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“How’s that?”
“I’ll have to tie you up and fuck it out of you with the powers of my magic dick.”
Laughing, I laced my hands behind his neck and leaned back in his hold. “Do you think it would work?”
He ran his hands up and down my sides, pausing where my skin was exposed, and giving me a pleasant shiver. “Absolutely. But give me one second so I can take away my mom’s permission from the security system to unlock the doors.”
I giggled as he did just that, then led me upstairs, still dressed in his apron, back to his bedroom. The bed was still a rumpled mess and the curtains helped block out most of the light, giving the room a dim glow that disappeared a moment later as something was placed over my eyes. Reaching up, I encountered silky fabric that tightened until I could just barely see a tiny slice of the room from under the edge.
“Finally, my princess,” Tyler growled in a mocking, yet still scary voice as he stared me down. “I have you exactly where I want you.”
It took me a moment to swallow back my giggles before I said, “Unhand me, you villain!”
A moment later, he did just that, but only so he could begin to bind my wrist with what felt like maybe a tie. “Look at you, so pretty, so innocent. I’ve wanted you for a long time, watched you in court from the shadows, waiting for you to grow old enough to break the curse.”
I had to say, Tyle was turning out to be unexpectedly fun to roleplay with. Of course, he knew I was into it from my survey, but it was really nice to just lose myself to the fantasy. As he bound my wrists tightly together behind my back, I pressed my thighs together as the sensation of being held, trapped, and manhandled, made my arousal soar. Though he was playing a menacing character, I felt completely safe with Tyler as I mock struggled with my bonds.
“Untie me right now and we’ll pretend this never happened, you bastard!”
Tyler grunted with laughter somewhere nearby right before I felt the cold kiss of something metal at my throat. “If I were you, princess, I would be very polite right now.”
“What, what is that?” I asked as I froze, my skin prickling with awareness.
The metal pressed against my shoulders, one by one, and as I heard the snips, I realized he had scissors and was cutting the apron from me.
Tyler’s lips brushed my collarbone with a kiss as he said, “You are as lovely as I imagined. But such beauty deserves adornment.”
I stood there, alone with the cut apron around my feet, feeling so very naked and deliciously vulnerable. With my sight taken away, it was easy to imagine that I was in a dungeon of some sort, one with a bed in the middle of it. In my mind, Tyler became a hooded, robed figure. Just his harsh mouth showing as he examined me.
That fantasy image changed as Tyler began to softly stroke my nipples, making me lean toward him with a needy moan. I had no shame with him, giving him my every reaction without reservation. Then he removed his touch, and I almost fell forward, panicking for real for a moment before he easily caught me in his arms.
“Brace yourself,” he whispered in my ear before setting me back on my feet. “I have something for you to wear for my pleasure.”
First came the pinch of his fingers, which sent a lightning bolt of need right to my clit, followed by a harder pinch that had me clenching my teeth. It hurt, stung, and I whined a bit as the pinch was eased somewhat. Then Tyler took my nipple, now held in some type of clamp, into his mouth and I almost came with a press of my thighs. He hummed in pleasure against my breast, torturing my bound nipple until I was practically grinding myself on the air, looking for some kind of relief.
“Not yet,” he commanded when he pulled back. “We must build your arousal higher for the spell.”
My mind was a lovely, if pornographic, film of what it looked like as Tyler applied the other clamp to my nipple, now a double zing of sensation going from my abused breasts to my pussy. I felt swollen between my legs, and I knew without having to look that my clit was out of its little hood. Because of my big outer lips, only the tip poked out, but I nearly fell as Tyler licked that little bit of my clit.
“I wonder,” he said as he guided me to the bed, then pushed me so I fell back on my bound hands, blind and helpless before him, “If you’d like a clamp on your clit.”
