Then, I narrowed my eyes, seeing her hand absently drop to the inside if her thigh.
Jesus. She was so fucking turned on, she was about to rub one out right here. She quickly pulled her hand away, probably realizing the impulse she’d had.
I jerked my head toward the entrance to the catacombs, remaining silent. She hesitated, shifting her eyes side to side, but turned anyway and started walking.
She didn’t trust me. But she wanted to.
We reached the entrance, cool air drifting up and seeping through my jeans and hoodie.
She paused. “There’s no…” she twisted her head to the side, talking to me. “There’s no light.”
I stood behind her, looking down at the top her head and waiting. I didn’t care if there was any light.
She seemed to realize that when I didn’t say anything. Taking a deep breath, she stepped down, slowly finding the next stair as she grazed her hand along the wall to our right, using it to guide and steady her.
With every step she took, my cock grew harder.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she turned her head again, looking to me with a question in her eyes. It was nearly pitch black down here, some moonlight seeping in from cracks in the ceiling.
The chilled silence of the tunnels to the left and right closed in on us like walls, and I wondered if there was anyone else down here.
Walking into her, I forced her backward into the vault ahead of me. The same room I’d taken her to three years ago.
Her footsteps picked up, and she entered the chamber ahead of me, her fair hair the only thing I could make out in the darkness.
“Michael?” she called. “Where are you?”
Taking out a lighter, I pushed the button and lit the small candle on the wall sconce by the doorway.
The soft glow barely filled the room, but it was enough to see her.
I stalked toward her, noticing the mattress that was here last time now gone and replaced with a small wooden table.
“Are there people down here?” she breathed out. “I hear something.”
I kept approaching her, grabbing the string from my hood and pulling it out.
The wind blew through the cracks and crevices, making it sound as if there were whispers in the tunnels, but she didn’t realize that’s all it was. Her senses were heightened because of the fear.
“Michael?”
I grabbed her hands, hearing her small cry as I wrapped the black cord around her wrists, binding them together and tying a knot.
“Michael, what are you doing?” she demanded. “Say something!”
I took her bound arms and pulled them over her head, hooking them over another sconce high on the wall. She was forced onto her tiptoes, her body now long, tight, and stretched out.
“Michael!” She twisted and squirmed.
I stood flush with her and looked down into her eyes as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her little sweater vest and the white shirt that peeked out of the bottom of it. Lifting both, I pulled them up, including her bra, and pushed them over the top of her breasts to sit high on her chest.
“Michael, no!” she protested. “I hear something, and I’m cold.”
I dropped my eyes, looking at her perfect breasts, a little more than a handful, and her nipples as hard as bullets. “I can tell.”
I dived down, ripping the mask off, and taking one of her breasts in my mouth, cupping it in my hand and covering the nipple with my mouth.
I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she squirmed in my hold.
Flicking the hard bud with my tongue, I played, nibbling the soft skin around her nipple and eating her up as I enjoyed free reign to touch and fondle her.
I groaned.
Shifting my head to the other side, I snatched up her other breast and left deep, hungry kisses everywhere, taking her into my mouth and dragging her sweet skin out through my teeth.
Her body shifted, and she dropped her head back, moaning.
I stood back upright and grabbed the back of her hair in one hand, reaching down with my other and slipping my fingers into her panties.
Flicking her mouth with my tongue, I looked down into her blue eyes. “Not so cold now,” I teased, my fingers engulfed in heat. “You’re nice and hot down here.”
It was spilling out of her, she was so wet.
Taking my hands off her, I backed away and gazed at her beautiful form.
One of her shoes had fallen off, and the other one was only half on. Her smooth, flat stomach and tits were on display as she stood completely helpless just for me.
Dropping to one knee in front of her, I looked up, locking eyes with her, and slid my hands under her skirt. My cock twitched at the feel of the pink lace panties she had on. Light pink.
So sweet.
Lifting up her skirt, I tongued her clit through her panties, feeling the hard, little nub though the fabric.
“Oh, God!” she cried.
Pulling the lace aside, I hesitated only for a moment, taking in her bare pussy and flawless skin before I covered her with my mouth, sucking on her clit and dragging my tongue up her length.
Pushing up her thighs, I lifted her feet off the ground and dived in, burying my tongue in her cunt.
“Please!” she begged, moaning and trying to twist out of my hold. “Michael, no.”
I flicked her clit one more time and pulled back, grabbing her panties and pulling them slowly down her legs.
“You told me no?” I challenged. “You don’t like a little tongue in your pussy?”
Her body shook, and her breaths were shallow.
I stood up, tossing her panties to the side, and then reached up to grab her wrists, pulling them off the sconce. “Yeah, I know you liked it,” I bit out. “And you’re damn-well going to get it.”