He raised his hands higher along her arms and pinned her, wrists high against the door. “Are you ready for me?”
“I’m ready for whatever you can dish out.”
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“Wanna bet?” Releasing her hands, he leaned lower and dragged his fingers up Maggie’s legs under her skirt. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, he picked Maggie up. Her legs clung around his body and her wet pussy moistened his abdomen through her underwear as they kissed. He carried her to the bedroom, stopping beside the bed.
Maggie savored their embrace. Heat burned her skin from within. Her blood boiled as the intensity of their passion rose to new heights. He let her go and she slid down his frame until she stood in front of him, hands on his wide, muscular chest.
“Take my belt off.”
Now we’re getting somewhere, she thought.
Lowering down farther, Maggie sat on her bed and tugged at his belt. It was black and made of leather. Her eyes focused on the bulge along his inseam. She swallowed and continued to pull his belt loose after unfastening the buckle. She pulled it free, started undoing his pants.
“Stop… Stand up.”
Maggie looked up, wondering why he’d stopped her.
He reached down and pulled her up, grabbing her wrists. Yanking the belt from her hands, he said, “Turn around.”
Maggie turned away from him. He reached his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his palms. She stood motionless, only feeling his large frame behind her. He breathed into her ear, his voice a deep growl. “Put your hands behind your back.”
When she reached her arms back, he grabbed them and wrapped his belt around her wrists. Her first reaction was to pull her hands away. He quickly tightened the belt strap, binding her hands, taking control of her.
She turned to the side and saw him rummaging through the underwear drawer in her dresser. “Damn, all this fancy underwear and you never wear it.” He held a pair of red lace panties to his nose and took a deep breath. “Mmm, you’ve worn these once. I can smell your pussy on them.” Her knees buckled from his voice.
He pulled out a long piece of black silk, a scarf she’d bought a while ago. She loved the way the fabric shimmered and was soft against her skin. He rolled it into a long, thin strip.
She stood frozen as he reached the scarf around her face to blindfold her.
“No, don’t do that. I don’t like…”
With a deep voice he said, “Tonight, you have no choice. You belong to me and will give me everything.”
The loss of control in her knees came back, and after he tied the blindfold behind her head, his hands slid along her back and down to her ass. “Damn, you have a great ass. I’m gonna love fucking it.”
His fingers pulled her skirt up and he shoved his hands inside her underwear. His hands were warm as he groped and squeezed her ass while pulling her panties down. He moved one hand to the front and Maggie gasped when he rubbed his finger along the opening of her pussy. She wanted to scream. He kept rubbing, teasing her to the point of release.
Maggie was helpless. She couldn’t touch or see what was happening. Her only real sense was the feel and sound of what he was doing. She was blind and could only try to pull her hands free from the binding behind her.
She felt his hands touching the sensitive skin between her thighs as the wet underwear fell to her ankles. His hands brushed the fabric of her blouse and she could almost feel his eyes on her. He touched her lip with his finger and she tasted a tinge of salt on his fingertip. She licked the end as he moved it over her moist lips.
“You want something else between those hot, red lips?” His tone was more powerful, and Maggie clenched tight between her legs as she became increasingly aroused.
“Oh yes.”
She felt him tugging at her blouse, and with a rough pull he ripped her shirt open. Buttons hit the floor and a cold burst of air electrified her skin.
“You have any scissors?” he asked.
Maggie was a little scared. She was tempted to scream and do whatever she could to get away. She wondered if he was going to kill her as paranoia set in. She suddenly stopped thinking of what might happen when she heard the sound of scissors being opened and closed.
“I found them.” The sound of metal blades rubbing together echoed in her ears.
Her body shook as she stood blind in her room. The cold feel of the scissors brushed against her neck. Terror shot through her. Every inch of her was tense. Yet Maggie was so aroused she was afraid she would come if he touched her.
She felt the edge of the scissors brush her skin and heard the sound of him humming. The scissors traced along the edge of her bra, making her skin chill. He let a blade slip under the fabric and ride along to the strap over her shoulder. With a turn and a snip, her bra loosened on one side, releasing her breast. He did the same thing on the other side. With a final snip between her swelling breasts, she breathed deep as her bra fell away, releasing her breasts. He tugged and cut away the rest of her clothes until they were in a pile at her feet. She stood bare and vulnerable, he was taking control of her.