I wanted to touch him. To feel his skin underneath my fingertips.
I raised my other hand into the air to brace myself against him but he grabbed my wrist and pulled it behind my back as well. He held me in place, keeping me at his mercy as his large, strong hands encircled both my wrists.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked as his face came back up toward mine. “Are you ready to submit to me?”
I felt near feverish with lust. My body was flushed with desperate want, and I was practically grinding into the chair to try and gain some friction. My chest rose and fell erratically, as I found myself panting, my lips parted, awaiting his tongue. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into but, as the fire in my gut slowly trickled up my body, it burned my lips as the word flew from them effortlessly.
“Yes.”
He stood, pulling me with him as I danced on my tip toes. He walked me over to an area that was completely empty except for a length of chain dangling from the ceiling. My eyes widened in curiosity as fear gripped my throat, and the dark prince suddenly rotated my arms until they were comfortably above my head. He chained me to that spot as my lacy dress hung just above my breasts, my toes barely touching the floor as I dangled there, helpless and at his mercy.
Slowly, he began to undress me. He pulled my lacy dress to the floor while his hands explored the whole of my body. He pulled my heels from my shoes, massaging my feet lightly before his hands grazed up my thighs. He pulled my panties from my body, exposing parts of myself to him that had never been seen by the eyes of another man. I trembled at his touch while his warm hands slowly worked the corset from my body and, suddenly, I was naked for him as his eyes swam along my pale curves.
I saw him reach for something before a piece of silken black fabric came into view. He slid it across my eyes, blindfolding me as he tied it behind my head. I whimpered at the loss of the view. The man was beautiful and he was robbing me of the sight of him. I felt vulnerable and exposed as everything fell silent and, for a moment, I thought he had left me.
But then, I felt it. The smallest fluttering sensation tickling my thigh. I twitched, giggling a bit as it tickled up my stomach. I jerked and danced, trying to get away from the sensation as a smile crossed my lips.
“I’m so ticklish, please stop,” I said, giggling.
The sensation was soon replaced with a prickling sensation that slowly started wheeling itself up the edge of my spine.
I stood desperately still as each prick dug a little deeper into my skin. My legs twitched involuntarily while my arms jolted. I had a sneaking suspicion the first object was a feather, but I had no idea what this pinwheel-type object was.
All I knew was that it was sharp and one wrong move could have me bleeding.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the sensation stopped, but then I heard two distinct snapping sounds and, suddenly, I felt fear cascade in my chest. I heard his footsteps growing closer, my body trying to pinpoint a direction to look toward. I turned my head this way and that, trying to see anything from beyond this piece of fabric wrapped around my head.
But the moment he cupped my pussy with what felt like a rubber glove, the words left my lips faster than I could process them.
“Please. I need something more. I just… your touch. It… I don’t know what it did, but please, make it come back.”
He paused, his finger slowly sinking between my slick folds. I could tell he was debating over my words and I whimpered when he pulled his hand away. Had I upset him? Had I scared him off? No, it wasn’t possible to scare a man like him off. I felt his presence wrap around me as the chains started moving, and soon, I was plummeting to the floor as my legs grew weak underneath me.
But just before I hit the ground, this strong, dark prince caught me in his arms and began carrying me somewhere.
I felt my back grace something cool and soft, and as I melted into the sheets, I could tell he’d set me on the bed. He lifted my wrists to the headboard of the bed, placing something fuzzy around both of them that rooted me to the spot. I moved my wrists around, trying to see if I could get free, but all the writhing I was doing was simply putting my body on display for him further.