It was just a tiny bit forceful, almost too intense, but she didn’t want him to quit. No, she leaned into him, putting a hand on each of those buff arms. “Ahh, that feels so good,” she told him.
He laved her nipple, and then reached around her to release the hook on her bra with one expert flick. “I guess you do this all of the time.” Did she sound disappointed? What was wrong with having an experienced man? Just because she had never paid for sex didn’t mean it wouldn’t be wonderful.
“I only want you. I can only think of you.”
He sounded so sincere. Tina rubbed her fingers together as he removed her bra, and then threw it on the floor. Then he took the leather belt and fastened it around her breasts with the buckle in the back.
Tina looked down in surprise. The leather didn’t exactly cover her breasts: they overflowed the leather binding above and underneath, her nipples resting on top like little cherries.
“You’re beautiful.” He ran his fingers back and forth over the leather and her tender flesh.
Tina moaned. Leather was sexy. Her breasts bulged and the pressure felt amazing. “More,” she whispered. “I want more of the leather.”
His smile was feral under the mask. “My pleasure.”
Taking off a thin, braided piece wrapped around his forearm, he looked at her with a wicked light in his eyes. “You sure you aren’t into pain? I could whip you with this strap until you offer me everything I want from you.”
The hard-ass of the courtroom could feel her eyes widening as she wondered if he really meant it. She shook her head emphatically.
The moment he hesitated felt like a lifetime.
Next he took the strap, and then wrapped it around her waist, tightly, and then knotted it where the leather got thin. The strap was tight sitting up against her belly button.
Tina sat up and looked down. It might have seemed silly but the leather looked sexy nipping in her waist and making her feel like a warrior woman from one of those ridiculous TV shows.
“More.”
His hands spanned her waist, and then traveled up to her breasts to caress her until she didn’t know if she wanted to bother with the leather she was so aroused.
He broke away from her, taking off his armbands one by one.
Tina ran her hands over the firm flesh of his arms. Up close he was just as buff as she remembered, but different somehow. Maybe it was the alcohol or his nearness that had her mind all fuzzy and other parts of her buzzing.
The Bandit fastened his leather cuffs to her ankles, leaving her Manolos in place.
“What are you going to do with these?” She turned her feet this way and then that way to admire how the cuffs looked with her shoes. They were the strangest, yet sexiest, accessories she’d ever worn with high heels.
Yes, everything about this turned her on.
Casually he produced a length of chain from the bag, tossing the length of it onto the floor and examining it before attaching it to one of the cuffs.
Tina gasped. She hadn’t really noticed the ring on the leather cuff.
He winked as if he were immensely pleased with himself.
She felt it kick her in the stomach. Those eyes, that cute little wink, they had such an effect on her. They reminded her…No. It just felt this good because she was so into this fantasy.
A few feet across from the foot of the bed was one of those standard wooden desks with literature about the hotel and the room service menu. The stripper ran the chain around one leg of the desk, and then brought it back so he could attach it to the cuff on her other ankle. Tina picked up her legs, which were now adorned with cuffs and chains that loosely bound her to a desk. It was definitely a novelty.
Experimentally, Tina pulled on the cuffs. The desk was either really heavy or it was bolted to the wall because it didn’t feel as if it might give way. She was bound by more than just fantasy now. And it gave her a thrill.
Especially when he stepped over the thin chain and stood between her legs like he’d just conquered her.
She lifted her fitted linen skirt up over her hips to bunch up against the leather strand at her waist. Bare except for her thong, she pleaded, “Please.” She ran her fingers over the silk of her thong, touching her dampened, hungry flesh.
He gazed down at her, his arousal pushing on the plate between his legs. Tina was betting it was all man in there, not any sort of lining or stuffing.
She ached to get a hold of the hard length of him.
Then he took off the tightest belt, the thick one that made his waist look so sexy.
Briefly, Tina wondered what he meant to do with it.
Without warning, he pulled her to her knees on the bed, chains jingling, and then jerked the thong from her hips.
She gasped in surprise.
When she was bare he threaded the leather between her legs. The strap was wide, and he eased her down until she was riding it. Then there was the most delicious pressure between her legs. Her knees wobbled, and she almost collapsed on the bed but he held her, keeping just enough pressure on the leather.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Oh, it feels so incredible.” She rubbed against the leather, back and forth. Unexpectedly, an explosive orgasm suddenly tore through her, leaving her almost breathless. “I’m getting your leather all wet,” she protested weakly.
He pushed her to the edge of the bed, sat her down with the strap between her legs and then knelt in front of her. “I’ll just have to clean it up.” He kept pressure on the leather, but he shifted it enough to tease her flesh on both sides with his tongue. It was like the leather band holding her breasts—her female flesh bulged out, pink and glistening.
In a moment he had her moaning and writhing beneath his tongue. “Oh, that’s amazing,” she cried as she shuddered with yet another incredible orgasm.
In a few minutes she was back, and this time she needed to touch him. She reached for him, and he stood stoically while she undid the buckle holding the pelvic plate in place. It was all him behind the loin plate. And he was so hard. When she got everything off, only a silky black thong lay between her hand and his swollen flesh. Lovingly she ran her fingers over his penis through the material.
He let go of the leather between her legs. “Close your eyes.”
“Just take me,” she begged. “No more games—I can’t take it.”
“Close your eyes and I’ll give you everything you need.”
She closed her eyes.
He lifted her head, and she felt him place a soft piece of leather over her eyes.
A blindfold. She couldn’t see anything. It definitely fed her fantasy but…
“I want to see you. Remember, I’m supposed to give out all of the details,” she protested.
He put her hands on his naked penis. “Feel me.”
She did, running her fingers over the hot length of him, writhing as he slid his fingers down between her legs. The chains made a slight noise when her legs trembled. It reminded her that she was lying there chained and blindfolded. She wanted to rub her legs together. She wanted him to put out the fire he’d created. Just one hard thrust.
“Please,” she breathed in the dark.
She heard him open a condom package, and in a moment he’d pushed her flat on her back on the bed.
“Thank you.” In her rush to have him she’d forgotten everything else.
He