She stumbled back, and now she was the one who was
breathing raggedly. She cursed when Haley leaned back
further. She kicked off the heels and put her feet on the bed
and let the skirt fall up to reveal a set of black lace crotchless
panties. Her pussy was already glistening and wet, so fucking
pink and perfect, that Claire’s legs nearly buckled.
Don’t let her see. You want her too much.
“Do your worst, Claire. I want it. I want you. You want to
hurt me? Then hurt me if you have to. I’m already wet for it.
I’m wet for you.”
It was all Claire could take. She’d been pushed past what
she could resist. She stormed over to the tallest dresser in the
room, opened the top drawer, and took out her favorite strap.
Haley’s eyes were wide, and her lips were parted when Claire
turned. She didn’t look half so confident when Claire also
retrieved a set of restraints. They were long and she let them
trail behind her as she walked to the bed. She knew she looked
out of control. That she was revealing too much. Giving too
much of herself away. She had to stop. She couldn’t stop.
“This is your last chance to get up and leave.”
Haley’s chin tilted up and she scrambled further up the bed.
“I’m not leaving.”
The last bindings on the invisible shackles that held Claire
in check snapped. “Face forward,” she commanded. Haley did
and stayed perfectly still as Claire bound her hands. The
headboard of the king-sized bed had large posts, and she
looped and tied the ends of the restraints around a couple of
them.
She’d never tied anyone up in her bed before, but she had an
arsenal of supplies at her disposal. Ones she often took with