Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

She rolled it on quickly, eager, and mounted him, easing him inside and slowly lowering down onto him, her eyes closing in appreciation.

He grabbed her wrists, holding them down, pinning her to the bed. "Do your best to move. I want to see you struggle."

"Are you challenging me?"

"Yes, because you love it."

"How do you know that already?"

"I'm observant."

At first she struggled in his grip, and that was good. His dick was totally enclosed by her warm, damp cunt, each move she made causing minute friction so intense that he felt his whole body driving up into her.

Then she fell still. She didn't move, but, oh, she did! Her inner muscles took over, gripping his rigid dick with regular contractions, her hips rocking back and forth imperceptibly. She gave him a dark stare, her expression filled with challenge. "Can't stop me doing that, can you?"

He gritted his teeth when he felt those deep, rhythmic contractions. He was about to come. He gripped her wrists tighter still, pulling her body down hard and still onto the spurting head of his dick. She cried out in pleasure, her body rippling as she matched him, her cunt seizing, getting tighter still as she came, the inside of her thighs flooding wet.

He pulled her down to his chest, stroking her hair as they surfaced. "You're a crazy lady, Kelly."

"Yeah," she breathed, onto his chest, "and you like that."

She wasn't wrong there.

Chapter Three

Tommy squinted into the light that poured through the open curtains. It took him a few moments to work out where he was, then the soft, warm weight of a woman against his shoulder and chest reminded him. He smiled and glanced down at her. Her breathing was deep and even, her hair a mess on his upper arm.

What a night.

He hadn't even noticed the curtains in the room were open when they got there. They had been far too interested in each other. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and he quelled it in case it woke her, but it didn't seem to disturb her. She was sleeping deeply and he rolled her onto the other pillow.

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bsp; She drew her knees up towards her chest as she settled into position. The curve of her back was quite beautiful. It brought about a sense of yearning in him, to wake with a woman every morning.

Not this one.

No, she'd made that quite clear. But a woman like her. He hadn't thought about it in a while. He didn't have time for much social life, what with the security work on top of developing the business he part owned with his sister and brother-in-law. Kelly made him think about it again, though.

Why? Because she is a wild woman out of control. He laughed at himself. Yes, that was his fantasy type. Not exactly the type of woman you can plan a secure future with. And yet she looked tranquil, sleeping, her body soft and gentle, unlike the wild clamoring thing of the night before. He smiled, remembering. Her bottom looked so good, no longer pink from his spanking. She'd liked that, a lot, though. The feeling of his hands on her—she'd said it brought her pleasure and pain, heating her up for his dick. He loved the way she told him exactly what it had done to her. He was getting hard at the memory of it.

It made him feel possessive and he reached out and stroked her buttock gently with one hand, remembering how it had felt when she'd wrapped her legs around his hips in the corridor backstage. Just holding her bottom in his hands, while she'd ground her crotch against him, had sent him crazy. There had been no turning back from that point on. That's all she had wanted though, one night. Regretfully, he faced the fact.

She murmured in her sleep and clutched at the covers. He moved away, wondering if she was cold. Reaching down to the end of the bed, he pulled the comforter over her. She snuggled into the pillow and her breathing fell into a regular pattern again.

He stood and stretched, glancing out the window. It looked out onto an alleyway. He couldn't get over the fact that they hadn't even noticed the curtains were open. The idea made him feel good. It had been a hot night, raunchy as hell. Shame she only wanted the one night.

What about the fact that you said you'd never sleep with a groupie?

There it was. His conscience had woken up and was bugging him with the question he'd managed to push aside for the whole of the night before. It wasn't so easy to ignore it now, in the morning light.

She'd been after Clayton, the star. She was probably gutted Clayton was gay, and he'd been a convenient lay—second choice—since she couldn't get her hands on the star himself. It had been a mistake. It happened a lot in the business, many of the backstage crew took one-nighters with groupies wherever they could, but not him.

Until now?

He'd sworn he would never go for that. But she'd seemed so interested in him, turned on from the moment he captured her. She'd loved the sex games—playing up to his punishment performance like it was the best sex she'd ever had.

You broke your vow, his conscience nagged on.