Running Wild

Tension gathered in his spine. Why did he feel as if she had the upper hand here? She knew about the boots, he'd promised he'd get her some weeks before. Yet he hadn't expected her to be quite so self-assured at this moment. There was a simmering aura about her that struck him anew. Her lush sensuality was only emphasized by the sexy boots, perhaps that was it. Her eyes sparkled with secret knowledge, and he wanted desperately to know what was on her mind. In the beginning, winning her was the main goal. Now he wanted to know what was going on in her thoughts.

Boots on, she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hands smoothing over the softly, rigid lines of the PVC around her knees and thighs. He watched avidly as her fingers trailed on into the damp heat of her pussy. That was some invitation, and the challenging look in her eyes was something he could not resist.

He stood up, his body taut with need as he stripped off. He wanted to feel the tight grip of her body on his as he drove his cock inside her. The added bonus of having her PVC clad legs locked around his hips had its own call on him.

Finally, he was undressed and had located a condom packet. He threw it on the bed and then mounted it, moving between her ankles.

"No," she said when he got close, and nudged his body back with her booted toe.

"No?" Whatever did she mean?

She reached over and clutched at him, and when she did so she was radiant with feminine power.

He was shocked by her actions, so shocked that in a flash she'd taken charge of proceedings, rolled him onto the bed and had him over on his back. She straddled him and held his arms pinned down with vice-like hands.

This was an interesting turn of events, he realized. Thrusting his hips up beneath her as she straddled him, he narrowed his eyes at her.

"What, you want to play mistress?" he challenged.

"You bring me mistress boots, what do you expect?" Her slender eyebrows arched and she gave him the most provocative look.

"You've got me there." He hadn't thought of that angle, he just wanted to see how hot she'd look. The idea intrigued him though, so he smiled and nodded. He wanted to see what she made of the role.

She stroked his sheathed cock with her hand, staring down at it admiringly as she did so. That made his balls throb. He liked to pace himself—prided himself on being able to--but right now all he could think of was coming inside her while she was sitting on him.

The warm softness of her inner thighs contrasted sharply with the smooth, cool PVC he felt at his hips and thighs. Arching against the bed, the tension at the base of his spine increased by the moment.

"Good," she whispered, "I'm glad I've ‘got you there.' But I'd like to be sure."

Sure? What did she mean?

She bent over him and he reached for her breasts, eager to cup them from beneath, but she pushed his hands away and held them flat to the bed. Holding his gaze, she moved her breasts up and down against his chest, tantalizing him.

"You're driving me crazy," he blurted. Not being able to touch her was so frustrating.

"Poor Shaun. Not so easy now I'm in charge, huh?" Humor lifted through her expression.

"It's never easy with you."

"That's quite a confession," she teased, "but isn't that why you like it and keep coming back for more?"

Once again, she'd startled him. And now she had her breasts flattened against him and the hard nubs of her erect nipples were making his situation even worse.

"You got me there," he managed to reply. Now please sit on me.

She kissed him, stroking her tongue against his. The damp heat of her mouth focused him, and then her hands moved. When she broke the kiss he saw that she was pulling something from beneath her pillow—a set of handcuffs. Before he had a chance to comment, she snatched at his hands and fastened his wrists to the wrought-iron headboard.

"Fuck." He gave a hoarse laugh, genuinely surprised. Yes, she did this to him, met him, matched him—shocked him, too. With an admiring glance, he nodded at her. "Interesting move."

"Isn't it? And that's just for starters." She rested over his hips, pressing his erection between the softness of her thighs.

The sensation was maddening. His cock pounded, and his hips were moving of their own accord, thrusting against her even though she hadn't taken him inside yet. He tried to free his wrists.

"Beg," she demanded, moving her thighs against the hardness of his shaft, tantalizingly.

Shaun groaned and closed his eyes, his wrists jerking against their enclosure. "I'll break the bed."

He looked up at his tethered wrists, jerked the metal in a mock attempt to threaten her. Need for her was making him senseless.