“You’re certainly more than welcomed to.” Lana’s hands landed on the bed. Ken’s own hands immediately began to grope her, starting with the underside of her breasts and ending with two hearty squeezes to her hips. “As long as I get naked soon.”
“Naked, tied up, and ready for mounting.”
Lana shivered. “You can mount me anytime, mister.”
He lightly spanked her ass before yanking up her skirt. A zipper descended, followed by five determined fingers raking her bare back.
“You’re like unwrapping the greatest gift on Christmas morning.” The dress tugged down Lana’s body until she stood in nothing but her nudity and the black, sexy thong she wore for this occasion. The only agonizing part was having her nipples drag across the bed whenever Ken decided to move her a single inch. At this rate I’m going to lose my mind and turn into some total nutjob slut who only sustains herself by banging dick. Wow, when she put it that way, it didn’t sound like a terrible thing at all! “I should get a bow to put on your head for my amusement. What do you think, my little bunny?”
She claimed a kiss to the lips. “I think you should do whatever you want, Mr. Andrews.”
“Oh, I will.”
The man had promised to do unspeakably amazing things to her. Lana was inclined to believe it could happen. Easily. Ken Andrews did not go back on his words. He had given her no reason to believe he would fool her with promises of ecstasy and then yank them away. Lana had only known the man for a few days, yet here they were, in his apartment overlooking one of the most expensive streets in America.
Ready to indulge in one of her favorite things.
He was gentle. Gentle in that his intentions were firm, but the hands wandering her naked body only had her pleasure in mind. Ken wasn’t going to use her. He wasn’t going to make her feel dirty – unless she begged for it. Even the way he lazily rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, still dressed in his business clothes while she was naked enough to feel her nipples peak, spoke of nothing but tenderness.
“You need a safe word,” Ken said. “You choose.”
While she thought about it, he kissed her skin all over, starting with her collar bone and meandering across her breasts. Lana sighed, happier than she had been in a long time… and ready to embrace this kind of happiness. “Bachman.” It was the first thing that came to her mind, and shouldn’t be popping up in her love life.
Ken nipped her areola. Shocks and shivers exploded from within. Moaning, Lana wrapped her arm around him and drew him down for a harder kiss. He circled her navel in warning before sliding his hand between her legs and over her mound.
“You’re wet,” he observed.
“You make me wet.”
One finger penetrated her, testing how wet she was. “Uh huh…” When his finger pulled back out, it grazed her clit, sending furious arousal on the prowl through every inch of Lana’s body. “I’ll let you in on a little secret: a man being able to get a woman wet like this is considered a pretty fantastic compliment. But you knew that, didn’t you?”
“I may have had an idea.”
He fingered her for a few more seconds before getting up again. Lana rolled over, despondent to be so alone again – but not afraid of it. Ken would come back. She had been promised unspeakable things, after all.
The ropes she had picked out landed on the bed. Ken removed his vest and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. “Drink it in, lovely lady.” He loosened his necktie. It slipped off him easily. “My body’s the last thing you’re going to see for a while.”
***
Lana had been tied up and blindfolded more times than she cared to try to count. However, all of those encounters came in two flavors, neither of which she and Ken espoused as a certifiable truth. Either those men (and wasn’t there one woman in there?) were partners she had known for a while, or were professionals she met for the sole purpose of having a physically good time. Sometimes she even paid for the experience, such as a birthday present to herself or because she was having a rough few weeks. She had never, ever gone this far this quickly with a man she was kinda-sorta seeing and only had a vague idea of what his history was. For all she knew, he was an incompetent buffoon who, at best, would blunder his way uncomfortably through this experience. At worst? Lana didn’t want to think about that.