Free Dark Xanadu by Sindra van Yssel

It will be folded over, so that will hold your hands at least six inches above your head. And then, I’m going to do what I want to do with you. I’ll explore your naked body, touching you anywhere I choose, making your nerves all come alive.”
    She hesitated a moment, and then put her hands over her head. In moments, he did as he had told her he would. She shivered. He’d cranked the heat up; he knew it wasn’t from the cold.
    He wanted to be inside her, but that would have to wait. He started by sliding his finger down her sides, touching lightly, watching her. Her eyes went wide as he went below the ribcage, and he felt her tense. She’s ticklish there. He didn’t poke, but kept moving on down until his fingers dance over her hips, and he saw her relax.
    On the way up he felt the silkiness of the tops of her thighs, moving his hands to the sides again to avoid her breasts. This time she didn’t tense when he passed over her ticklish ribs.
    He walked around behind her. There wasn’t really anything to stop her from turning to face him. She’d just end up twisting the chain a bit. But she seemed to understand she wasn’t to move without his command. He stroked her shoulders and all the way up her arms. He felt the warmth of her hands, and made note of it. The only sound was their breathing.
    He felt her back, memorizing the contours of her shoulder blades, sliding along the crease of her spine. He felt her relax against him as his thumbs found tight muscles and worked them into softness. She purred.
    Her skin was so silky and smooth. He moved his hands lower, feeling her squeezable ass as it gave to his fingers. She made a little sound, short and almost inaudible, like a shortened “oh!” as she felt his hands there. She spread her legs, encouraging him. It would put a tiny bit more pressure on wrists, he knew, to do that, but he’d given her enough chain. Nonetheless he declined the unspoken invitation, avoiding her weeping cleft to slide his hands along her inner thighs instead.
    Then he kissed her neck. Bound as she was, she could move a great deal, but she couldn’t move her hands. She had no choice but to focus on the feeling of his hands and his lips and the little wet touches of the tip of his tongue.
    He stopped, stepping back and around, wanting to see her eyes again. “It’s so much,” she murmured to him. He noticed she didn’t say it was too much. He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and put it on her, making sure it was snug behind her head. Then he touched her hands briefly, to assure himself they weren’t cooling down. He smiled at their warmth. Her circulation was working fine, despite the elevation of her hands and the clear evidence that her heart was pumping extra blood elsewhere. The lips of her pussy were swollen, her nipples hard pebbles, and her back flushed from the deep rubbing he had given her. He loved watching her body respond.
    His hands danced over her body, still avoiding breasts and pussy, but touching and feeling everywhere else. He knew it was much more intense with the blindfold. If the club had been its usual noisy self, he might have added something to cover her ears, but as it was it was very quiet, the loudest sound the moans that Angela was making.
    “Kent. Please.”
    Kent smiled. “Please what?”
    “Touch me.”
    He resisted the urge to tell her that he was touching her. Instead he slipped his hand between her legs, feeling the hardness of her swollen clit, dipping his fingers inside her to sample her wetness. He bent over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. From the sounds she was making, he was doing the right thing. Her breathing was fast and ragged. Sensing that she was close, he fucked her with his fingers, using the pad of his thumb to massage her clit.
    Moments later she came, losing her footing in her thrashing. He supported her with a strong arm under her bottom. He loved the look on her face and the way she screamed when she came. There