Free Obsession by Ivory Quinn Page B

this morning, so I’ll break you in gently, but we’re coming back in here tonight and you’ll learn what this is all about.” He said quietly. “This is your last chance to back out kitten.”
    She swallowed the emotion rising in her throat and nodded. “I’m okay.”
    “Then come here.” He led her to the block and guided her legs into the ankle restraints, buckling them so that they were snug to the skin, but not tight enough to impede circulation. “Bend over, rest your weight on the pad and give me your arms.” He said softly. Slowly, she did as he bid, her fear spiking. As he began to do the buckles up, she reflexively tested the cuff and jerked her arm helplessly when it didn’t move. “Steady.” He murmured, running a soothing hand up her back. “I’m not going to hurt you Noelle.”
    Her breath was coming in little pants as she fought to regain her sense of balance. He wasn’t going to hurt her. He promised. She had her safe word , so why the fear? It was that doubt creeping in...they’d only been dating a couple of weeks. How well did she know him? Well enough to be tied up and helpless in a soundproof room? It all came down to whether or not she could trust him and, while her instincts said she could, her body was screaming to fight the restraints and run free.
    When he moved behind her she quivered, her knees buckling slightly. Turning her head, she watched him in the mirrored wall as he walked to the chest of drawers and opened one, slipping something into his pocket. He was too far away and the angle too acute to see what it was, but it made her nervous. He returned and ran a gentle hand over the curve of her body, caressing the soft mounds of her rear and slipping between them to finger her pussy. She jerked against the restraints again as he slipped his thumb inside her and lazily circled her clit with his forefinger.
    “Abandon yourself to me.” He commanded in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper. “Don’t fight the restraints kitten. Let them set you free.”
    She bowed her head, turning away from the mirror. He was right. She either carried on fighting and let her fear eat away at her, or she trusted him absolutely and absolved herself of shame for whatever was about to happen. Realising only one of those options was going to save her sanity, she straightened her legs and relaxed into the stack. She was at his mercy and it was easier on her if she didn’t fight it.
    Happy with her response, he continued to tease her with his hand, running his other one gently up and down the base of her spine. It was soothing and erotic and eventually her anticipation swallowed her fear , until she was moving against him as much as the restraints would allow.
    When he took his hand away, she glanced up to the mirror and saw him pop the buttons on his jeans, working them open so his cock sprang free from the confines of his clothing. He met her eyes in the mirror and smiled, curling his hand around it and running it up and down. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Do you want this inside you?” He asked, his hand pumping.
    “Yes.” She breathed.
    “How much?”
    The ability to form words seemed to have deserted her as she watched him. “A lot.” She managed eventually. “Please Gabriel.”
    She watched as he came closer, forcing her legs to stay upright as they trembled with need. “ You will watch every minute of this.” He instructed her. “But you can come whenever you want. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.” She inhaled sharply when he set the tip of his cock at her entrance.
    “Good.” He slid into her in one smooth move and she bowed against the cuffs as her body fought to rise to his. He didn’t even give her a moment to recover, thrusting again as she cried out. “Watch!” He growled and she forced her eyes open to look in the mirror. It was the most mesmerisingly erotic thing she’d ever seen...his shaft sliding in and out of her, glistening smoothly under the overhead