Free The Perfect Affair by Lutishia Lovely

than Randall looked right now.
    Uh-huh. I’m going to make you need this, Randall. I’m going to turn you into a real-life mad scientist. Mad about me.
    Playtime was over.
    Striding purposefully over to the bed, she stayed him with a hand to the chest when he would have risen. “Lie back,” she whispered huskily. “This is my show.”
    She undid his tie, pulled it from around his neck. Then she reached for his wrist and tied one end of the tie around it. The other end was secured to the leg of the nightstand.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Shh. I’m tying you up so that I can have my way with you.” Using a scarf that had been draped over the headboard, she secured his other hand, straddled him, and began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers were nimble. It was quick work.
    He’d never done this, gone outside the sexual box. She could tell. His eyes showed that perfect mixture of fear, curiosity, and excitement that she’d expect from someone like him. Someone in a conservative field with a conservative countenance, but with a streak of freak beneath the surface.
    She leaned into him until her face hovered above his, and after staring deeply into his eyes, plunged her tongue into his mouth. “Kiss” was too tame a word to describe this maneuver. She assaulted his mouth, attacking his well-defined lips with licks and nips before swirling her tongue into his mouth again. All the while her hips never stopped, and her pelvis joined the dance, grinding into his rock-hard shaft, making him strain against his bonds the way she knew he would.
    Rising up just enough, she pressed her breasts against his mouth and was rewarded with a nipple being quickly sucked in. He arched his back to try to take the lead, but with his hands bound, that was not happening. She sat back, her laugh throaty and victorious as she reached for the lone zipper that kept the mesh around her.
    It was time to up the ante. It was time to release the weapon from its holster and stick it somewhere else. For safe keeping, you might say.
    After removing the mesh garment in one fell swoop, she slid back into the stilettos and got back on the bed. She reached for his belt, undid it, and yanked down his zipper. The snake sprang up like a python ready to strike. But she was, too. The same lips that had smashed against his just seconds before now covered the tip of his penis.The same tongue that had thrust its way into his waiting mouth now swirled around the mushroom-shaped head before exploring the length of him and back again, teasing him as she took him in, licked him up and down, teased his sac, and used her hands to increase the pressure.
    “Baby, untie me.”
    She shook her head in a way that caused her curls to dance around her shoulders and back. “Not yet.”
    She scooted down until her face was flush against his pelvis and continued sexing him orally. His groans and hisses let her know she was doing something right. The way his head turned this way and that, the way his hips raised off the bed, the way he pulled against his constraints.
    You will never forget me, Dr. Randall Atwater. After tonight, you’ll be addicted.
    After several long minutes of intense attention to Randall’s burgeoning erection, Jacqueline poised herself over it . . . and slid down.
    Slowly, delicately, with vaginal muscles constricting and releasing as she went.
    “Oh, baby.” Randall’s voice was hoarse as yet again he pulled on the restraints. “Oh my God.”
    She repeated the motion, once and again, becoming wetter with each trip down his long, thick dick. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him, her bountiful breasts bouncing in front of a mouth searching for her nipple like one bobbing for apples. When he captured it he latched on, rolling his tongue around the pert areola, licking the tip of the nipple as he held it between his teeth.
    Picking up the pace, she continued to ride, grinding her pelvis, twirling her hips, squeezing her walls until she