Free Confessions of a Sex Demon by Jaye Shields

bandaged
tightly. Soon, he was naked before Zahra’s eyes.
    “My, how times have changed.” Her smile set all others to
shame. “Now I’m the one undressing you. I like it.”
    Zahra left the bed and strode toward his dresser, her hips
swaying like they beckoned to be held. The woman opened one of his drawers;
clearly she had made herself intimate with his home while he’d been
unconscious.
    “Don’t even think about moving.” Her sensual purr would have
nailed any man to the bed.
    “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
    Zahra returned with some of the same rope he had used to tie
her to the table. “I think it’s only fair that I get a turn.”
    Lennox’s cock jerked. The thought of her touching his body,
even if it was to torture him, was enough to cause him to harden. “I deserve as
much.”
    She smiled, a slow cat’s grin, and from the way she tied his
hands to the bed posts, she was preparing to pounce on him. Zahra moved to his
feet, wrapping the thick rope around his ankles and spreading his legs as she
secured him to the bedpost. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you weren’t
bluffing when you said you took my nipple clamps. Trust me, if you hadn’t been
stabbed in the chest, I’d be adding them to my torture regime right now.” Zahra
climbed onto the bed, filling the space between his spread legs. His shaft
hardened until it hurt, begging to be touched. “It’s time for a little
payback.”
    Zahra reached for her shirt and began to lift it over her
head, stopping short, just as Lennox spotted the crest of her ample curves. The
fabric fell back down, covering the skin over her stomach. His cock twitched in
disapproval.
    Zahra’s full lips pouted. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you hoping
that was going to come off?”
    Her eyes hungrily raked over his body and finally found his
eyes as her fingers went to the top button of her loose linen shirt. But there
was nothing innocent about the semitransparent fabric, and Lennox’s mouth
watered. The top buttons were mercifully undone and more of Zahra’s porcelain
skin was revealed. When the V was deep enough, her hands cupped her breasts,
squeezing them so that the curves began spilling over the top of the shirt.
Lennox groaned at the sight of her ample breasts filling her hands, nearly
pushed over the top of the flimsy fabric. She squeezed her nipples as she
juggled the curves, making them bounce before his eyes.
    “This makes you ache, doesn’t it? You like watching me touch
myself.”
    Her words were the truth, and Lennox craved to have the soft
candies of her nipples in his mouth once more. He wanted to help her in this
sensual endeavor of exploring her body.
    “Well, not yet, soldier. You have some answering to do
first.”
    But instead of asking him a question, she lowered herself to
his hard cock. Her tongue flicked out and laid a brief strip of moisture on his
throbbing head. He moaned at the sight and the feel of her soft tongue on his
hard tip. As the tiny trail of saliva dried, he ached for more.
    “You said you were married?”
    “Not anymore.”
    His cock began to go soft. But Zahra’s tongue flicked out
and traced a long line of desire up his shaft. It hardened instantly.
    “Why?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    Zahra’s face fell and she retreated away from his shaft. The
disappointment and hurt on her face was more than anything he’d witnessed
during her torture.
    Although she’d pulled away, she suddenly devoured his cock,
sucking harder than before. She caught him by surprise and he nearly exploded
with ecstasy as her full lips surrounded his head and sucked hard, twirling her
tongue around his thick shaft. And then as soon as she’d taken him, she
released him.
    He groaned at the early release. Zahra hadn’t lied, she was
torturing him indeed.
    “Tell me what brought you to Sprecia and why you sought me.”
    He sucked in a breath, his hard on slowly deflating. Pain
slowly gathered in his balls. “I was married. I had