Free Seduction by Various Page B

tucked under my arm. I held his shoulders and let his tongue deep into my mouth. When my hips and ass hit the steel table, I gave a startled little sound but didn’t break the kiss.
    â€˜Fabric samples,’ he said against my lips. His hands settled on my hips, heavy and imposing. I wondered if he would leave fingerprints on me from holding me so tight. I hoped so.
    I pulled them from my purse and handed them over, then watched, my heart beating wildly, as he examined the two fabrics. What the hell? Big hard cock, big deep kiss and then . . . fabric swatches? Odd. I yelped when he found a weak spot and ripped a strip from the brown print fabric. ‘Nice. I like this one,’ Samuel growled and ripped another strip from the large piece I had supplied.
    â€˜But . . . but, I thought –’
    â€˜Hands up, Jillian,’ he said with a wicked smile. ‘Hands up in the air like a good little girl.’
    I could smell his aftershave and his clean skin and a trickle of wetness seeped into my panties. My cheeks flooded with colour almost akin to shame and I raised my hands like I was under arrest. ‘Oh, OK,’ I said.
    â€˜You are a very naughty girl. But so very interesting too, you know.’ He talked softly to me as he tied one of my wrists to the pot rack overhead. I nodded but remained silent, twisting this way and that to try to relieve the demanding thump of my cunt and the constant nervous flutter in my belly. ‘You come in here and seduce me into redoing my restaurant. You flaunt your body and your brain. I don’t know which is sexier, by the way. And then you go and get all shy and girlish, which makes you that much more desirable. Makes me want to fuck you that much more.’
    My throat seemed to grow small when he said the word ‘fuck’, and as if they had a mind of their own my hips rose up to bump against his so that I could feel that hard line of his dick in his pants.
    â€˜And I intend to fuck you,’ he went on, taking my other wrist and pressing his teeth to the intense beat of my pulse where my skin was thinnest. He licked over the spot with the flat of his tongue and then stretched my arm up and tied me. ‘And might I say, your wardrobe choice for today was genius. It’s as if you knew. I bet you did. Somewhere deep down.’
    I shook my head no and then found myself nodding. Details, I’d had no idea of those. The intent to fuck, that I had felt pretty certain of. Deep down I had known, if I was honest. He pulled the tie on my wrap dress and unfolded the halves until I was standing there in my hose and garters and tiny panties and a bra. My skin pebbled with goosebumps and he stepped back to look at me. It was a slow lingering look that had me testing my bonds by the end.
    â€˜Spread your legs.’
    I did. Wantonly, ignoring my shyness, I spread my legs and when he touched me I hissed air like I’d been burned. ‘You’re so wet. You little slut. Are you a slut for me?’
    And there I was nodding again. It all felt so surreal but so very, very good too. I pushed against his hand to see if he would slide a finger into me. I was rewarded when he pushed my panties to the side and knelt on the red tile floor. His mouth was as hot as I imagined, his tongue as good as I had hoped. He flicked hard circles over my clit with the tip before dipping his tongue into the wet, wet centre of me. When he added a few fingers to the fray and stroked my G-spot with a gentle kind of dominance I came swiftly. I let go and gave into the warm waves of orgasm, biting my bottom lip to try not to be loud. But I was still loud. I shook so hard as I came I set the pots and pans into a merry little melody of shaking and swaying metal.
    â€˜You’re sweet like something off the dessert cart,’ he said, looking up at me from the floor. His tongue toured my pussy once more and I jumped around in my ties. I was so sensitive his tongue felt almost