Bound by Ivy by S. Quinn

Author:S. Quinn
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Devoted Books
Published: 2013-07-23T23:00:00+00:00

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I climb out of my underwear – a plain white set of knickers from Marks and Spencer. I’m glad Marc can’t see them. They’re hopelessly plain and virginal. Not sexy at all. At least, they don’t look sexy to me.

Now I’m sitting in just my sweater, with my mouth gagged. Part of me is tempted to untie the scarf and tell Marc I’m not up for playing this game right now – not when I haven’t spoken to him all week. But the gentle warmth that’s building between my legs stops me.

‘Roll onto your stomach and put me on speakerphone.’

I jab the speakerphone button, place the phone on the duvet and roll onto my stomach, feeling soft cotton against my bare legs.

‘Spread your legs.’

I do, feeling cool air between them.

‘I want you to imagine that I’m standing behind you.’

I think of Marc, so tall and sexy and intense, and shiver at the thought of him between my legs. If I concentrate hard, I can pretend he’s here in the room with me, waiting to touch me.

‘I’m going to pull you down the bed by your ankles,’ Marc says. ‘I want you to slide down the bed.’

I wriggle down the bed, shimmying left and right until I feel nothing but air under my ankles and shins.

‘Now I’m going to bend you over the bed. I want you with your backside in the air, legs apart, waiting for me to fuck you.’

Oh god.

I slide further down the bed until my legs drop over the end. I wait there, naked from the waist down, rear end in the air, just like he instructed.

I wiggle my legs apart.

It’s so hard not to speak. I reach forwards and pull the phone towards me so it’s right by my ear.

God, I feel so turned on. Gagged and following Marc’s instructions ... wanting him to touch me so badly, but only having my imagination to play with.

What I wouldn’t give to feel his fingers grabbing my backside, his body pressed between my legs.

‘Spread your legs wider.’

I do, and feel electric shocks running up and down my thighs. I moan into the gag, and hear Marc breathing faster down the phone.

‘I’m not going to fuck you yet,’ says Marc, his voice thick. ‘I’m going to leave you waiting. Wanting. And when I’m ready to have you, I will. But only when I’m ready.’

I moan harder into the gag, wiggling against the bed, rubbing myself against the hard frame.

‘Don’t move,’ Marc barks down the phone. ‘I can hear you moving. Don’t move until I tell you to.’

I stop moving.

Silence.

I wait. And wait. And the more I wait, the hotter I feel and the more desperate I am to hear Marc’s voice. I try to call his name through the gag, but all that comes out is a muffled moan.

I want more. More instructions. More of Marc’s voice. More of him.

Just when I don’t think I can bear it any more – when I’m about to rip the gag out of my mouth and call Marc’s name – I hear his deep voice down the phone.

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