Scarlett - A Hotwife Bound: A Hot Interracial Story (Scarlett A Hotwife Book 2) by Daizy Dennis

Author:Daizy Dennis [Dennis, Daizy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Daizy Dennis Books
Published: 2022-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

THE BED

On the way to the suite, we chatted about Bookers’ college days. The likelihood of meeting an old friend in such an exclusive, off the beaten track location. Booker held my hand tight, put his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer. At the door he paused, kissed me passionately, leaving me breathless as he pushed open the heavy door.

When Booker closed the door behind me, he took me in his arms and hugged me close, hands caressed my back, tongue slipped between my lips as we kissed. Passion taking over, I pulled back.

‘You promised Joseph…’

He kissed me, taking the words from my lips.

‘No rush. He’ll wait.’

Booker peeled my dress straps from my shoulders, the fabric falling away. I laughed, stepped out of it, and bending to pick it up, felt his hands on my waist. He removed my underwear between kisses and caresses. I melted against him as he teased my body from its weariness to desire. But before I could react, he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he carried me to the bedroom. Sitting me in the chair at the bedside, he bent to unfasten my shoe straps, kissing my toes as he did so.

‘If you keep doing that, I won’t let you meet your friend.’ I said.

Wiggling my toes with delight as his tongue slid between them. He stood, turned to the bed, and whisked off the covers. They fell to the floor with a whoosh of heavy silks as he put out his hand for me to take. I gripped it and stood up. He pulled me with him as he walked to the large four-poster bed. I assumed he’d maybe lay with me for a few minutes but he had other ideas. It was only as I settled back that I spotted a hook in the post next to the pillow. Curious, I gazed at it, saw Booker’s tie looped through it. The same tie he’d used to cuff my hands at home.

‘Booker…’

Confusion made me pause, and he slipped his hand around my wrist. In a moment, he tied my wrist to the bedpost.

‘Didn’t you wonder where I disappeared to between the starters and main course?’ Booker said, a wide smile on his face.

‘But Joseph is waiting.’

Booker walked around the bed, caught my ankle in his warm hand. The welt still tender I flinched. He leant in, kissed it better, and then I saw the leather cuff. Fur lined, fastened to the bedpost near my foot. Booker soon had one ankle tied and hurried to the other. All the memories of the night tied to our own bed rushed back over my body. My nipples shot to hard buds. I gasped as he ran his palm over my tits to enjoy the moment. I reached up to stroke his cheek. He took my hand in his, again grabbing my wrist. Soon he had it secured on the other post. My leg bent in a useless, failed attempt to preserve my modesty.

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