Seduced and Ensnared: Complete Series (Hank Dolworth Story Collection Series) by Dolworth Hank

Author:Dolworth, Hank [Dolworth, Hank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JACKL Publishing
Published: 2023-04-14T00:00:00+00:00

You're mine

RICHARD

Eventually, I shifted up and off her, my cock slipping out of her clenching sex. Emily’s whine at feeling empty almost had me pushing back inside. Instead, I rose and walked to the workbench. I took a wired Hitachi vibrator and slid it beside her under the ropes. Emily blinked up at me, her eyes creased with a question.

“I’m going upstairs,” I said, “you wanted to watch the game, and I want to watch it with you. Or you can stay here and use this if you need more.”

I untied Emily’s wrists from the headboard, coiling the rope and dropping it to the floor.

“I have something for you when you get yourself free,” I said, with a squeeze of her breast and a kiss on her forehead.

I backed away and turned my back to her. I pulled my shorts and put my shirt back on. This was a bit of a test to give her a choice. Would she choose to come to me for comfort and tenderness, or would she continue to pleasure herself with the Hitachi? In my mind, there wasn’t a wrong answer, though my preference would be that she would choose to come to me.

I willed myself not to look back as I walked out of the room and up the stairs. I tapped my pocket as I hit the main floor and felt the collar still in its place. I sat in the armchair I’d claimed in her living room, turned on the television, and tuned into the football game Emily wanted to watch.

As I settled into the leather chair, I recalled the many sessions of cookies and cocoa we’d enjoyed in this chair. I fished the collar out of my pocket and draped it over the arm. I forced myself to stare at the television, not back at the basement door or my watch. As I rested in my thoughts, I didn’t hear anything the pre-game announcers were saying. A collar was a big step. Was I moving too fast? Would I frighten her off? Were we playing this game, or was there something more?

It felt like her antique clock was ticking slower than usual; every tick was drawn out and distinct. I closed my eyes and found a way to breathe slowly. Truthfully, I was still wound up tight from our play, I needed some closeness, and I began to regret leaving Emily alone.

After what seemed like ages, I felt her more than I heard her. That electricity was always an undercurrent when she was near. I willed myself to keep my eyes closed until I felt her curl over the arm of my chair. Emily slid one knee between the soft leather arm and my hip, straddling over my hips as she did the same with the other. I blinked my eyes open, looking up into her eyes. I was concerned with the tears that welled at the bottom of her lids.

Emily offered a soft smile as she lifted the collar I left on the arm of the chair into the space between us.

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