Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Ooohmmm. Kristin moaned encouragingly as Everett buried his face in her breasts. The sensation of his hard, sucking kisses in the tender valley between them was maddening, a madness that traced its way up over her sculpted collar bone and along the line of her neck as his kisses trailed upwards. She turned her face to kiss him deeply as his lips ran along the line of her jaw, dropping her arms around his neck again when he released them. She relaxed onto him, getting closer as he pulled her ass tightly to him and pressing her breasts against the broad firmness of his chest. The 'stiffest' penalty, eh? She said with a throaty giggle. I can't wait. Wuh! Hmhmhm! She squeaked and laughed as he lifted her. She could feel his strength in the ease with which he lifted her up, handling her as if she weighted nothing at all. His muscles flexed and coiled against her, his hands digging into her ass. She locked her ankles behind his hips to support her weight and held herself up with her arms behind his powerful neck. She bounced playfully when he tossed her onto the bed, breaking their kiss and pulling herself up onto her elbows. She leaned up towards him, her hand outstretched to pull him down to her but she froze and put her hands up in mock surrender as he declared her under arrest, a teasing grin on her face. Her eyes focused on the glittering hoop of the cuffs as he twirled them through his fingers, her heart beating faster at the thought of having some naughty fun. When he pulled her up her hands went to his thighs, her nails raking over his jeans as she looked up at him seductively. She reached for his belt again but he reached down to lift the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms to give him access. Her face colored with that half remembered shyness that was so swallowed by the moment as her hair fell behind her, brushing her bare shoulders. She wished she were wearing something sexier, her bra was a simple purple one that was more comfortable than showy. She had always liked the look of herself in lace. But Everett didn't seem to mind, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her up for a kiss. She thought. But with a sudden speed and power he wrenched her around, pressing her face into the pillows and pulling her arms behind her. Kristen heard the ratcheting metallic click and felt the cool steel of the cuffs against her wrist and let out a cry of surprise. For the first time fear shot through her. Her hands were cuffed behind her, not in front, instead of a sexy constraint she was rendered totally helpless, in the power of the man who held her down. For an instant his great strength flashed into her mind but she pushed it away. Everything was okay. It had to be, right? His teeth grazed her ear, more painful than sexy, and she realized that she didn't know anything about Everett. Always before when she'd been intimate it had been with someone she trusted, someone she knew, her boyfriend. An 'ooh, you look so good' could be interjected with an 'ow, you're on my hair' without breaking the mood, the rough patches in the sensuality smoothed over by trust. None of that existed with Everett. This was simply passion, excitement, and now a tinge of nervousness. There was a raw edge to the moment, something unlike the gentle lovers she had known. It was frightening and tantalizing. Struggling to keep the situation light Kristin ignored her predicament and pushed her fears to the back of her mind, instead writhing sensually beneath Everett. Mmmm, yeah, show me. Show me the law. She said, unable to keep the faintest quake of fear from her voice.