Thread: Oil, Spice and, everything nice. ( HotTexasCowboy & Ash Durn )

Neil took a sharp breath when he felt her fingernails trace a pattern along his sides, the sensation combining pleasure with just a hint of pain exciting him perfectly. With her neck open to his lips, he found himself imagining being a vampire, ready to possess her with a bite and the taste of her blood. He had never had that particular fantasy before, it was just the metaphor of dominance and power that attracted him. But that image was quickly thrust aside as she pushed at his chest to make a bit of distance between them. He gazed down at her, curious what she was doing as she reached for her purse. His eyes were intrigued, then burning with excitement as she revealed her toys to him. You seem to know me so well, he smiled, reaching to run his fingers along the leash noose, enjoying the feel of the leather and anticipating would it would look like attached to the collar around Megans neck. He pantomimed an answer to her blown kiss, and the next thing he knew she was almost attacking his neck, attaching her lips and sucking at his skin. He chuckled at the sensation, and what might well result. A public demonstration, perhaps, of their lust tonight? Laughing again, he finally put his hand to her hair and pulled her away, using his other hands fingers to rub lightly at her point of attack. Well, giving Amillia some proof of the success of her plan? he grinned. Assuming that is her plan, he added. Whatever Amillia expected to happen, they were clearly writing their own script now. He wrestled her back down on her back and locked her into another forceful kiss. His hands linked with hers and he pushed them together over her head on the mattress. By this time, the bed sheet was pulled and wrinkled into a ruin and he was naked and almost atop her. After some more making out, he pulled back and glanced again at the toys. He also rubbed his neck again, feeling the mottling that indicated she had achieved her purpose. Oh, youre being a very bad girl, he teasingly castigated her. And you know what happens to bad girls, dont you? He reached across her body and picked up one pair of the cuffs. He reached to her nearer arm and pulled it in front of her, snapping one of the cuffs around her wrist, securely but not painfully. Fuzzy cuffs, he said playfully. All our prisons should have them. Imagine how much happier our prisoners would be. He reached to her other arm and drew it near, fastening the other link at her wrists, so they were only a couple of inches apart. Leaving her cuffed, he reached for the key. Hmm, I have no pockets for this right now. Perhaps I should swallow this. Instead he stretched over and laid it on his bedside table, where he knew he could find it when needed. Now, about the naughty girl part, he smiled as he rolled back to her. Come here, Megan, he said determinedly, sitting at the end of the bed and sliding her toward him until she was across his knees on her front. With a very faux-sinister voice, he said, Now, you have to receive your punishment. He reached to pick up the paddle, and ran the edge of it along her legs, up to the hem of the short skirt, high on her thighs. Now, should I swat you on your skirt, your panties, or your bare bottom, hmm? he seemed to be asking himself. Youve worn such a slutty outfit tonight, you seem to be daring me to see more The paddle edge started scootching up the hem of her skirt toward the base of her ass cheeks.