Chapter 30: Naughty Points

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Chapter 30: Naughty Points

Lesedi

It was dark – the cloth covering my eyes hindered my vision; in turn, the entirety of my residual senses was heightened.

The surface I laid on was firm – hardly comfortable but somewhat warm – contradictory to the cold air gushing over my skin.

The surroundings had a faint smell of woody aftershave mixed with musky mint – a smell I was accustomed to – a smell that felt like home.

The pitter-patter of raindrops drowned the silence that engulfed us.

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Aiden had emptied out his wooden desk by moving its contents onto the floor.

"Don't speak – Don't make a sound – Just do as I say...", he whispered as he removed his tie, placed it above my eyes and tied it from behind.

"Lie down, Lessie – hands above your head", he commanded as he eased me onto the wooden surface.

I felt his presence shift away from me. Beep, beep, beep – my attention was diverted to a sound, resilient yet muffled by the thunderous storm – it was probably the temperature controller.

The atmosphere slowly became warmer – I was thankful. I detested the cold even when I had layers on; therefore, before this moment, with fragments of my skin bare, was uneasy to say the least.

I remained still – eager for what was in store; eager for when it would begin. Will he forcefully rip the garments off me? Or will he take his time? – savoring every inch of my very existence.

Will he succumb to the need and ravish me like a wild animal would do his mate or will he fondle me tenderly like a lover introduced to a fragile flower.

My breath hitched as my thoughts raced over the possibilities – I felt thuds against my chest as his fragrance scaled in prominence – his footsteps suddenly revealing itself.

His presence felt so near, and yet, he didn't lay a finger on me. I sensed him circling me – like a lion would his prey. I was growing anxious – the need for him to touch me only growing stronger.

I reflexively rubbed my thighs together – aching for some sort of friction in between by legs.

"Impatient, are we?", I heard him smirk. I wasn't allowed to speak, so I just nodded while gulping the salivation that had formed on my tongue.

"Bend your knees, Lessie – and spread your legs", he directed.

'Finally,', I thought as I complied – bringing my heels towards me and spreading them apart.

The warmth of my inner thighs competed with the colder air that surrounded us as I felt a thin cloth surround my right ankle. He strapped the cloth firmly and proceeded to do the same to my left.

The hairs on my neck rose to attention as his breath lingered across its skin.

My body reflexively attempted to move but I was hit with the sudden realization that my body wasn't mine to move anymore.

I was constricted – my wrists, to one end of the table and my ankles to either side.

His hot breath continued to trace my skin, from my neck to above my breasts and down my inner thighs.

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