It ended abruptly. Matt pulled me into his arms, both of us breathless, and began to kiss me. His hands roved my body, squeezing any ample flesh.
"God," he gasped through the kiss. "Hannah, god. Do you want this? Feel what you're doing to me." He seized my wrist and pressed my hand to his cock. I curled my fingers around it.
Too many times I'd lost my nerve around Matt. I wanted this, whatever the hell it was. I trusted him. And if I didn't answer unequivocally, I knew he wouldn't force me into it.
Into what?
I shoved the anxiety out of my mind.
"Do it," I whispered. "Do it Matt, I'm yours."
CHAPTER 13
Matt
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PLAYING WITH HANNAH had a beautiful way of simplifying things.
Worries plagued me as she inspected my apartment. Was I moving too fast? Would today frighten her? What if she found something of Bethany's? Was she angry about the meeting with Pam? And was that a stupid idea on my part, a major conflict of interests?
Then I got Hannah bent over the kitchen counter and I had no worries.
The world condensed to us. Hannah's ass. My hand. Hannah's *. My fingers.
I should have known she could handle anything I threw down.
She was fearless.
When I led her to my bedroom and showed her the items on the bed, I asked if she saw any problems.
She didn't run screaming. She didn't throw herself at my feet, either.
She carefully studied the things—a collar with attached nipple clamps, black tape, four silk cords, a blindfold, and a simple cloth gag—and gave me a small smile.
Just seeing Hannah handle the items made my cock throb. I had purchased them that morning before picking her up. I never played with Bethany like this, and even if I did, I had no desire to see Hannah in the context of Bethany's stuff, especially in bed.
Even my assholery had limits.
"This is fine," Hannah whispered. "Do it." She came closer and I trembled. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her mouth to my ear. "Do it to me, Matt."
She was pliant as I prepared her.
I blindfolded her and stripped her down to her thong. Before I gagged her, I pressed a large marble into her palm.
"If you want me to stop," I told her, "you drop this, and I'll stop. Do you understand?"
She nodded and opened her mouth for the gag.
I guess I started to lose it then. Something about Hannah's lovely lips parting and her pink tongue, her obedient mouth. Her submission. It drove me mad.
"You really like this," I murmured, "don't you?"
Before she could answer, I fit the gag into her mouth and tied it tight at the back of her head. I laughed and gave her a push that sent her tumbling onto the bed.
She fell across the quilt with a muffled cry.
"You asked for this, you slut," I snarled. I couldn't help myself; I shucked off my shoes and shirt and crawled over Hannah's quivering form. I ground my arousal against her sex, her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, her face. My slacks were getting painfully tight.
She tried feebly to participate, reaching for me, but I shoved her back and began tying her to the bed.
"You won't have the use of your limbs today, Hannah. I'm going to use you. All you're going to be is a body for me to play with. A cunt, a mouth, and a beautiful pair of tits."
I tethered Hannah spread eagle to my bed, the silk cords bound to her wrists and ankles and extending to each of the four bedposts.
I smiled down at my handwork. I sat beside her and lazily pulled on her nipples.
"Hnnn! Nnnn!" She made glorious noises against her gag.
"Good girl," I soothed. "I'm testing your bonds. They're nice and tight, I see. You can barely move. Does this hurt?"
I began to twist and yank on her nipples and squeeze and slap her breasts. She jerked on the bed. My cock was already wet at the tip, I could feel it. My gaze flickered to the hand that held the marble. Her fingers were secure around it.
"Time for your collar, Hannah. We'll get pictures after this."