He pulled out two clothespins from his pocket as he walked in front of me, then set them on the box behind me. They were the cheap kind that my mother used when she dried sheets outside when I was a kid; I wondered what he was going to do with them. He rummaged in one of the boxes in the corner, bringing out some twine, scissors, and what looked like an egg, and he set them down behind me with the clothes pins. I kept looking obediently straight ahead.
“Put your hands behind you, Claire,” he asked, politely but with a tone that made it clear that it was an order. My hands flew back, hooking my elbows around the cheap plastic chair back. I felt a rough twine wrap my wrists and tie them to the bars of the chair as he kneeled behind me. I tested the knots, finding that he had left the twine loose enough to rub against my skin but that I couldn’t break free. He leaned in and kissed my neck where the collar to my shirt ended. He stood and caressed the nape of my neck, tickling the small hairs that escaped my ponytail. A shiver ran through me, and he chuckled before grabbing my ponytail and forcing my head back.
I gasped, part with pain and part with pleasure. “You like that? Good.” He kissed my forehead gently and let my hair go. My heart was fluttering in my chest with excitement and a little apprehension. I rubbed my thighs together as I felt invisible strings of lust tightening through my body. He stood in front of me, the light from the entry silhouetting his figure and shadowing his face from me. He reached out and undid the top button of my shirt, then ripped the remaining buttons open. My breasts heaved in their white bra, exposed as he tucked the two sides of my shirt over my shoulders and ran his hands down my arms. Goosebumps jumped up as he touched my skin, eliciting another deep chuckle...
About the Author
Cassandra Zara is a young woman in her 30s who has wanted to write the kind of fiction she’d like to read for a long time. It may sound cliché, but she really does love long walks on the beach with her husband. Her new baby keeps her plenty busy, but she's overjoyed to have people who enjoy her work.
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