James rose, striding to the closet. He came back out in a pair of boxers. “Don’t
move,” he told me. “I need to get something from the entryway real fast.”
I didn’t say anything, and he looked at me. He pointed, the twist to his mouth
almost playful now. “I mean it. Don’t move.” With that, he strode out.
“Crazy bastard,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear, but I didn’t move. I
heard him laugh as he walked down the hallway.
I let out my own laugh when he strode back into the room. He had the soft beige
scarf from the photo shoot wrapped around his neck. He grinned a wicked kind of grin.
I felt myself grow wet just from that look.
He was out of his boxers and back on the bed in a ﬂash of naked golden skin. I
couldn’t look away.
He straddled me, unwrapping the long scarf from his neck slowly, teasingly. It
took forever the thing was so long.
I watched him, captivated. I felt like I was getting an X-rated strip tease from a
glorious God. “You’re the most beautiful thing on the planet, James,” I told him.
At the bottom of my vision I saw his erection twitch, and he closed his eyes for a
long moment. There was no denying that he was susceptible to ﬂattery, but that wasn’t
why I’d said it. I’d said it because I couldn’t look directly at the sun and not remark that
it was blinding and brilliant.
Once the scarf was free, he covered my eyes with it, wrapping it twice around my
head. He raised my arms above my head, stretching them taut, his hard length rubbing
along my torso as he did so. His cock pushed hard into my sternum as he wrapped the
scarf around my arms. I gasped.
He wrapped that soft length from my wrists to my elbows. It was a ﬁrm hold but
not tight. When that was secure, he wrapped it over my collarbone, lining it even with
my underarms. He barely jostled me as he wrapped it around me twice there before
moving down to my breasts and then ribs. He wrapped it around and around with
smooth sure motions, somehow managing to get it under my body while barely moving
me. He wound it around my waist next, bringing it back up to wrap around both my
eyes and arms, binding them together.
He had me well and truly caught when he pulled back, straddling my hips.
He said one word before he set to work on my body with his mouth. “Struggle.”
I tested my restraints rather hesitantly at ﬁrst, not imagining that the scarf would
pose any real challenge. It was so soft, so stretchy, but the man knew what he was
I gasped as he licked a path down my navel to my inner thighs. He sucked at a
tender spot while I worked against the scarf, making no progress, just moving the
wicked thing against my body deliciously while he did even more delicious things down
below. He worked that clever mouth from my groin to that sensitive spot behind my
knee and back again. I struggled hard, because it felt good, because I couldn’t believe
that the ridiculous scarf could hold me so securely, and because I wanted my hands
free to push that teasing mouth where I needed it to be.
I only succeeded in trapping myself more securely, and James took his sweet
time moving that tongue just where I craved it.
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