Chapter 99

Marc dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Aldara, pulling her off the couch and onto his thighs. She straddled his legs and the wet rub of her pussy had his cock hardening again, impossibly soon. He tasted his cum on her lips and tongue as she returned his ravenous kiss and she tunneled her hands into his hair.
"What I should do is keep you tied to the bed," he growled. He just couldn't seem to get enough of her. "You're too dangerous to be left on the loose."
Then she shocked the living hell out of him. With a little wiggle of her hips that had him groaning into her ear, she murmured, "Sounds like fun."
"We're going to kill each other." His words only fueled the desire in Aldara to be truly naughty for the first time in her life. If she only had this one night, she wanted to stuff as much pure carnal pleasure into it as she possibly could.
"We're both awfully hard to kill, but I'm willing to give it a try." She leaned up and nipped his ear. "Did you mean it about tying me up?"
"I wouldn't be opposed." The slight pulse of his revitalized cock against her wet slit let her know he meant it. "I don't have a vast collection of toys here, but I'm sure I can come up with something that will work."
"You mean this isn't the love nest you usually bring your women to?"
"Actually you're the first, besides my mother or my friends' wives. This is usually where I come to be alone."
"Sorry for the interruption, then." She wiggled her ass, rubbing her wet curls against his erection.
"No you're not, witch. But neither am I. Shall we go see what I've got for restraints?"
"Oh yes," She shifted off his lap to stand. "I've always thought that sounded...hot." She might have been gone to an all-girls' school and been overprotected by the big, eccentric Frenchman all the boys were scared of, but that didn't mean she hadn't had fantasies.
"I've fucking gone to heaven," he muttered, standing and pulling her by the hand. He strode down the hall so fast she had to run to keep up with him.
Excitement fluttered in her stomach. This was really going to happen. The idea of being completely at his mercy was an unbelievable turn-on. She could feel her juices coat her pussy lips and her upper thighs, and her breasts were so aroused and swollen they actually ached for his touch.
When they reached the bedroom, Marc picked her up and twirled her around in his arms. "All you have to do at any time is say stop and I will. Understand?"
"I'm not afraid, Marc. Now what should I do?"
"Just lie in the center of the bed." He pulled the covers down and watched her settle onto the mattress, his gaze intense enough that she could almost feel its warmth against her skin.
"Now what?"
"Close your eyes and wait." His tone dropped to a husky whisper. She obeyed then heard him move, followed by the opening and closing of a couple drawers. "Crap. Now - aha!" His footsteps moved into the bathroom then back, and she heard a ripping noise. "One beach towel makes a noble sacrifice." There were two more rips before she felt the mattress dip by her left foot. "Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable."
Soft cotton wrapped around her ankle in a knot that was snug but nowhere near painful. He moved her foot a bit until it was positioned the way he wanted it then he scooted across the bed to her other foot. Funny how she could tell all of that without using her eyes.
He secured her other ankle then moved up to her hand. Picking it up, he dropped a sweet kiss into her palm before tying that to the upper corner of the bed. She tested the knot, pleased when she discovered she was really held in place. Goose bumps covered her skin in anticipation of what Marc would do while she was under his complete control.
When her final limb was secured, she lay spread-eagle on the bed, listening to Marc rustle around the room. He came back a few moments later and she felt a light, feathery touch tickle her nipples. The sensation was delicate but intense. What was it? A feather? A brush of some sort? She had no idea, but he traced it across her collarbones then down between her breasts to tickle her bellybutton before running it along the creases of her hips, making her giggle.
"No laughing," he said, tapping her lightly on the nose with the brush - she'd finally decided that's what it was - a soft paintbrush or makeup brush of some kind. "And no talking unless you want me to stop. All I want to hear from you are sounds of pleasure."
"Then don't tickle," she said.
Marc responded by ticking both sides of her rib cage with his fingers. "Who's in charge here?"
"You are," she laughed. "But I'm still ticklish."
"We'll have to try something else then, won't we?"
She started to speak but was stopped by his kiss. It was gentle at first but quickly deepened. His tongue thrust into her mouth, searching, claiming while one had cupped her breast, gently kneading the sensitive tissue.
"Ah, you are so hot," he said after he finally pulled his head away. He kissed her jaw, her ear, then nipped her neck in a way he'd quickly learned made her gasp and cream. Then he dipped his mouth lower and captured her nipple, which was hard and so tender she moaned at the caress. He sucked it deep into his mouth and worked it thoroughly with his lips and tongue while his fingers rolled and tweaked its mate.
Aldara tried to pulse her hips, but the restraints made that difficult. Somehow the limited movement only heightened her arousal. Her eyes were still closed, partly because he'd said to keep them that way, partly because she was too turned-on to force them open. Every sensation seemed magnified as she lay there helpless while Marc made love to her.