Truth or Dare (The Dominator 2) - Page 108

He smirked, “Come up here, wife, and let me feel how wet you are. Let me feel it with my cock.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Or come way up here, wife, and let me feel how wet you are with my tongue.”

“Mm,” I inserted a finger inside myself, “Wow, I’m wet and tight, husband. Bet you’d love to feel how tight I am, too.”

“You gonna let me feel or taste or are you gonna be a tease?”

“Teasing you is fun.”

“Mm. Touch me, Tia.”

I touched his cheek and then scrubbed it with my fingertips and leaned up and kissed his mouth. He tried to give me some tongue but I backed off.

“My cock, Tia,” he said.

I shook my head, “Naw. I wanna tease you a bit more first.”

I got on my knees so my face was hovering over his stomach. I kissed his belly button. He arched so that his cock was at my chest. I grabbed my boobs and squeezed them together, getting his rigid cock between them for just a moment and then I backed off and kissed his abs and then sat back on my knees between his legs. He lifted his feet and then crossed them at the ankles and trapped me between them. His amused look had faded and now he looked like he wanted to devour me. I stayed still, trapped between his legs, but with his hands restrained above his head it didn’t look like there was much he could do about it. I tucked my hair behind my ears and then reached for his shoulders and then got my fingertips under his arms and started to tickle his armpits. He scowled at me and pulled on the restraints a little.

“Oh? Don’t like that?” I asked and then I started to tickle his stomach. I don’t think it was very effective, he’d j

ust tightened his abs so probably couldn’t feel it. I squirmed out of between his legs and got off the bed.

“Get back here, wife!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“I’m thirsty. I think I’ll go grab a drink. You thirsty?”

“No. Not even a little,” he replied, looking like he was getting more than a bit impatient with me.

“I’m a ‘lil peckish, too. Did we bring any food? Anything I can make a sandwich with?”

“Tia…” he was definitely losing patience.

“I’ll just go look,” I left the room, calling back, “Man I miss Nita’s cold breaded chicken…” I went downstairs and found a few bottles of beer and water in the cool retro powder blue with a pearl finish fridge. There was a matching Aga cooker. This was a great country kitchen. Not too big but definitely cool. I took a few sips of water and opened and closed a few cupboards, which were all empty, then sauntered back upstairs, trying to be all sexy in my red undies and bra. I leaned against the doorframe and he was lying there looking helpless with his pants down below his hips, his underwear tented in a delectably mouth-watering way, and his arms over his head, still fastened by my belt and his belt to the brass headboard.

“Hey my husband,” I breathed huskily and drank a sip, purposely letting a few drops of water trail down my chin and between my breasts. I pulled one strap down, letting one of the ‘girls’ out and put the sole of a foot flat on the door frame so that my knee was bent. “It’s hot up here, isn’t it?” I poured a tiny bit of the cold water over that breast, not enough to soak myself but enough to make that nipple pebble. I arched my back.

He shook his head at me, “You’re so gonna fuckin’ get it...”

I giggled, shrugged, pulled my bra strap back up and walked over and put a knee to the end of the bed.

“It? What it am I gonna get?”

He shook his head, “It.”

“Promise?” I prodded.

“Oh, I promise.”

I put the water bottle down on the floor and straddled him again and leaned down and kissed him on the mouth and his tongue struck out like a vicious viper and he was ravishing my mouth. I backed up.

“Get back here. Undo the belts, Tia.” He was panting.

“I’m in charge and I say I’m not done playing yet,” I said, totally enjoying the power.

I grabbed his cock and squeezed, “I may not be done playing for a long long while.”

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