Emilia Clarke – Lick It First
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The dark chill of the winter’s evening seemed to wrap around everything, the chill permeating everything it touched; Emilia Clarke wished she’d worn stockings to go with her party dress as she hurried briskly to her friends apartment for the birthday celebrations she’d put on. The biting edge of the breeze lapped at her bare legs and swirled up beneath her skirt to tease at the delicate black thong she had on; she’d gone for some sexy panties, the wide lace waistband smoothly wrapped around her hips as the sheer design showed off her neat dark landing strip of pubic hair. Well it would at least, to anyone that was lucky enough to get a glimpse up her skirt. She pulled her coat around her tightly as she clicked rapidly across the pavement on her high heels to the door of the plush apartment block her friend lived in, shivered as she got inside and made her way to the lifts. She was relieved to be away from the elements as the lift ascended the tower block to the 15th floor where her friend lived.
“Hey! Come in, come in,” he friend Becky said as she held the apartment door wide and encouraged the diminutive actress into her home, closing it behind her as Emilia shrugged off the big coat and revealed herself as she hung it up. She was wearing a short black halter dress that sparkled in the light, her firm C-cups pushed up by a strapless bra underneath it, natural brunette hair tumbling down over her naked back and black silk high heels with a simple red bow on.
“Damn, nice dress,” Becky commented, checking out her smooth back as she shrugged off the coat, Emilia turning around with a smile.
“You like it?” she asked.
“It’s gorgeous, looks great on you. I’m sure you’ll get plenty of attention tonight,” she replied.
“Oh stop it,” Emilia giggled, playing it down though frankly that was exactly what she wanted; she’d been single for a while and felt vastly underappreciated, her curvy body seeming to have gone far too long without the touch of someone else. She wasn’t really just looking for a hook up though, she wanted to meet someone who could offer more and she just seemed struck by bad luck lately and hadn’t met anyone that she clicked with properly at all. Emilia strutted into the party and surveyed the group of people already assembled, checking the gathering for anybody she knew as the music took over all around her, stereo pumping out the tunes and invigorating the guests. She had already sent her friend a bottle of champagne directly to celebrate her birthday and decided she needed something similar, helping herself to a glass of white wine and getting into the party.
Emilia wasn’t ignorant of the glances her way, coming from men and women alike as she danced casually and drank her wine, the cool, refreshing beverage slipping down far too easily. The night got going and a glass became several as she danced, becoming more overt and animated, her short skirt flicking up, dangerously close to exposing her sexy lacy panties to anyone watching. Her high heels clacked on the floor as she laughed and danced with some friends, producers and writers she’d worked with as well as other actors and actresses.
“Having a good time then,” Becky said, sliding in with her and almost shouting over the music.
“Yeah it’s great, happy birthday!” Emilia shouted back.
“Thanks,” Becky replied, slurring a little from her own adventures with champagne and more than a few shots that night. Emilia gave her a hug and they continued dancing, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a guy eyeing her up; he was being subtle about it, not staring directly at her or anything, instead stealing glances at her as he sipped his drink. When she locked eyes with him, essentially catching him in the act, he held her gaze and then let his eyes scan down to her feet and back up, taking in every curve and silky inch of bare skin before holding her gaze again for a fleeting moment then looking away. Quite clearly checking her out, Emilia was intrigued as he made no move to come over to her, sipping at the golden liquid in his glass as he turned away. He was tall, wearing a shirt and tie, looking very smart actually which only made her wonder who he really was as she rocked on her heels.
“Who’s that?” Emilia said, leaning in close to her friends ear.
“Who?” Becky questioned, looking up to hazily follow Emilia’s nod in the direction of the smartly dressed man.
“That guy in the suit?” she asked loudly.
“Yeah well...close enough. Who is he?” she said.
“He’s...a producer or writer, something like that. I don’t know him well, he’s a friend of a friend you know? He was on a project I did a while ago,” Becky said.
“Ok,” Emilia said slowly, the mystery only deepening.
“I think he likes you though,” Becky said, looking over her shoulder towards him as they danced to the music, catching him again glancing their way, not noticing Becky catching his gaze as his eyes settled on Emilia...well her back as she faced away from him, the smoothness of her shoulders as her brunette locks swayed over them.
“Yeah?” she replied, a little tingle going through her even though she’d already clocked him.
“Yeah, shake your ass a bit,” her friend giggled. Emilia laughed but did as she was directed, swaying her hips and pushing her butt out, slower motions at first, building up the pace and then giving a quick shake of it for him, her short black dress jiggling and jumping with her motion to show off her toned thighs. His eyes caught every move as he drank it in before he glanced away again, not intending to stare.
“Oh he’s definitely into you,” Becky said enthusiastically, sizing him up over Emilia’s shoulder.
“I noticed him looking before,” she replied.
“Go talk to him,” Becky urged.
“What? No, I don’t want to make the first move. What if we’re reading it wrong anyway?” Emilia said, suddenly nervous at the prospect.
“Don’t be silly, he’s totally yours, and I don’t think he’s gonna come and interrupt somehow. Besides, remember who you are, you’ve got it,” Becky said, playfully building her friend up and urging her to make the move.
“You’re right, I can have him if I want,” Emilia replied, cocky and confident with a smile.
“If you want,” her friend affirmed. They continued to dance for the rest of the song, the actress stealing glances back over her shoulder towards the guy in question before a lull in the music tempted her move. Downing the last of her wine, the last drop anyway, she stepped away from her friend and stood the glass down, heading for the makeshift bar to fix herself a shot of something hard to steel her nerves just a little bit more. Throwing back a shot of JD, she rasped at the burn in her throat and shoved the glass back down on the worktop, shaking her head and turning to head back across the party to where he was. She was surprised to glance around and find him gone, having moved from his place eyeing her up, only for her to see him coming straight towards her around the edge of the dancing guests.
Her heart jolted a moment as she stepped towards him, keeping her intention to approach, realising he’d been watching her escape the music and neck the shot, clearly deciding it was a perfect opportunity to speak with her. They met in the middle, near a handy corner where they could step back a little from the noise of it all, out the way of anybody.
“Hey,” she started, wanting to get the first move in, what was left of it at least.
“Hey, how you doing?” he said with a warm smile.
“I’m doing good, I’m Emilia,” she said, holding out her hand. He reached out and took her hand for a soft shake.
“I know,” he said with a wry smile, having obviously recognised her as he leaned down and lifted her hand to kiss it softly.
“Recognise me then,” she replied, shivering a little in excitement. She loved having her hand kissed, it was so romantic and traditional.
“Of course, I don’t live under a rock,” he replied.
“I’m glad,” she said with a short laugh, breaking the tension of it all, “people might talk.”
“I’m sure. So what brings you here?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink in his other hand.
“I’m a friend of the host, never miss one of her birthday parties,” she said, looking up into his face. She was only a diminutive 5’2 whilst he fairly towered over her at more than 6’ and gazed down into her with his piercing steel blue eyes, slim but well built. She could feel him absorbing her in turn, eyes momentarily flitting from her face to glance down her dress at her impressive rack.
“That’s loyalty right there. Great parties I take it?” he said.
“The best. How do you know Becky?” she enquired.
“I worked on a project with her a while ago, I came along mostly as a friend of a friend type thing,” he said.
“So you came for the free drinks huh, admit it,” Emilia said with a smile, winking.
“You got me,” he said with a playful smile, taking another sip from his glass.
“What are you drinking there?” she asked with a pointed finger.
“Bourbon,” he replied.
“May I?” she asked, holding her hand out hopefully.
“Sure,” he said, handing the glass over, their fingers touching around it as they exchanged the drink. She raised it to her nose, smelling the rich flavour of it before she slowly took a sip. She could smell the alcohol as the cool liquid spread across her tongue, the hit not immediate as she tasted it and swallowed. That was when the burn hit, kicking like a mule at the back end as shuddered and coughed, caught completely off guard.
“God, what is that?” she rasped, trying to control her coughing as she recovered.
“Obviously not your thing,” he replied with a smile, raising the glass and casually taking another sip.
“Obviously not,” she said, looking back at him with a smile of her own. She knew she’d been caught out, her attempt to appear cool and sophisticated as she broke him down falling apart.
“So what do you like to drink, Miss Clarke?” he said, addressing her properly, cutely.
“White wine mostly, I’ll be honest,” she said.
“Champagne?” he offered.
“Yeah I can definitely enjoy that too,” she giggled.
“Then let’s get you one, I think you need a drink,” he said and with that confidently took her hand to lead her round the outskirts of the party and back to the bar. Becky glanced over and watched Emilia with him, smiling at her friend seeming to get somewhere as even she could tell she needed a good, hard fuck if nothing else. He led her to the bar and immediately sought out a nice bottle of champagne, already open and ready to pour, quickly fixing her a glass and filling it smoothly with the delicious bubbly.
“Hey, I never got your name,” she said, as much a realisation to herself as pointing it out.
“No you didn’t. I’m David,” he replied, finishing her drink and pushing the glass towards her. She took it and enjoyed a deep sip, murmuring her pleasure at the taste of it.
“Thanks...David,” she said deliberately, giving a smile as she played on it.
“Want to dance?” he offered, draining the last of his bourbon and standing the glass down.
“I’d love to,” she replied, taking his hand and leading him into the crowd, balancing her glass in the other as they found a spot and got to it. They didn’t talk for the next however long, neither one of them kept track as they got into a rhythm with each other, their dancing starting out reasonably conservative but then devolving into much more. They became uninhibited, faster paced and passionate, Emilia losing her empty glass somewhere along the way as they got closer, hands sliding over one another, hers around his neck as she craned up for him, his on her waist or at her hips as they danced, never inappropriate but always temptingly close, teasing her skirt up a little or squeezing enough to feel her underwear through the fabric. Pulling closer together, her hands slid around his neck again; she really needed a good hard fucking tonight if nothing else, that was for sure. She wanted more but at the very least she needed carnal pleasure, and he was certainly interested and very up for it. At points when she’d ground against him she’d been able to feel him through his trousers, ready and waiting for her and she was sure he’d have no qualms about going home and sliding it inside her. It made her wet just thinking about it.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” she whispered, pushing up onto her toes to get close to his ear. He looked down at her with a smile as she pulled back.
“I’d love to,” he replied, heart pumping much faster than his outward appearance would suggest.
“Let me get my coat then,” she replied, giving a wink and pulling away from him, sliding away into the group of people. She sought out Becky to give her a goodbye, it was her birthday after all, then headed for the exit to find her coat. She met David in the hallway, standing waiting for her courteously, already in his jacket and ready to go. She was tempted to make a joke about him moving quickly, or hoping he wouldn’t be so fast when she got him home, but decided against it and simply found her long, thick coat.
“Let’s go,” she said simply, wrapping it around herself and heading out the door which he held for her. They rode down in the lift and then exited the building, Emilia feeling the same bite of the wind around her bare legs though it was subdued by the alcohol she’d imbibed. They managed to hail a cab easily enough and she was thankful to slide in away from the cold wind, pushing her skirt down even as she caught him glancing at her smooth pins as he got in. She gave the driver her address and he set off; it was only a short drive, a few minutes really to get to her place and the roads were quiet now in the small hours of the morning. His hand entwined with hers on the back seat, a restrained touch until they got back to her place, which thankfully happened quickly and before they knew it the cab was pulling up by her apartments. He took care of the trip, pushing a couple of bills through to the driver and telling him to keep the change before she could even think about paying, instead opening her door to the cold night once more.
He joined her and she took his arm, escorting him into her building and riding the lift up to her floor, knowing that he wanted to put his hands on her and leading him quickly to her place. They got inside and locked the door, Emilia hanging her coat up as he threw his jacket aside, the warmth of the place a momentary relief. That was all forgotten however as he pounced on her and immediately took the lead, spinning her into his arms and kissing her passionately, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth which she eagerly responded to, battling with his as he pulled her close to him, hands giving her ass a hard squeeze that made her mumble. It had been too long since she’d been handled like this and a rush of exhilaration raced through her, tingling her body as they made out in her hallway. With seemingly effortless strength he picked her up, hand sliding under her ass and partly onto her soft skin as she obediently squeezed her thighs around his hips.
“Take me to the bedroom,” she murmured in between their hungry kisses. He did exactly as she requested and carried the diminutive actress to her room, managing to work out where it was. She slid from his arms at the foot of the bed, lowering her slender figure onto the floor before him as they continued to kiss, tongues battling as his hands roamed all over her squeezing her ass, taking in her figure and fondling her firm breasts through the dress. He noticed some bondage restraints she had on the bed, cuffs on straps attached to the headboard suggesting she was into something naughty though whether she wore the cuffs or not he could only guess. He was excited she left them out so boldly, even as she winced at not having put them away prior to this. He was absolutely ready to take her, of that she had no doubt as she felt his erection pressed to her through his trousers as they embraced, but she wanted to slow things down now and make it how she wanted it.
“Kneel down,” she said, a command, her tone firmer and more dominant.
“What?” he questioned, unsure he’d quite heard her through their kisses, his lips at her pale neck.
“Kneel before me,” she said, looking him seriously in the eye. He wanted her and without further question, much to her delight, he slid down onto his kneels before her at the foot of the bed.
“If you wanna fuck me, you have to lick it first,” Emilia said sweetly, letting her fingers playfully flick up her short skirt, giving a glimpse of her panties and smooth thighs as it danced in the air. She absolutely loved having her pussy eaten and was thrilled as he wasted no time in lunging forward towards her, grabbing her hips and pushing her back against the bottom of her bed. She gasped as the cold metal frame made contact with her legs, jumping as he slid his hands onto her bare legs at her knees, just slowly pushing them up underneath her skirt to let his fingertips play over the sexy black lace of her panties, able to feel the contrast between the embroidered detail and the sheer, thin panels, a token covering to her most intimate area. He toyed with her a moment, absorbing it all before he pushed his hands upwards and lifted her skirt to reveal her in the soft light of the bedroom. Emilia held her breath a moment as he revealed her, gazing on her in just the sexy lingerie.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured as he took in her neatly shaved landing strip through the sheer underwear, the dark hair almost an arrow to where he was going to apply his tongue to her. He let his hands slip back, thumbs hooking into the elastic at her hips to draw the wide lacy waistband of the panties down with them. Her skirt descended and so did her underwear, sliding easily over her smooth, pale skin as he slipped them effortlessly down her thighs, the front clinging to her waiting vulva and peeling sensually away from her lips as he undressed her. He let go of the lacy garment at her knees and pushed her skirt back up, leaning straight in and planting a kiss directly on her landing strip to make her shiver, murmuring as he got started. He gave a few soft kisses over her neatly shaven pubic hair and then dipped down to give a long lick all the way up, tongue gliding between her lips easily and over her stiff clit to make her gasp loudly.
His hands gripped her pelvis more intently, holding her in place to attack as his lips sealed themselves to her and he sucked firmly at her button, making her lean over him as her muscles tensed and a strained groan escaped her lips, her hands grabbing hold of the bottom of the bed to steady herself while her legs quivered. She needed this far more than she realised and she shoved her legs wider, heels digging into the carpet as she stretched the panties at her knees that only allowed her legs so wide. She let herself sink into him as his tongue started to firmly circle and attack her clit, spinning on her one way then suddenly switching to another, throwing in sudden movements to swipe across her sensitive nub and shake her with new sensations. The actress groaned deeply with pleasure, rocking her hips against his face as he knelt down for her and licked her pussy, raking his tongue from bottom to top to split her puffy lips open and delve his tongue in between, working the tip of it on and around her clit beneath the delicate hood that shielded it, fairly dancing across her nerve-laden centre to make the brunette shudder and shake in front of him.
“Oh fuck, right there,” she breathed, tipping her head back as her groans became deeper, more throaty and guttural as his tongue worked at her most intimate spot with a mixture of sucks from his soft lips. He attacked intensely by mixing the two, sucking her hard as he dispatched her hood with a swipe of his tongue and aggressively worked at her hard button, making her shudder hard and grab his head, rolling her hips into him with forceful, deliberate actions even as she could barely stand it. Her orgasm was close but she wasn’t there yet, somehow he seemed to be able to read her so accurately that he backed off just enough if she seemed like she would boil over. She couldn’t fathom how they had such a connection when they’d just met, figuring through her excited haze that he was just an excellent pussy licker and she was benefiting from his skill.
It wasn’t wrong, he intended to bring her the utmost pleasure; he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself and this seemed to be her thing, getting off on having dominance over men or something like that. For now he was happy to let her have her fun and worked his tongue, focusing solely on her clit now to bring her climax to fruition and make her come. She had a gorgeous pussy, the smooth lips just begging him to lick and play and he wanted to see what they felt like wrapped around his cock. His fingers closed tighter on her hips, feeling her shake and quiver beneath him as he focused solely on her clit and attacked with all his energy; his tongue worked hard in small, fast circles, just enough pressure to excite and overwhelm her without discomfort, circling back and forth as he again mixed in swipes this way and that across the surface of her nub to make her jolt and gasp.
“Ohh don’t stop!” she gasped, breathing hard as she held his head to her body, grinding her hips into him to maximise the stimulation of her clitoris, her gasps becoming heavy and laboured, slower but more intense as her orgasm passed the point of no return and she had a final few seconds to enjoy the stimulation before she erupted. She held back for those final strained moments and then came hard with an almighty shudder, whole body bucking as her orgasm broke over her soul and she let out a cry of ecstasy. Dropping her head back, Emilia screwed her eyes shut and wailed her pleasure to the bedroom as her pelvis jolted and jerked, overtaken by her primal urges in her moments of pleasure, pressing him hard against her as his tongue continued to work her clit, just sustaining her peak further before she was suddenly overwhelmed, desperately sensitive and needing a break.
“Enough!” she gasped, a little more authoritatively than intended as she pulled his head away from her, skirt dropping back down to cover herself. She took deep lungfuls of air, looking down at him with a smile as she sucked in the oxygen to recover, legs still shaking in the wake of it as she felt unstable on her heels and leaned back onto the bed.
“Fuck that was great,” she breathed, pushing her hair back over her ear.
“Now for something a little different,” he said as he stood up, towering over her, Emilia looking up to him with wide eyes momentarily before he grabbed her shoulders and spun her round. She stumbled drunkenly on her high heels, her panties round her knees not making it any easier as she turned towards the bed, managing to stay on her feet only for him to shove her down over the end, bent over with her ass out.
“Hey watch it,” she complained as she struggled for balance, bracing herself on the bed and pushing back up. His hand was immediately on her back, pushing back back down onto the bed, wanting her to present for him and do as he instructed.
“Do as you’re told, Emilia. I’m in charge now,” he said, his voice cool, deep and dominant. His use of her name somehow made it more complete and controlling...and it made her obey. She never had guys doing this to her, they always bent entirely to her will and let her be in charge which was both empowering and exhausting. Sometimes she just wanted to be treated, controlled and told what to do, not having to think about the direction everything was going and this was that moment. He was obviously running the show and it connected to her immediately in the most arousing manner, her whole body trembling as she submitted to him.
“Ok,” she breathed, looking back at him briefly, just acknowledging she was his now as she put her head down and calmed herself. She was looking forward to it and looked out carefully under her cascading hair as he stepped round the side of the bed and reached out for her bondage strap at the headboard. Her pulse increased as he testingly pulled at it, seeming satisfied before he extended it to reach down to where she was, pulling it out and attaching it purposefully to her wrist. Tightening it a bit more, he walked to the other side of the bed and did the same with her other hand, Emilia obediently raising her arm for him to bind her, leaving her bent over the bed with her arms outstretched, bound and at his mercy.
“Now, we don’t need this in the way,” he said, walking back behind her and running his hands up her body, making her shiver at his touch, nerves flooding through her as his touch moved up her sides, pulling her skirt up a little again before letting it drop, teasing up her body and then over her smooth, bare shoulder blades. Her breaths were all that broke the air, hard, rapid gasps with an edge like a knife as his fingers played up her spine to the knot of her blade halter dress behind her neck. He brushed her long brown hair aside over her shoulders and attacked the knot, working his fingertips into it to loosen the fabric which yielded after a few seconds, his hands pulling the knot apart smoothly and letting it drop loose on her body, casting the dress down over her to drape onto the bed and leave her in just her strapless bra.
He drew his fingertips down her back, Emilia just silent beneath him as he stood right behind her, pressed almost into her ass in much the fashion she was hoping for, lacy panties still around her knees where he’d left them. His touch took her in again, the smoothness of her body, contours of her figure as he caressed her before moving his fingers back to the wide bra strap across her back. With an easy, practised pinch he released it, Emilia herself surprised he’d freed her from the tight bra so easily as it sprung from around her ribs and dropped onto the bed below her, freeing her gorgeous breasts to bounce naturally underneath her. He made her wait as he leaned over her, not touching her and instead taking the bra from under her and casting it aside, the lightly padded garment that had given her extra boost for the party thrown to her bedroom floor. As he stood back up his hands moved to her bare sides again, fingers stroking over the defined bra-mark on her body, fingertips tracing the lines on her body and following them round underneath her to finally squeeze her fantastic tits.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured as he groped her, hands carefully yet firmly fondling her beautiful C-cup breasts, feeling their weight and firmness as they hung beneath her, impressed by her womanly figure. A joke came to her mind but she kept it to herself, not wanting to spoil the mood or break the moment with him as he took her in, working her through an intimate, meticulous process that was turning her on no end. His hands slid over her skin and he lightly pinched her hard nipples, making her gasp before his touch slid back down her body towards her hips, taking in the taper of her waist and taking hold of her dress again, what was left of it that hung on around her hips at least. With the gentlest pulls he worked it off her curvy his and let it drop, the sparkly black garment falling down her legs to her feet over the top of her high heels.
Kneeling down behind her, he drew his hands down over her ass, pausing to squeeze it firmly and just pull her cheeks apart a little for a private glance at her treasures before he spanked her playfully, making her gasp playfully as he hadn’t put any real force on it, the action meaning far more than the actual effect of it. His hands smoothly brushed down her toned thighs to her panties, still caught at half-mast above her knees, hooking into the warm, soft waistband and drawing them easily down to her ankles. He urged her carefully to lift one foot, pulling the dress and her underwear off over her high heel before he let it back down and did the same with the other one, leaving her naked except for her party shoes as he threw the clothes aside. Kneeling behind her, he looked up at the stunning actress bent over and bound for him, almost completely naked bar the footwear as she bent over the bed, ready to be taken.
“Do you want me to take my shoes off?” Emilia asked, speaking up. After all he hadn’t told her not to and she wanted to know if she should help him out even though it would leave her even shorter than before – her towering footwear had certainly helped bridge that gap up till now.
“I don’t know Emilia, are these your fuck me shoes?” he asked coolly, slowly, letting the question sink in.
“I...well…” she stuttered, stumbling over her words, having not remotely expected it.
“Be honest,” he directed, the measured dominance making her tingle.
“Yes, they are,” she admitted; she loved the black silk high heels, they were tall and elegant, they made her feel so sexy and guys loved them too. She’d been fucked more than once whilst wearing them, or at least after a night out with them on.
“Then I think you’d better keep them on,” he said with a smile she could hear in his voice, making her bite her lip.
“Yes sir,” she murmured, immediately blushing and burying her head into the bed. She never said that to men, never, and to just blurt it out so suddenly sent blood rushing to her face in embarrassment. She was sure he loved it though, especially with her in the compromising position she was in, bent over before him ready to enjoy any way he saw fit. Without a word he slapped both his hands onto her ass, much harder this time to make her cry out in surprise and the sting of it, squeezing her firmly again and spreading her fully to expose her this time. Emilia had no time to think about it however as she let out a strained, gurgling gasp as he buried his face into her and drew his skilful tongue over her clit once again before sinking it into her hungry hole.
“Ohh god, fuck,” she breathed, having expected him to stand up and simply bury his cock inside her now. Instead his skilful tongue sank inside her, delving into her soft vagina, her muscles instinctively clenching on him for a moment, only letting her feel the constrained, pulsing power of his muscle as it wriggled inside her. He thrust it rapidly in and out of her, making her groan deeply with pleasure as it tingled her nerves, driving exquisitely across every silky contour and fold of her before he pulled out and lapped down over her clit once more. Emilia shook as he slowly treated her clit again, licking over and around it before a long pull all the way up her, teasing her clit, into her folds...and over her tight asshole. She let out a shuddering moan and shivered, tensing up at the illicit, forbidden sensation and lifting her leg as she clenched up; nobody ever licked her ass and for him to just do it without being asked made her so hot, pussy tingling with the excitement as she pulled away from him, unable to stop her body. He immediately withdrew however, letting her go and standing up much to her disappointment.
“I think we need some more restraints, if you’re not going to stay where you’re placed,” he commented, looking around for something suitable.
“Sorry, it just…I don’t need any more, I’ll stay still,” she said, almost pleading him to come back and continue applying his tongue to her.
“No, I don’t think you can be trusted,” he said casually, swatting her on the ass and glancing around, Emilia looking under her hair at him to see him going into one of her cupboards. After a couple of looks he found what he was looking for, coming back out with two slender black leather belts in his hands. She watched until he went out of sight behind her once more where he playfully, menacingly tapped her ass with the black leather belts, hinting at what he could do to her.
“Assume the position,” he commanded, looking down at her legs which were much closer than before. The actress immediately complied, stepping her lovely smooth pins wider out for him, digging her heels into the carpet as she steadied herself and presented herself for him where she thought he wanted her.
“Wider,” he said firmly, commandingly as he abruptly kicked her feet out, a hit to the insides of her ankles with force but pressure rather than pain, her body jolting down as he spread her legs for her, Emilia gasping in shock as she just about avoided rolling her ankle, teetering on her fuck-me heels as he knelt down behind her. She’d definitely never been treated like this before, basically as a fuckdoll it seemed, but she couldn’t deny how much it was turning her on and she had no intention of stopping him. Taking a belt, he pulled it around her leg; her feet were nowhere near the posts as the petite actress would never be able to reach them, but luckily the frame of her bed made it easy to restrain her.
He slipped the belt around her thigh, through the railing of the bed and then doubled it round again so the buckle would connect properly, securing her thigh with a double helping of leather as he deftly fed the belt through the buckle and pulled it tight around her leg with just enough pinch to make her feel it. Her excited breaths cut the air as he repeated the process on the other leg, leaving her completely bound and helpless – restrained in the face of whatever he wanted to do with her. He paused a moment to strip off his own clothes, making her wait in anticipation as he stripped down to match her nudity, swiftly disrobing to leave himself stood naked behind her, fully erect and ready for her. With her legs spread wide and bound that way he could do anything to her; she couldn’t wait to find out what and shivered in pleasure when he spoke.
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