of pleasure that held her in place. Heather pushed her back against him and moaned, right as his forefingers and thumbs pinched her nipples hard.
Not long after, Leo's hand grazed her ass sharply, urging her to rise. She stood, trembling nervously as he moved below her, tugging at the button and zipper holding her jeans up.
In one swift motion, he dragged her bottoms down, and then did the same to her black panties. He gave her bare cheeks a hard crack, enough to force her forward.
“ Step out of them and turn around. I want to see your beautiful naked body,” he ordered.
Beautiful? Is that really what he's going to think when he sees that little ribbon of flab rolling off your abdomen?
She stood fixed in place, tormented by doubt. His fingers swept up the backs of her thighs and clamped down on her buttocks.
“ What's the hold up, Heather?”
“ Please...I can't.” She sniffed, fighting back tears. His confident hold over her was overwhelming, and she sensed that they had barely started. If this was only the surface of what he had planned...she wouldn't last.
“ I wasn't asking. If you're really that uncomfortable, I'll let you leave any time. Just keep in mind you won't get what you came from. And not any of this either...”
His face pressed close enough to feel the hot breaths streaming from his mouth. His rugged puffs of air breezed up from the backs of her knees, climbing higher, growing hotter along the way.
He stopped when he was at the crack between her cheeks. Then his hands slid up and he began pulling.
Leo leaned up into her, lashing the edge of her sex with his long tongue. The air he exhaled reached deeper, smothering her weeping slit. His fingers pulled on her folds and started to pry them apart, making plenty of room for his eager tongue.
“ Ohhhh...no....” Heather's protest died in her throat. She wanted to collapse onto his face as it shoved its way into her loins, dancing and twirling. Her legs weakened a little more with every lick.
She was so lost in his cruel pleasures that she didn't realize he was slowly turning her around. Eventually, his licking slowed, replaced by the whorls of his fingertips. They arced in and out of her cavern, driving up to her clitoris, spiking round and round like a tornado.
Heather opened her eyes, surprised to see him staring up at her as he tongued her. He blinked once, then dove for her ballooning clitoris. The swollen bead disappeared between his lips and he smothered it with his tongue.
“ Stophhh! This is too good, too much...”
Leo didn't listen to her pitiful mews. His fingers pushed in and out before she could protest again, spinning her head as well as her body.
The room seemed to move, but it was actually her. He used his tongue as a lure to maneuver her toward the huge canopy bed.
When they reached the edge of the navy blue curtains, he quickly slid under her and pushed the small of her back. Heather tumbled forward with his pressure, more from surprise than real force.
She fell headfirst into the soft mattress, giving a little squeal. But it was actually the unexpected emptiness of his disappearing tongue that upset her more than the fall.
She rolled over and saw a dark shadow through the curtains. Leo was undressing, revealing his well sculpted body. His chiseled torso rippled through the thin barrier, calling her like the perfect shadow of Adonis from another world. One where the men were chiseled like thousand year statues.
The sound of his trousers falling came after. When his boxers had sunk to the ground, his shadow crept forward, tearing open the curtains in a firm rush.
“ Lay back. See those wooden shackles built into the front?” He waited for her to turn toward them, watching her face contort. “They're waiting for you. And so are these.”
Leo held her panties bundled in one hand. His huge, naked figure was an imposing obstacle. She knew that she could leave, but his gorgeous form made that an