Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) Read Free Page B

had this bar installed when we first moved in. Bettina was a work in progress. Any time she was awake and I was here was considered a teaching moment. I hadn’t been around like I was in the beginning so Bettina was long overdue for the bar punishment. I moved Bettina to the couch and began undressing her. I could tell by her breathing pattern that she was a horny bitch. I undressed her slowly, my mouth grazing over heropened shirt and down her stomach. The teasing I was doing was creating a deep want, giving me the upper hand, as if I needed it right now. It was something that gave me the added edge. Keeping her on the horny ledge allowed me more control because I was about to get mean. This was the calm before the storm. She wanted the beast and the beast was ready to play. I paid special attention to her sweet spot, making sure to avoid it at all cost. I removed her panties with my free hand before traveling up her body, pressing my clothed body into hers giving me all the power. I gently grinded against her, giving her a taste of my hard-on, watching her eyes get lidded. She was right where I wanted her, sexually aroused and helpless to my will. She was already submitting… it was that easy. I grabbed her lacy panties and smelled them; the scent fueling the animalistic creature inside of me. Nothing smelt better than the sexual cream of a female.
    I flashed her a devilish smile as I adjusted the panties so she could taste her passion for me. I put the cotton part in her mouth and tied the lace behind her head. Gratification I received when she let a disgruntle moan slip, pushed me higher on the domination path. My body moved of its own accord, knowing without thinking what to do next. Sometimes, I amazed myself at my own frickin’ actions. I was that good. I stood authoritatively, leading her by the hands. I was close to the point I craved the most, the point where my mind could focus on body art. Right now, my only focus was her continual whimpers and the smell of her arousal; it was charging my alpha male. I pulled up a chair next to the one under the support bar and within minutes adjusted the bungee cord between her hands under the zip-ties and I yanked her onto the chair next to me. I hooked the bungee cord to the support bar and it was a perfect fit, like always. I grinned and it was full of smug satisfaction as I stepped back, very proud of my work.
    There she stood, on her tiptoes on top of the chair, just like a Barbie. She was bondage Barbie, from the tips of her dark blue manicured fingernails all the way down to her matching toenails, which were perched on the dark wooden chair upholstered in grey canvas. Her hands stretched so high above her head she couldn’t even wiggle any more. Frozen in a pose that was fucking sexy, she was breathtaking like this.I watched her eyes as fear and lust settled in, my favorite two emotions giving me a sense of calm. Bettina was naked except for her opened, thin and black button-up shirt, and her plump boobs restrained in her bra. I made a move to fix that. Stepping away, I circled her body as if I was in the wild and I was sizing up my prey. It was the only time I felt this kind of calm and peace of mind, a joy of knowing I was in complete control of everything. I inhaled and smelled her lust, and right now in this moment, everything is right with the world. I faced her once again and chuckled at the sight of her dirty panties in her mouth. This was happiness to me.
    I stalked into the kitchen in search of a sharp knife and returned to my bondage Barbie. I prowled around her again, dragging the blade of the knife over her transparent shirt and the pad of my finger over her bare ass. I got a rush from her fear. The fact that after three years, she remained intimidated by me, reminded me why I kept her around. She pushed my alpha button and I returned the favor. I gave her a little more to be scared of, kept her guessing and she loved it. I took my sweet time tracing the bra