Chapter 26: Sieve’s Effort

SIEVE heard a knock on the door and opened it. She saw an annoyed, tense, and cold man on the other side of the door. She felt that she might have contacted him when he was doing something important and that she should have waited for his text instead of inviting him out of the blue.

Despite his cold demeanor, she welcomes him in with a jovial attitude. She stares at him for a while, admiring how he looks good wearing corporate attire the same as when they met in the Imperial Mall, but the one he is wearing today is dark blue.

He walks towards the bed and removes his suit jacket and tie. He then took a beer from the mini fridge and drank it in one go. He opened another one and took a sip. He continued to move around the room as if he was not seeing her.

This made her a bit uncomfortable, but she did not speak. Instead, she took a beer and made a toast to the bottle he was holding.

He glances at her with withdrawn gaze, clears his throat and says, "You wanted to see me?" He asks while sitting on the bed chugging his beer like water.

"Yes!" She says while trying to glance away from him, she then remembers what Laura said. "Sometimes it's better to lose a person knowing that you did and said everything you want to say than to lose them without saying anything."

"I...I miss seeing your face and I feel alive when you’re around." She mumbles as she tries her best to stare at his eyes without losing herself in the process. Her voice was so low that he did not hear everything she said.

"What?" He asks with a confused look on his face.

"I said I like seeing your face." She yells.

He grins mischievously, stares at her and he then asks, "Why are you still wearing your coat?"

She blushed upon hearing his question, then says, "Nothing, I’ll just go to the restroom and fix myself."

She was about to leave, then he noticed that she was wearing 5 inch black heels partnered with knee-high fishnet stockings. He grabs her wrist then looks at her keenly. Her face turned red instantly and she asked, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He glances at her coat that was buttoned up to her neck. When he unbuttoned it, he saw that she was wearing a leather lingerie made of straps that didn’t cover anything.

He removes her coat and throws it on the floor and walks around her, admiring the effort she put in for him. He smiles and nods approvingly while looking at her body.

He held her waist tightly and started touching her thigh. He then planted his lips to hers, their tongues fighting one another. She puts her arms around his neck and starts caressing his nape and hair.

He then lifts her up, her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist. They continued kissing, none wanted to surrender in their intense tongue fight. Saliva mixing, lips sucking and nibbling. Hands traveling with each other's hot, lustful bodies.

He threw her in the bed and crawled slowly to pin her down with his weight. "I like what you’re wearing. The straps are removable and can be used to bind your limbs on the bed." He says in a sultry husky voice as he pulled the straps and bonded her arms and legs to the bed frame, he tied her in a Spreadeagle position.

She was breathing heavily in excitement and anticipation, then blurted out, "It came with a whip."

"A whip?" He says, staring at her with a sadistic smile on his face. She nods then says, "Its in the bag," eyeing at her backpack that was under the table.

After binding her securely on the bed, he stood up and opened her bag. He sees the whip and a can of whipped cream inside.

He took both and when she saw that he was holding the whipped cream, she remembers what Honey from the store whispered to her.

She says, "I once had this set and my boyfriend tied me up on the bed and put whipped cream all over me. He ate me up like a cupcake and it’s the best feeling ever. You should try it."

Her face turned red and she tried to glance away from him. He then hurriedly walked towards the bound girl on the bed and sat on her chest, "You brought whipped cream!" He says with enthusiasm.

She’s still glancing away from him, her face red as a tomato.

"Yeah!" She says as she swallows slowly.

"Naughty," he whispers as he pokes her cheek, then moves his hand to her body. Everything he touches burned with lust and desire.

Their conversation was cut short when a phone rang. Blade looked at the phones on the bedside. It was not those phones. He stood up and checked her bag again and saw another phone and it was the one ringing.

Her eyes widen as he sees him take the phone out. She wants to jump out of bed but she can’t.

"Stop!" She yells.

"You have two phones?" He asks.

"Yes, that’s my personal phone. The other one is the phone I use to contact you." She explains while trying to free herself.

"Please, stop!" She yells again, her eyes pleading pitifully.