Chapter 50 Unbound
\[Lilia\]
My body thumped with the sensation of anonymity, both in exhilaration and dread. I was inhaling his air, the scent of booze with a bit of mint blowing across my face like a halo around me. His intense mossy gaze dilated, the black part of his eyes swallowing most of his mossy hues with a forbidden desire wanting to consume me, and I found myself entrapped in it.
Kael removes his necktie. The fabric’s swooshing sound resounded between us just as he captured both my wrists. His nose, inhaling my scent sharply as my breath caught in my chest, he lifted my arms above my head. Just then I realized what he was about to do. I wanted to protest, but I have already told him that he can do everything he wanted with me as long as he doesn’t hurt me. I don’t know what had suddenly transpired over me, but we already made a deal that I could no longer turn back.
He bound my wrists, using the necktie, tying it around tightly, but not tight enough to cut the blood from flowing on my vessels, and fixed it on the hook near the window, rendering me unable to move.
I keep my mouth shut, my eyes following every movement that he was making, noticing closely the strained vein on his throat and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, the unruly stubbles on his jaw, his perfume, intoxicating me into losing my senses and surrendering to his will.
“Tell me you want this kukla,” he rasped out, fanning me with his air.
“Yes, we made a deal,” I breathed, my chest heaving and my spine arching just as the rough texture of his palm skittered on my thigh, hiking my dress and exposing my undies for his sight to indulge.
“Good,” he nodded, dropping his head towards the juncture of my shoulders and neck, licking the soft flesh below my ears, sending sparks whirling down my spine, eliciting a soft gasp to escape my lips and a shudder on my body. My belly tightened with sheer carnal want, craving more of his touch, his kisses, and the need to fill me in.
“I love it, when you're this responsive, kukla,” he gruffly mumbled, his hand moving up, caressing the fabric of my panty, his thumb scraping over my prudent spot.
An involuntary moan ripped through my chest, throwing my head back, my hands tugging the binds on my wrist, wanting to have my hands over his body, yet all I could do is buck up my hips, prompting him to take his attention down on my aching needs.
“Easy, now kukla.”
I was gasping heavily. He’s torturing me, but in some pleasant ways, that leaves me wanting more.
His nimble fingers found the zipper on my side dress, tugging it down tantalizingly slowly, allowing the small device to scrap my skin till the fabric loosens around my body. I wasn't wearing any brassiere and prompting my bosom to sprung unrestricted.
Closing my eyes, I offered myself in submission. My whole being to him, and the next thing I know, his warm mouth covering mine, letting me have a taste of the liquor lingered on his tongue. I let his wandering tongue thrust inside my mouth, savoring, consuming with so much need.
A rapturous groan erupted on his chest, tugging my lower lips between his teeth as his fingers found my hardened nipple, kneading my soft mound. I didn't know where to put my head on focus. The all too overwhelming sensation was gripping, and instantly, a strangled cry emitted in my throat, when Kael moved my panty aside, rubbing his large thumb in circles over and around my clit, with his other hand pinching my nipple.
He left my mouth and moved down, taking one of my heated buds into his warm tongue, sucking it like a hungry bee sucking nectar for nourishment.
Another cry rippled through me, the balls on my heels digging on the soft carpeted floor and my knees began to shake while my chin jutted adjacent to the ceiling. The pressure on his finger pressing on my clit escalated, moving at a faster pace. My lower belly contracting, building a tight tension, begging for release. He thrust one of his long digits, pumping in and out, his teeth clamping on my nipple, biting it down but not in the sense that he was hurting me. In fact, he was doing it in favor of pleasuring me to the peak.
The binds on my wrists tightened as I tugged them hard, my teeth gnashing as the tension became more and more unbearable with each stroke. I screamed, heedless if my voice will travel throughout the aircraft, and if it reaches the other side of the plane.
Kael unlatches his mouth off my nipples and kissed me hard on the mouth, groaning each breath that we take, “That is right, kukla, moan for me.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer, my body begged for release, and stars began to blink right on my vision. I tugged the tie forcedly, letting go of the knot coiling on my lower belly, sending it down into a flow of release into his slicked finger.
I was panting really hard and I could feel the sweat trickling down at the side of my temple as my chest heaved and collapsed. Kael removed his finger from inside me, his eyes never leaving mine, and raises it to his mouth, licking all my essence clean off.
He still hasn’t let my wrist go from the bindings, not that I mind at all, but I would very much like it if I can touch him, feel the heat of his body. I gave up on him through my hooded eyes, seeing his grinning face. His knuckles on my cheeks, his thumb grazing over my lips.
“kukla, we aren’t even finished yet,” he softly said, untying the binds attached to the hook, unbinding my wrists, and letting me free from the constraints.
My head still muddled from the wave of ecstasy that he had brought me.