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Gunnar moved forward again, placing his lips to her ear.  He opened his mouth and exhaled.  “You better move your fucking hands, Emily.  You don’t want me to be angry, do you?”

“Do I?” Emily teased.

“You’re going to be the one handcuffed in a few minutes.  Think about it.”

Emily smiled, only for a second, as her mouth fell open.  She closed her eyes and moved her hands away. 

“Emily,” Gunnar whispered.

His hands took over, at the top of Emily’s chest and moved down, fingers spread, purposely running alongside her nipples but not touching them.  It caused Emily to groan Gunnar’s name.

“Louder,” he said.

His fingers came back up, his thumbs stopping directly under Emily’s nipples.  She ached for him to move his thumbs -
just move them
- so she could feel that erotic pulse surge through her body even more.

“Gunnar,” Emily cried out.  “Gunnar... please...”

“Say it,” Gunnar said.  “What are you thinking.”

“Touch me.”

“I am.”

“Touch my nipples.”

Emily’s cheeks burned red as more of her innocence cracked away.  She had never talked to a man like that before. 

“Good girl,” Gunnar whispered.

His thumbs came up and over her nipple.  Emily cried out even louder.  The gush between her legs felt orgasmic, her core burning and throbbing.  If it were last night, she would have come.  But tonight, she was already different. 

Gunnar’s thumbs came back down over her nipple and then were gone from her breasts, touching her stomach, right down to her pants.  He started to open her pants and as Emily tried to look down, Gunnar’s mouth made its move to her chest.  His lips touched her nipples one at a time.  The softness of his lips to Emily’s chest made Emily feel like she was going to burst.  She started to pull at her own pants, working them down.  She needed to be naked.  She needed to be touched. 

Right now.

“Please,” Emily whispered with a whimpering cry at the end of it.  “Please... do it all to me.”

“You can’t control yourself,” Gunnar said.  “There’s too much happening inside you, isn’t there?”

“Yes.”

Gunnar’s right hand came around from Emily’s hip to her slit.  His palm rested against her mound while his fingertips were able to explore her soft, wet folds.  His fingers curled with a gentle touch, working with purpose, touching Emily’s clitoris. 

She cried out again.

“This is why I have it set up like this,” Gunnar said.  “So you can’t stop me.  You can’t think about it.  All you have to do is feel me.”

Emily turned her head and saw the handcuffs dangling from the bedpost.  Three other sets waited too.

Fuck.

“It’s time,” Gunnar said. 

He reached for the handcuffs. 

Emily had never been handcuffed.  The closest she could say she felt bound was when her watch caught on her sweater.  She couldn’t pull her hand away without ruining the sweater.  It was such a pathetic memory to bring up, but Emily needed it to prove her innocence to herself and Gunnar. 

She moved to her back and put her arms out, assuming that’s what Gunnar wanted.  He took Emily’s right wrist and bent down to kiss it.

“Still tender,” he said.

“I don’t mind,” Emily said.

“Trust me.  You will.”

Gunnar placed Emily’s wrist into the handcuff and closed it.  He walked around the head of the bed to the other side and repeated the same move, kissing Emily’s wrist and cuffing her.

Emily tried to fight her natural instinct, but lost the battle when she pulled on the cuffs.  The metal made noise and the cuffs cut into her wrists, bringing fresh pain to her bruises from last night.

By then Gunnar was already down the bottom of the bed.  He reached for Emily’s pants and panties, sparing no ounce of care as he pulled at them.  Emily wrestled and fought, lifting and lowering herself, trying to find the perfect position to allow Gunnar to take her pants and panties off.  As she moved, her breasts bounced, giving Gunnar quite the show.

When they were finally off and on the floor, Emily closed her legs.  She didn’t want to but she couldn’t help it.  She ached and throbbed and having her legs shut created a false sense of pressure. 

“No, no,” Gunnar said.  “This won’t do.”

He placed his pointer fingers to her kneecaps and pushed them open.  His eyes widened at the sight of Emily’s wet core.  He licked his lips and Emily rocked her hips gently, needing to feel it.  Needing to feel pleasure.  Needing to feel Gunnar.

With both hands, Gunnar stretched Emily’s leg to the bedpost and placed her ankle into another cuff.  He snapped it shut and set his attention on her other leg.  Before Emily could take another deep breath, she was officially handcuffed - wrists and ankles - to the bed.  In the back dressing room at a rock concert.  With the lead singer of Down Silent. 

With Gunnar.

“Now,” Gunnar said, placing his hands on Emily’s thighs with a strong grip.  “Now we can begin.”

11.

Gunnar climbed the bed next to Emily’s shaking body.  She continued to try to move, half expecting the cuffs to fall off, half coming to terms with the reality of her next sexual adventure with the beautiful rockstar. 

Stopping right under her breasts, Gunnar went to work.  His lips touched Emily’s body and she let out a long cry.  Her pussy ached for his tongue, among other things.  The night had been filled with calculated torture.  Starting with the concert, watching Gunnar work the crowd, dripping in sweat, singing to her, commanding her backstage without speaking a word.  And now this.  Naked, handcuffed to a bed, feeling his lips and tongue work down her body.  Once he was between her legs, Gunnar brought his hands to her inner thighs to force Emily open wide, not that she could really close her legs.  The sudden touch and sight of Gunnar’s mouth so close to her slit made her legs jump.  The cuffs pulled and scratched at the bedposts but held their position.

So did Gunnar.

He took a deep breath and inhaled Emily.  Her sweet smell, her desire, and the lingering innocence drove Gunnar mad.  He then licked her, bottom to top, his tongue flat and effective, tasting her tender labia straight up to the hood of her slit.  He curled his tongue, sampling her clit, then flicked right back down.  There he stopped at her hole, letting the tip of his tongue slowly penetrate her, feeling the desperate throb of her body.

The entire time, Gunnar stared at Emily, watching how her body reacted, watching her face.  He was tasting her with his tongue and his eyes, controlling her, taking everything she had to offer.

Emily finally looked down and met the stare of his blue eyes and began to moan.

Gunnar made circles with his tongue, trying to stretch Emily.  His thumbs slowly moved up the inside of her legs until he touched her.  He spread Emily with his thumbs, giving himself access to her pinkness, not wasting a second to enjoy. 

The tip of his tongue was like nothing Emily could have ever predicted.  He moved so fast and so perfect, touching her, licking her, and sampling.  The speed didn’t just feel amazing it created pressure everywhere, inside and out, because Emily’s slit couldn’t figure out where Gunnar would be next.  When he held his tongue out, stiff, and moved his head up and back, in and out of Emily, she clawed at the silk sheets again, trying to lift her body.  The resistance from the handcuffs cut into her ankles and, somehow, Emily’s body blocked the pain and she lifted off the bed.  The pleasure was so intense for those few seconds, but once the pain came back she had to fall back to the bed.

Gunnar pulled away from her body, and offered a soft kiss to her hole.  He moved his hands to the top of her legs, slithered his way to her mound, and then his thumbs were back at work again.  He pulled at the hood of her vagina, exposing her clitoris even more.  His mouth came to her pussy again, this time suckling her soft, sweet skin. 

Emily moaned and felt the intense ache of her entire body.  She pulled at her wrists, trying to listen to her body.  She wanted to touch herself.  She wanted to hold her breasts, run her fingers along her nipples.  For the first time in her life, sexually and beyond, she appreciated her body and what it could do. 

Gunnar had freed her... but he wasn’t stopping there.

She felt his tongue between her legs again, now his lips, tongue, and entire mouth worked together.  She felt an orgasm building and cresting.  Her mouth opened to call out for Gunnar, to tell him what he had done to her, but she found nothing but gasp as she started to lose her breath.  And her mind.

The rush came hard and fast.  Every muscle tensed.  Her slit quivered as she tried to move in the same motion as Gunnar’s perfect tongue.  Even then she was no match to him.  He knew what to do, how to do it, and when.  She came with a fresh gush of warmth and wetness, all of which Gunnar welcomed as he continued to taste her.  It left Emily in shock, her mouth open, body shaking as the pleasure and pressure raged on.  Colliding together.  Throbbing.  The insides of her body tensing, wanting more.  Never wanting to stop.

Last night her orgasm had been electric, but it had been quick.  And quick being normal for Emily’s experience.  The feeling of climax and nothing else. 

But this...

Gunnar opened his mouth and slid his tongue back down to the bottom of Emily.  The change made her jump and finally cry out.  She didn’t have much of a voice as it crackled in a desperate yell.  Then just as he had started, Gunnar licked up Emily’s slit and back down.  Just once.

He came forward with his lips, kissing her skin and up to her mound.  He ran his lips along her stomach, depositing the wetness of Emily’s sex to her body. 

And with that, he moved from the bed.

Emily stared at Gunnar, unable to speak.  There were no words to say.  The results spoke for themselves and Gunnar knew it.  Gunnar knew what he had done.  What he had destroyed within Emily and yet, in the same moment of erotic intensity, what he had created. 

Emily wasn’t sure how it could get any more intense but then Gunnar touched the buckle on his pants.  As he began to strip himself down, Emily felt another gush between her legs.  It was another orgasm.  One much like last night’s... satisfying but not the explosion she felt thanks to Gunnar’s tongue.  Even still, to have an orgasm by watching a man take his pants off...

Her eyes watched as he became exposed.  The root of his sex appearing first under a thatch of black pubic hair.  His sex continued to appear, his shaft thick and full, and the longer it took, the more Emily realized just what she had gotten herself mixed up with.  When the tip of his phallus finally emerged from his pants, its engorged size and shape made Emily’s mouth water.

Gunnar stepped from his pants and walked, his erection stiff and barely bouncing.  He walked back to the bed and climbed up again, prepared now to pleasure himself using Emily’s body. 

In any way he preferred.

Emily looked at the handcuffs as her mind thought of a dozen things she wanted Gunnar to do to her with his cock.

Using one hand, Gunnar pressed his thick shaft against her soft, warm stomach.  Gently, he thrust himself between her body and his own hand. 

Emily moaned and pulled at the handcuffs, forgetting she was cuffed.  The reminder wasn’t so gentle as the edges of the steel dug into her wrists.  She cried out, stuck between pleasure and pain as Gunnar started to slide his erection along her body. 

“Feel it,” Gunnar said.