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“Ah, the lady laughs now but soon she will
groan in ecstasy!”

He’d pulled her ankle to him, slipping off
her sandal and tying the scarf in the same manner. Lauren lifted her arms and
swayed the fabric before her, lifting a corner of one scarf and covering the
lower half of her face with it. “The lady, cloaked in mystery. How will the
sultan have his way with the lovely harem girl, and she still clothed?”

John pulled the knot tight on the fourth
and final scarf. Without a beat’s hesitation, he knelt up, his hands behind her
back, her dress unzipped a second later. “Such mysteries are easily solved,
harem girl.” His hands on her arms pulled her to standing as he stood as well.
Another second later and her dress lay in a pool at her feet. “Kiss me,” he urged
as he bent to take her in his arms.

“Gladly,” Lauren whispered, her arms coming
up around his neck as their lips touched. She felt him unclasp her bra and
shifted to give him access to her breasts. He obliged, one hand sliding forward
to cup her breast in warmth while the other steadied her as he lowered her to
the bed.

Chapter Eight

The scarves floated gracefully, wafting a
gentle perfume of jasmine as Lauren waved her hands above John’s back. The ends
trailed along his skin, tickling and making him smile. He liked seeing the
tease in her come out. Her eyes glimmered with mischief in the dim light and
John thought of her as a gemstone of many facets. He’d seen her professional
side on the field last week, been subject to her repartee as she fenced away
his questions, watched in concern as she flashed back to her wartime experience
and then held her hand as she let down her guard a little to confide in him.

Now, as she sat on his bed wearing nothing
but a thong, an unclasped bra and the scarves he’d tied around her ankles and
wrists, she showed another facet. That of the playful minx. She would not give
up her freedom easily. Instead she played with him, teasing him along with her
harem-girl antics. He grinned, glad she was a worthy adversary.

Lauren pulled one of the scarves along his
shoulder, and with difficulty, John ignored it, turning the tables on her by
running his finger over her breasts, just above the bra that still partially
covered them. She smiled seductively, letting her hand fall to drape the
see-through scarf over his hand, obscuring his vision of her breasts.

Undeterred, he took the center of her bra
in his fingers and pulled. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he brought it down her
belly, the straps sliding along her arms. When one became caught on her elbow,
she wiggled it free while John continued to remove the garment. It came free of
her hands and he took a moment to untangle it from the scarves. Lauren used
that moment to again drape the silk over her breasts.

Even though the room’s temperature
reflected the summer heat, John could see the twin bumps under the silk that
showed how much she enjoyed this play. His cock, already stirring, responded
more strongly to the sight and John eased himself forward, wanting a better
look and a more comfortable position.

Lauren pulled the silk from her breasts. He
couldn’t resist. Bending farther, his lips encircled her nipple in a tender
kiss. She tasted sweet, like nectar sucked from a flower and he wanted more.
Gently biting her nipple, he made sure all her attention centered on her
breasts while he took her hand and raised it over her head, ostensibly to get
better access. While she was thus occupied, he looped the silk over the bedpost
knob and tied it securely. Only then did he once again stand.

Her eyes, soft with seduction, watched as
he unzipped his jeans and slid them to the floor. He’d worn no socks with his
loafers, which he simply kicked off and left under the bed. Catching her gaze
with his, he sat beside her, trailing the backs of his fingers over the
beautiful mounds of her breasts. Only then did she move, or try to. When her
right arm didn’t come as she commanded, she frowned and tugged harder. He
chuckled.

“Didn’t think those scarves were only for
decoration, did you?”

“Then you really mean to… That is…”

Keeping his voice neutral, he answered, “I
really do.” This was the crucial moment. He would never tie a woman against her
will, but Lauren didn’t know him well enough to understand that yet. If he
pushed too hard, she might have another panic attack. If he wasn’t strong
enough, she wouldn’t feel safe. He stepped onto the tightrope.

“You can tell me you don’t want this,
Lauren. If you want to say, ‘thanks, it’s been fun, now untie me and let me
go,’ I’ll do exactly that. I will still want to make love to you because you
are a beautiful, sexy lady. You, however, have the right to refuse at any
moment.”

“So if I said to untie me right now, you’d
do it?”

“Yes.”

“But if I said to leave it and make love to
me?”

John leaned down. “I will promise you a
night like you’ve never experienced before.” He took her lips in a gentle kiss.

“That’s a pretty big boast.”

He nodded. “Yep. Want to call me on it?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “I do.
Leave the scarf alone and prove it, big man.”

For answer, John hooked his fingers in her
thong and eased it down and off. The sight of her mound, shaved bikini style,
distracted him a moment and he paused to kiss the spot just above her clit. Her
intake of breath made him smile and he slipped the panties off the rest of the
way. In a fluid motion, he dropped them on his discarded clothes with one hand
while, with the other, he pulled on the scarf tied to her right ankle. In
seconds, she was fastened top and bottom on one side.

He knelt beside the bed, lightly running
his fingers up along the inside of her leg. She squirmed a little and giggled.
“That tickles.”

“And does it tickle if I touch you…here?”
He petted the small patch on her mound.

“Mmm, no, that doesn’t tickle at all.”

“I’m willing to bet it makes you wet. Shall
I see?” Without waiting for her assent, he plunged a finger down along her
slit, the dampness evident immediately. She gasped and arched her back, her
eyes wide with spiked arousal.

“I’ve been wet for some time now,” she
managed, her words sounding strangled and breathless as he rubbed his finger
over her clit.

“Oh you have, have you?” He brought his
finger up to his mouth, making sure she was looking at him before he licked it
clean. “Ah, good clean living, I see. You taste of honey—wonderful.”

“That’s me, a honey bee.”

She still teased with him, yet her eyes had
a distinctly unfocused glaze. He smoothed the hair from her face, and, half
lying beside her, pulled her into his arms as he kissed her again, giving her a
taste of herself from his lips.

“More along the lines of an intoxicating
draught of beer, I was thinking,” he told her as his hand came up her belly to
cup a breast. Taking the nipple in his mouth, he licked it to hardness, feeling
his cock answer.

But Lauren was a woman to be savored and he
flicked his tongue over her nipple to judge the sounds she made. The contented
sighs that she’d given him earlier now gave way to a low groan deep in the back
of her throat. He was pretty sure he could make her squeal too.

With a final, big lick, he stood up. She
didn’t disappoint him. The sudden loss of his touch made her voice go up
several octaves in protest. “Sorry,” he told her, completely unrepentant. “I’m
not done tying you down yet.”

The room tended to get stuffy in the
summer, so John took a moment to raise the window on the opposite side of the
room. Immediately a soft breeze came in, tossing the edges of the light
curtains. For privacy’s sake, he closed the louvers, allowing the fresh air to
enter, but not allowing the neighbors into his bedroom. A bit more distance
than the width of a driveway, but not a whole lot more, separated the houses in
this neighborhood.

The whine of a window air conditioner from
the house next door wafted in on the breeze and John shook his head. Nothing
but a waste of electricity. Maybe it was all the hot nights in the desert that
made him appreciate the feel of a cool breeze over his naked body as he slept,
maybe it was his innate sense of responsibility to the environment, but he had
never had the urge to encase himself in machine-made coolness while he slept.

He turned back to Lauren where she lay on
top of his bed, her naked body responding to the breeze, and decided those
coverings under her needed to go. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he pulled
the comforter and sheet from beneath her. While pulling them down first might
have been easier, he wouldn’t have gotten to see the wonderful undulations she
made as she raised first her back, then her hips and finally her legs.

The moment John had set eyes on this
particular bed in the furniture store, he had decided the wooden construction
had been designed with bondage in mind. The smooth curl of the wood along the
top of the head- and foot boards gave way to a series of posts about one inch
by one inch in dimension, making the bed look like a jail cell on either end.
He’d tied Lauren’s right side to the wider posts on the edge because that gave
him a side he could stand close to without too much mattress getting in the
way.

But the scarves wouldn’t reach all the way
to the other side of the double bed. That didn’t matter. Taking her free ankle
firmly in his hand, he pulled the scarf through a bar not quite halfway over.
That spread her legs quite nicely and gave him a good view of her pussy, but
still left room for him to lie down beside her if he were so inclined. Standing
back, he admired the curves of her body as she blushed under his gaze.

“You are a beautiful woman, do you know
that?”

“Thank you for saying that, but I’m not
more than fair.” She brushed a stray hair from her forehead with her still-free
hand. John noted she managed to artfully drape the trailing scarf over her
breasts in the process. Shaking his head, he spoke as if thinking aloud.

“I never understood why beautiful women
can’t see their own beauty.” He bent and gathered the scarf in his hand, taking
time to caress her breast with the backs of his fingers. Still keeping his tone
deliberately conversational, he pulled her wrist up and tied it to the
corresponding post in the headboard so her leg and arm were symmetrical.
“Beautiful women have something the majority of women do not.”

“And what is that?”

He could hear a trace of nervousness in her
voice and didn’t blame her. What they were doing took a lot of trust on her
part. One of the reasons he’d taken his time tying her had been to build that
trust. Lying down beside her on the bed, he put his arm around her waist,
propping himself up with his head on his hand, letting her get used to his
dominance.

“I think beautiful women, no matter what
their current situation, have a spirit of adventure. They shine from within
with a need to experience life and all it has to offer. Like you, they have an
elegant charm.” He brushed a kiss on her temple.

His words seduced her and Lauren wanted to
believe him. Would he say such things to her when he’d already gotten what he
wanted? She’d agreed to let him tie her up and now he worked to fulfill his
promise to make love to her all night long.

Heat radiated from his body, stretched
beside her, his arm lying across her as a shield against the night. She
listened to his words and let herself be carried away by them, even if she
didn’t fully believe them. For tonight, his words banished rational thought and
wove an existence where everything was perfect. With a contented sigh, she
smiled, enjoying the dream.

“The lack of movement can be a powerful
aphrodisiac,” he murmured and Lauren nodded agreement. She tried to tug her
arms down—the inability to do so sent a shiver straight to her pussy. John
moved his hand up along her belly to her breasts again, cupping the one
farthest from him and bouncing it slightly in his palm. When he bent and drew
the nearer nipple into his mouth she shuddered as he played her body, mind and
emotions. When he bit the nipple, an involuntary cry forced itself from her
throat.

He didn’t let go. If anything, he increased
the pressure and Lauren gasped, her body instinctively moving away. The ties,
however, prevented her from going very far and a spasm of pleasure coursed
through her pussy. She moaned as she approached the brink of orgasm.

Except John chose that precise moment to
let go. He popped his head up, grinning. “You like that?”

“Didn’t think I would,” she answered,
trying to focus on his grin. “But yeah, I did…do.”

“Then maybe you’ll like this as well.” The
hand that cupped her breast suddenly squeezed, compressing her breast in his
powerful hand. She arched her back as another spasm coursed through her.

John chuckled. “Told you being tied and
helpless was arousing.”

“Don’t stop now. This is wonderful.”

He put his lips near hers. “I don’t intend
to stop until you’ve come so many times you’ve lost count.”

Their lips touched and Lauren felt his full
power unleashed. He ravaged her mouth, bruising her lips. She opened to him,
wanting to take that force into herself, wanting to be fed by it, consumed by
it, remade by it. His hand slid along her side and under to possess her ass and
she would’ve brought her knees up to invite a deeper touch but they were held
fast. The heat in her pussy threatened to explode. Her pussy was open, ready to
take him. She wanted him, she wanted the orgasm and she moaned her need into
his mouth.