.. OK, never mind.I know, I'm sounding insecure. I'm not. I don't think.So, there I was, my hands and feet bound, nude. No idea what happened to my cl...othes. It wasn't cold. Like I said before, the temperature was constant and it was warm enough so maybe no one needed clothes.What I was feeling was pissed. In front of me, standing over my face, was Harry. Stark fucking naked. Oops, sorry. But he was, naked, I mean. I don't mean I was pissed about being tied down. Wasn't the first time for me,. My breath came in sharp little gasps of delight when I felt you near. Already my nipples were darkened berries cresting my chest, the fine nest of curls between my thighs dampened. I cultivated it as expressly ordered by you when we started.We had been at this game for some months now, having reached a point when you saw in me the need and necessity of taking control. Some nights you had me strut beside you on our way to a restaurant in a skirt too short for my voluptuous thighs, exposing the. "What is the MATTER with you?" I barked, grasping her by the shoulders and holding her at arm's length.She blushed furiously and looked down, embarrassed. "You know, sir."I let my mouth form a grim line. "Show me."She was wearing one of her over-sized sweatshirts, which was stained and wet. (She had dropped a pair of rubber gloves on the hardwood floor just before she hugged me, and I assumed she had been cleaning bathrooms.) Without further prompting, she grasped the lower part of the garment. “Oh, baby, you’re making it harder and harder for me to hold on. Your tongue is so delicious on my clit. You’re treating me like a queen and I absolutely love every second, Shawn. Make me cum for you. Please make me cum so you can taste me at the height of my pleasure. Please, baby. I want you to taste the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted in your life. Drink from me. Let me give my pleasure to you.”Her silky words found their mark, Shawn lapped faster and faster against Yael’s sex. Her hips.