Story of Nikki Lindsey

CHAPTER 30: OUR GAME (TWO)

Immersed in how passionate it was this time, my body shuddered when I felt his hand on top of my chest. 

I don't have a brassier underneath, but this thin fabric of a nightie. As I felt his burning palms, I sighed as he massaged them. 

I moaned and bit my lower lip. He would massage them but later taunting them bare. A heat crawls from my feet up to my belly for what he did. He left my mouth but brushed his lips down to my neck toward one of my proud chests. Biting while taunting the other, I pulled my right arm toward my mouth and buried my teeth as I whimpered.

Him pleasuring using my body, this must be the part of what they called foreplay.

I hurled long breaths when his hand wandered down my legs, stroking my right thigh while his left hand rested in one of my chests; I could feel his burning palm caressing my bare belly. Did he pull up my nightie? It looked like as I could feel the AC kissing my skin.

But these chills are replaced by the heat he's working hard to arouse my body. He let go of my chest, but he took off my nightdress, pulled up toward my head.

The inner me screams after I realize what he was doing. He used the lingerie to tie both my arms. I press my eyelids tighter this time.

He's doing it.

Something I was anxious about in the beginning.

My heart is thumping loudly once again, and he senses that my body feels tension after he tied my hands. 

He placed two of his fingers on top of my mouth, and I heard him breathe, "Shush…."

After he scares my poor heart, he will try to calm it down. I quiver upon feeling the cool air in my almost nakedness, but that tiny black lace underwear remains to cover a particular part of my body.

Claiming my mouth again, his burning palm caressing my frigid body, and he covers him to mine. I felt his weight, and it had me breathless as I could also feel his hardness between my thighs. I sighed heavily between our kisses every time he pressed his torso in my lower abdomen.

I need something to hold on to, but there is nothing I can reach out, but seek the sheets where we are lying down on this bed. I jerk my body when both of his hands squeeze my breasts, and I huff every time he bit and taunt at the same one after the other.

Having this intolerable feeling, they called a pleasurable moment, and I can't take it anymore. Holding my cry, I let out a loud sigh when his hand crawls underneath that tiny undergarment I am still wearing up to now.

I don't know if I am focusing on controlling my voice, or I am focusing on suppressing my body to shake from every touch he made that left a fiery sensation to my senses.

One thing I can't protest is him doing it gently, which causes me to lose it. Later, I realized where his hand was touching, I wanted to get free to grab his hand, but my body began denying me.

Should I get embarrassed or allow him to celebrate accomplishing making it soak and warm?

Still, I am new to this sensation I am feeling.

I lifted my right knee to shake off his hand and attempted to lie on my side, but he grabbed my leg and pinned them to spread in front of him. I tilted my head to the side and chased some air.

He held both of my ankles and lifted them. Slowly, he removes this tiny lingerie covering my secret bliss. I shiver, then feel my ankle resting on his legs. I continue breathing heavily, gritting my teeth as he massages my thighs. I expect where it will land next, so I hold onto the sheets. I grip tight on it when his finger begins taunting the part of my femininity.

"No!" I huffed when he began kissing each one of my thighs and left a few bite marks.

But what made me jerk hard was him placing one finger to my dampness, and his mouth was too close to it. He brushed his lips and planted tiny kisses around them.

I want to kick him, which makes my limbs shake badly. 

I was waiting for what he will do next, but it looked like he had stopped.

If he stares at my nakedness, I want to shrink. Even though I knew it was dark in this room, he wouldn't have any clear view of my bare body; still, it embarrassed me.

I don't know what he was thinking right now. I wonder if he gets mad because I protest to him to do that?

A fascination began erupting inside me, but I couldn't help to feel cautious involving my body, especially in this situation.

She is tied and blindfolded.

He withdrew his finger, but he didn't move anymore.

Could he see my nakedness? Because my legs stay spreading apart. If there were lighting, he would have a clear view of my innocence.

I buried my face in the bed. I realized I wetted my blindfold from a few drops of tears.

"I— "

I want to speak up, but I already crossed the line of our arrangement. Before Mama has to go home, she has to transfuse another bag of blood. That was one week from now on and the reason I was here. 

In between contemplating, I heard him heave a long sigh, and I felt the bed shake when he moved. I gasped when I felt his hand was on my arms. 

I was surprised when he rested his head on my shoulder while he untied the lingerie he bound on me.

He freed my hand.