54, Yes, Sir

Emma relaxed into the bed while listening for Bane’s soft footsteps. A gentle touch from his lips landed on her upper arm. He graced his fingers over her stomach. Each caress and touch raised the fever in Emma’s body. She wanted to squirm, to maneuver her body with the little give the restraints gave her, so that she could get release. But Bane had told her to be still, so she bit down on her bottom lip and pleaded for her body to remain motionless.

“Don’t bite your lip, Angel. You will hurt yourself,” Bane told her, tugging her lip free with his thumb. Emma wanted to scream at him, beg him to give her what she needed. Instead, she let out a soft whimper. “Do you feel needy?” he asked, cupping her pussy with his hand, not moving it or making any move that could have given her what she needed.

“Yes, Sir,” she said and nodded as best she could.

“But I told you I would worship your body,” he reminded her as he ran both of his hands up one of her legs and followed up with kisses.

“Bane