Dark Nites - Sex Stories

Dark Nites

... again but her wrist was caught in an iron grip. Instinctively, she tried to pull his hand off. A bad move. Effortlessly he caught her other hand, then pulled them high over her head, forcing her down with his body. Gasping, Daphne strained her muscles, desperately trying to raise her arms as he leant over her to pick something off his bedside table. She only glanced up in horror as something soft wrapped around her wrists and tightened. Jason swiftly finished tying the ends of his silk tie to the brass bedstead before drawing back, panting, to finger his bruised jaw. It was only then that real, dark rage washed over her. Jason saw it swirl into her eyes, the power of it exciting to behold. She was now a truly dangerous woman. "You will pay for this", she promised softly, dangerously. "If it takes forever, you will pay for this." Jason's eyes swept slowly over her body, sending bl**d rushing to the surface of her skin. "Right at this moment, my dear", he answered derisively, " I don't give a damn." He backed away and started to finish undressing. Cheeks flaming, Daphne closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her face impassive. She had never felt so defenseless as she lay there tied to the bed, clad only in her underwear. But the one thing that had her cringing was that she was already moist and ready for him. The fact that she had been so physically aroused by their tussle humiliated her almost unbearably. Jason was already regretting putting her through such humiliation, ...

... but no matter how much he loved and understood her stubborn pride, Jason knew that he would have to teach her a lesson now or she would forever be treating him as a punching bag. And whether he liked it or not, he was already too aroused to stop. She felt it when he slid into bed beside her, warm and vibrant. She stiffened, prepared for the assault. Then unexpectedly, she felt his hand slide slowly but surely down her side. She cursed herself furiously. With that simple gesture, he had successfully set her entire nervous system tingling unmercifully. Jason moved in closer and smiled. He loved strapless bras. They seemed to epitomise feminity to him because they were held up by nothing but a woman's natural curves. He rubbed his cheek lightly against the fabric. Black lace. Very fine and very soft. Sensuously, he lifted a finger and gently outlined the edge of the lace, traveling up the gentle slope and then down into the perfumed valley between her breasts. Slowly, he curled his finger under the flimsy lace. Then he ripped it off. Her eyes flew open in shock as his mouth slashed down on hers. Ruthlessly he plundered her mouth, trying to provoke her into a response. she began to fight him; kiss for kiss, bite for bite. Swiftly, he dragged his mouth from hers, trailing a line of hot kisses down to her throat. Suddenly, he sensed the power flow back into her so he was ready when her taut body shifted beneath him, then arc in a vain attempt to throw him off. Jason put his weight ...