“Right, now raise your hands above your head,” he commanded.
Her arms felt heavy and disconnected and when she lifted them into the air she was almost afraid that she would not be able to support their weight. Lowering her head she focussed on her knees, as she tried to navigate a way through her conflicting emotions. The fingertips of her right hand lightly brushed against the backs of the fingers on her left, the touch felt alien and cold and she was frightened that her body no longer belonged to her.
Reaching over her, Dorian grabbed both her wrists in his left hand and taking the cuffs in his right he clamped them around each of her wrists above her head. The metal, cold and hard against her skin, felt permanent and unyielding in comparison to the scarves she had experienced before. The chain was not pulled taut and allowed her some movement, she pulled down on it and found that there was a slight give, but not much. Carla’s arms were staying well above her head. Now Dorian could get to all of her body and from any direction he chose and there was nothing she could do to stop him, even if she wanted to.
The mattress shifted behind her as he climbed down from the bed. She raised her head eager to know what would happen next. Pacing around the room, Dorian’s eyes never left her body as he was drinking her in, every inch of her. Under his scrutiny she felt her pussy twitch and her nipples harden as her arousal surfaced. Dorian stopped at the side of the bed, looking at her full frontal and blocking Pete’s view. He was smiling, obviously pleased with what he was seeing.
“How anyone can resist a treat like you, I will never know,” he said, running his tongue along his top lip.
Carla felt a warm, almost childish pride. Dorian liked her and he treasured her. ‘Perhaps he wanted to keep her forever?’
Over his shoulder Carla caught a glimpse of Pete; who appeared to have moved to gain access a better view. Her skin bristled with excitement knowing that Pete wanted her too. The realisation that she was so sexually desired, was intoxicating, it washed every other thought from her head and emotion from her body. Right now, there was only this singular desire and nothing else mattered.
Dorian smiled provocatively then he glanced over at his desk and started to walk towards it. He opened the top drawer and collected some items from within; she did not know what, her line of vision was obscured by the back of his body. Fishing through the drawers Dorian set various objects onto the wooden desk before him. His shoulders shuddered as he laughed to himself, before he picked up the objects, spun around and strolled back towards her with his hands behind his back.
A bolt of excitement ricocheted through her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and back again. Her heart raced and her breathing quickened in anticipation of the deliciously dark acts that he was going to subject her to.
Carla closed her eyes tight and held her breath. She knew that Pete was still there and even now in the darkness behind her lids she could feel his gaze. The bed dipped as Dorian joined her and she could smell him as he shuffled towards her, salt, soap and sex, unmistakeably him.
He was behind her now, his body moving against hers as he steadied himself on the soft mattress. She heard something fall to the bed behind him, and guessed it was the items that he had retrieved from the desk. Dorian reached up, she could feel him stretched against her, the firmness of his muscles detectable underneath his clothes. Something cool and delicate touched the skin on the inside of her right arm. She opened her eyes and looked up. It was a scarf but this one was purple.
“Take it,” Dorian whispered in her right ear.
She uncurled the fingers of her right hand, and he placed the silk into it. “Now grip it,” he ordered. She did.
“Good girl. Shut your eyes,” he said. Carla lowered her lids. Sighing, Dorian lowered his arms; his right brushed her temple and he paused and stroked her tenderly. She parted her lips and tilted her head back, his touch was so deliciously sweet and she was desperate to taste it. Sensing her need, he dragged his fingers lightly down her cheek and ran them across her mouth. She tipped his fingers with her tongue as he traced her bottom lip with his thumb. Stretching back Dorian collected one of the mysterious objects that he had dropped and their bodies parted. In an instant he was back with her, pressed firmly against her nakedness, something that he held in his left hand banged against her chin it was hard and a strong smell filled her nostrils - leather. Carla had no idea what it was.
Placing the fingers of his right hand between her teeth he spread them apart forcing her jaws open. With left hand he pressed something into her mouth. Her tongue frantically probed the item to identify it and she discovered that it was round and smooth. She tried to bite it, but it was solid. Dorian held the object in her mouth with one hand, whilst at the back of her head he fiddled with something, thick straps dug into her cheeks and as he fastened the buckle, the ball was pulled further back into her mouth. Carla now understood what Dorian had collected from the desk.