Chapter 100 - Tying It Right (1/2)

This was the moment that Prisana has been waiting for. She had been practicing per his absence until her fingers grew ridden with fatigue. Finally, as she watched Dane walk out of the bedroom with a striped tie dangling at his shoulders, she quietly lurched down after him. Cleo was nowhere to be seen which was to be expected.

”...Where the bloody hell is my secretary?” Dane asked to no one but himself, looking around the spotless living area, then dining area until he spotted Prisana at the foot of the stairs. ”Prisana, you're awake.”

He walked over and quickly pecked her on the lips, sighing as their blissful union had to part so soon.

She deviously grinned. ”I asked Cleo to finish his duties early today and wait for you in the car.”

”You...what? Why? Hmm, no matter, I'll just make own tie then...” his words trailed off as Prisana eagerly grasped both ends of the tie into her hands.

”Prisana...”

”Shh, just stand there and allow me to concentrate, hmm?”

Dane obeyed and stood there still and unmoving, allowing her to work on the tie. His expression was that of concentration on her every move when she overlapped one end over the other, with the thick end over the thin end. Then she easily brought the tie over and down into a perfect knot. Her eyes were shining with the most triumph look that it elicted a hearty laugh from her beastly husband.

She patted his chest and looked up to smile at him. And then she leaned in to peck him on the lips, ”How do you like your tie...mmh!”

The light pecks they were both giving to one another melded to passionate ones as Dane twirled his fingers into her hair with both hands. He invaded his tongue inside of her. She shamelessly tugged at his suit jacket to pull him closer as she matched his feverish longing. They were both melting to each other, giving and tugging every passionate carress.

He pulled back breathlessly but she could see the happiness clouded in his eyes, ”It doesn't feel right.”

To her surprise, he loosened his tie and fully undid it so that it lay flat on his palms. She arched her eyebrow at his sudden action of ruining all of her hard work but was silenced as he used the tie to make her his captive. In the blink of an eye, her wrists were well bound into a knot as he carried her over to one of the dining chairs.

Only when he settled her right where he wanted her, did he grin and say, ”Now it feels right.”

”D-Dane!” she nearly squealed as he began showering her neck with kisses, until she soon started laughing and trying to twist out of the knot he had her captive in. ”Untie me, at least so I can hold you too...”

He wickedly put her bound hands over his neck and laughed in return, ”You're holding me just fine, dearest.”

Dane urged his knee between her thighs to close in on her sitting position, while he tenderly sucked at her neck. He nibbled against the skin for minutes on end, despite her feeble protests for him to undo the tie. She groaned as he longingly sucked her neck until she felt bruised to his every caress. By now her chest was falling and rising, panting in anticipation for what wicked, sweet torture he had in store.

Her whole body was shivering, for his lips were on every bare inch of her he could find. And his hands, had begun exploring through the thin camisole he had on. This time, he didn't bother to take her clothing off and instead lightly groped over her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so it gave him full access to massage her breasts over the fabric.

He lightly ran his fingers over her nipples but made sure to only massage and feel her fullness with his hands. She was aleady arching her back to his teasing. Prisana unconsciously spread her legs for him while his knee kept protruding between her to induce that wet honey which was already pooling.

The wicked beast licked down along her neck and her collorbone. She shuddered because his mouth found her nipples over the camisole. She bit her lip hard, the moment he licked her on one breast and expertly flicked the other with his fingers. He was driving her mad. He was carnivorously tugging upward her camisole with his teeth.

Just, so that both nipples could be devoured into his mouth. It was as if he couldn't choose one and had to torture both all at the same time.