Chapter 91

Rikash s side of the Bond glowed in shades of pink and gold as Amelia traced his scars with her tongue, working her way slowly down his body, letting the tips of her breasts brush against his straining erection as she leaned over it, following a coil of scar to it s end on the bone of hip. She knelt between his splayed legs and cupped his balls as she found a new path to follow. His groan was full of darkness, and she felt the slip of sticky wetness against her skin as his c-ck wept his need. She stroked and teased, watching as the Bond darkened to red, purple, and black, and his hips lifted, grinding the tip of his c-ck against her skin. She trailed her fingers around the sensitive band of his gland and watched the muscles of his arms stand out against his skin as he pulled against the ties that held his wrists to the bedhead. They both knew that he could get free if he wanted to, his strength would shred the fabric she had used to tie him, but the sensation was part of the