Her favourite earrings dangled from her lobes. They were about an inch and a half long, thin silver ovals hanging from the hooks that went through her...ears. Also hanging from the same hooks were very thin gold strips, inset at the lower end with a clear, multi-facetted stone. These strips swung and tinkled musically as the two bits of metal collided with every movement of her head."Fuck me." she said. "Fuck me now, here."Her face neared mine, the elegant thin arch of her brows sitting prettily. "What are you doing?", you ask not mad but surprised."I thought it would feel better if your shirt wasn't in the way.", I say still pulling your shirt off."Oh ok", you say still a little hesitant.You lie back down on the bed with only your skirt and bra.I start to rub your shoulders and neck. You can feel the tension leave them. You forget that you don't have your shirt on but when I start to take off your bra, you turn to to look up. I push you back down gently."Relax... don't worry.", I say. Being tied up like that all my squeezing is mental.I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome orgasm when I hear the first words since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… powerful in spite of the low volume, “You will not dare cum before I let you.” I want to hold back… I can’t. I am worried about the consequences… my arms are aching hung the way I am. Every inch of me is sore… and I want to stand on my feet. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I cannot stop. He needed to touch her, the warm creaminess of her skin and the satin heat within her… ‘No!’ The denial was loud and they both jerked apart as Ada’an moved his hand away from Sarah’s back which was now burning. He watched, his fists clenched and his body tight as Sarah shuddered, her body bowing forward as in defeat before her head lifted, her eyes back to a more mortal gleam of gold, her skin covered with a fine film of sweat. ‘What was that, Ada’an?’ His hands were not entirely steady as they.