Damn her! It’s all her fault I couldn’t fuck those two sluts. I just couldn’t stand the annoying way they were touching me.
Well, she will pay for me missing out on fucking two women at the same time. Again!
“Take you clothes off and on the bed.” I sneered with quiet intent.
“What?” Emma looked sacred. Well, she should be.
“You heard me.”
“And I told you not to touch me.”
“You don’t tell me what to do. Now get on the bed. Don’t make me repeat myself. You know how much I hate that.” I threatened.
Emma slowly peeled each piece of clothing off her sexy body and reluctantly climbed onto the bed.
“Lay on your back.” I adjusted her arms and legs to my liking and tied her to the posts of the four poster bed with the velvet ropes supplied by the hotel.
Then I placed a black leather eye mask over her beautiful eyes. I turned the TV on to a music channel with classical music. I wasn’t sure if I could go through with my plan. My dick was ready to explode just eyeing her creamy voluptuous body spreadeagled on the bed. Her round, perky tits were rising and falling from her rapid breathing, and her dripping pussy sparkled in the candlelight. I wanted to fuck her so bad but she told me not to touch her, so I won’t.
I took out a bag out the drawer. This hotel was owned by one of my best friends from my hooligan days, Luka. He was the baddest badass back in the day but he cleaned up and had gone legit. Now he owned several popular clubs and small boutique hotels in Croatia. All I did was make a phone call and told him what I needed. He knew exactly what I wanted he knew me so well. He was like a brother to me, we had some great times together in our younger days. We even shared a few sluts.
From Thousand-Year-Old Dream: Out of Ashes