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Sweet torture

Chapter 2

Abby's Pov

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It was thrilling and stimulating and downright erotic.

I wasn't sure if he would go along with it but I sure hoped.

He probably knew I was already there when he had locked the door behind himself, heading straight for the shower.

He probably even knew that I was up to something.

Maybe I shouldn't have winked at him, smiling my best innocent smile when I passed his desk to leave the navy yard.

I had felt his gaze till the doors of the small cabin had closed behind my back.

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Standing naked outside the bathroom, knowing my man was standing equally naked in the shower booth, cleaning his sexy body made me almost forget the plan I had worked on the past four days.

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I stuck to the plan.

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When I heard him switch off the shower I waited till I heard him get out of the cubicle.

I checked his reflection in the mirror through the doorway and waited till his back was pointing toward the door.

I pushed said open snuck in and placed my hand across his mouth while I got a hold of his arm, to twist the limb behind his back.

The way he taught me in one of the many self-defense lessons he had given me the past years.

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Content he would play along, I pushed him towards the bed.

In a matter of minutes I had a scarf over his eyes and his hands cuffed to the bed.

I knew he could have stopped me within seconds but obviously he liked what I did.

In fact when he lay on his back on the bed it was quite obvious for me to see that he like what I had done so far.

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I opened the drawers and put out the stuff I brought along. After placing everything as quietly as possible onto the nightstand I let my gaze move up and down his delicious body.

An evil grin was visible on my face as I walked to the window and opened the translucent surface.

Now it was time for him to wait.

With his and mine cell I left the room.

Downstairs I switched them on vibrate, silently praying that no case would come between my plan.

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Not even trying to be quiet I entered the room. The cells found their place on the nightstand as well, along with the bowl of ice-cubes I had brought with me from downstairs.

Anticipation rushed through my veins as I took one ice-cube in my hand and a feather in the other one.

I turned the feather upside down, using the feather keel to scratch from his breastbone down to his navel, the ice right beside it.

I watched his abdominal muscles tense the further I moved downward.

I couldn't suppress the grin on my face.

Traveling further down passing the naval till I heard what I had waited for; A groan.

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I had to laugh about the fact that it actually had worked I wasn't even able to suppress the comment that left my lips.

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Since I didn't want to end it just yet, I stopped the sweet torture with the feather. The ice was long gone.

I turned the feather around and moved the soft side slightly over his skin, watching his face.

It was just cute to see him mulling over what was in my hand.

Clearly visible on his features was a what-the-fuck-is-this expression. I couldn't help but laugh again.

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His voice surprised me.

The way he sounded, the way he offered me to show other forms of expressions, sent shock waves through my body right to the point between my legs, since I had a fair idea of the forms he referred to.

I knew how my next laughter would sound like, a laughter that could easily count as a moan. It was a sound I made when pure need drove me. Only he had been able to make me sound like it.

He knew I wanted him, I could read it in his reaction, and the shiver that ran through is body.

I switched the feather around again, scratching the skin from his navel downwards.

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I couldn't help it; I had to get body contact. I moved to the bed without stopping my hand with the feather.

Straddling his thighs was almost too much for me to bear. I dropped the feather and let my fingertips trace the lines on his torso, from his shoulders to his naval.

I wanted to see the desire in his eyes. I wanted to look in those mesmerizing eyes that let me forget the world around me. I wanted to see his love.

One of my hands remained on his stomach while the other dislodged the scarf from his eyes.

I wasn't disappointed.

He didn't seem to be disappointed either, so it seemed, since it looked like his little friend grew harder, if that was possible.

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Damn, it was such a turn on, being watched while watching his member.

When I looked up again I could see he was hoping to lose the cuffs, but that was something I didn't intent to do just yet.

And so I told him exactly that.

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I grabbed another ice-cube.

What he thought was clearly written over his face.

But rather than to torture him with the ice, I wanted to torture him with what he got to see.

I closed my eyes and licked and sucked at the cube before I let it cool my heated skin.

My neck, around my nipple further south to my naval.

It didn't cool me down at all.

By the time I reached my naval the ice was gone, but I couldn't help myself I let my finger wander further down to my pulsating core.

I felt him getting restless beneath me but not before I heard my name I was able to open my eyes.

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One touch would probably be enough to make him come and that was definitively not the plan.

I grabbed an ice-cube and moved it up and down his length without stopping to touch myself.

Once I saw he wasn't that 'tense' anymore I switched my position, straddling just one of his thighs where I began to rock back and forth.

I felt my juice leave my body, making it easier for me to move over his skin.

I heard him moan the same time as I couldn't suppress mine any longer.

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His moan sounded not half as happy as mine.

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Further thoughts vanished as my orgasm hit me.

When the spasm of my inner walls eased, I collapsed half on top of his body.

For a few moments I didn't move, eventually I made myself comfortable next to him, letting my finger tenderly move over his damp skin.

Finally I gave into the temptation and kissed him, before my hand moved to the cuffs.

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Within a minute he was free of his restrains, pinning me onto the mattress.

I always loved it when he did that.

His lips sought mine and I was more than willing to offer them and not just them.

I felt the tip of his member at my entrance, the fraction of a second later I moaned surprised into his mouth.

I actually thought he would take a little more time, but I wasn't complaining.

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We both were fully aware that it wouldn't take much longer since I could feel my orgasm built up again already. Judging by his movements he wasn't far off either.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air.

He let his hand slid over my neck, down towards my breasts, never stopping the thrusting into my willing body.

His fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling one while the other was tortured with his tongue, licking and twirling around the peak till he eventually decided to suck the hard, sensitive peak into his mouth.

I didn't expect that this would throw me over the edge.

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It did. At least I took him with me.

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Panting for air we came slowly back to our senses.

I couldn't help myself.

"That was fun."

His smile was huge.

"Yes it was, I love you Abs."

"I love you too, Jethro."

We both were asleep within a minute, snuggled against each other as tight as possible.

Fin.

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