Good Girl

“Don’t move them.” His voice is seductive as his hand releases hers and grasps her neck. His mouth presses against her lips, his tongue pushing through, stroking along her tongue.

Anais’s hands move, wrapping around his neck. His hands move, grasping hers and pulling them above her head again.

“Keep them there.” His mouth begins to move down to her neck, slowly taunting her. Anais’s moans get louder as her hands move, grasping him. Damon moves, sitting up slightly.

“I need something for your hands.” His eyes stay fixed on hers.

“What does that mean?” Anais looks at him, his head lowering as he kisses her, pulling her hands above her head.

“I mean, to keep those hands obeying me.” He looks at her waiting, she has something, but it will raise questions. She points towards the bedside table, his head tilted in question.

Moving his hand pulls the drawer open, his eyes