Stripped by Karolyn James

chest pushed forward, her bra slipping down.  Emily looked down at the rosy rim of her nipples then looked up to Gunnar.
    “Do it,” Gunnar said. “Show me. Show me you want to...”
    Emily placed her hands to her breasts.  She used her fingers, pushing her bra down but continued to hold her breasts.  It was a devious move, one that made Gunnar raise one side of his lip in a snarl.  A wave of confidence soared through Emily.  Gunnar wanted her.  As much as she wanted him.
    Gunnar moved forward again, placing his lips to her ear.  He opened his mouth and exhaled.  “You better move your fucking hands, Emily.  You don’t want me to be angry, do you?”
    “Do I?” Emily teased.
    “You’re going to be the one handcuffed in a few minutes.  Think about it.”
    Emily smiled, only for a second, as her mouth fell open.  She closed her eyes and moved her hands away. 
    “Emily,” Gunnar whispered.
    His hands took over, at the top of Emily’s chest and moved down, fingers spread, purposely running alongside her nipples but not touching them.  It caused Emily to groan Gunnar’s name.
    “Louder,” he said.
    His fingers came back up, his thumbs stopping directly under Emily’s nipples.  She ached for him to move his thumbs - just move them - so she could feel that erotic pulse surge through her body even more.
    “Gunnar,” Emily cried out.  “Gunnar... please...”
    “Say it,” Gunnar said.  “What are you thinking.”
    “Touch me.”
    “I am.”
    “Touch my nipples.”
    Emily’s cheeks burned red as more of her innocence cracked away.  She had never talked to a man like that before. 
    “Good girl,” Gunnar whispered.
    His thumbs came up and over her nipple.  Emily cried out even louder.  The gush between her legs felt orgasmic, her core burning and throbbing.  If it were last night, she would have come.  But tonight, she was already different. 
    Gunnar’s thumbs came back down over her nipple and then were gone from her breasts, touching her stomach, right down to her pants.  He started to open her pants and as Emily tried to look down, Gunnar’s mouth made its move to her chest.  His lips touched her nipples one at a time.  The softness of his lips to Emily’s chest made Emily feel like she was going to burst.  She started to pull at her own pants, working them down.  She needed to be naked.  She needed to be touched. 
    Right now.
    “Please,” Emily whispered with a whimpering cry at the end of it.  “Please... do it all to me.”
    “You can’t control yourself,” Gunnar said.  “There’s too much happening inside you, isn’t there?”
    “Yes.”
    Gunnar’s right hand came around from Emily’s hip to her slit.  His palm rested against her mound while his fingertips were able to explore her soft, wet folds.  His fingers curled with a gentle touch, working with purpose, touching Emily’s clitoris. 
    She cried out again.
    “This is why I have it set up like this,” Gunnar said.  “So you can’t stop me.  You can’t think about it.  All you have to do is feel me.”
    Emily turned her head and saw the handcuffs dangling from the bedpost.  Three other sets waited too.
    Fuck.
    “It’s time,” Gunnar said. 
    He reached for the handcuffs. 
    Emily had never been handcuffed.  The closest she could say she felt bound was when her watch caught on her sweater.  She couldn’t pull her hand away without ruining the sweater.  It was such a pathetic memory to bring up, but Emily needed it to prove her innocence to herself and Gunnar. 
    She moved to her back and put her arms out, assuming that’s what Gunnar wanted.  He took Emily’s right wrist and bent down to kiss it.
    “Still tender,” he said.
    “I don’t mind,” Emily said.
    “Trust me.  You will.”
    Gunnar placed Emily’s wrist into the handcuff and closed it.  He walked around the head of the bed to the other side and repeated the same move, kissing Emily’s wrist and cuffing her.
    Emily