Summer led him gently up to the head of the bed. “Come here.” She looped the tie to the bar under the pillows, forcing his arms over his head. “I’m going to make you watch. Just watch.”She picked up the other tie from where it had fallen on the floor, contemplating his feet. No, she decided, and proceeded to ignore him utterly. Running the tie through her fingers, slowly, she drew the length of it down her throat, then looped it under her hair. Eyes closed, she twined the length of the tie through her hair until the whole of it was tangled in the silk.
A few strands of copper hair trailed free, brushing against her skin. Abandoning the tie, she began to stroke herself, fingertips skimming over the hollow at her throat, slipping over the curves of her breasts. She shivered a little at the lightness of the touch, fine hairs rising in its wake.
Tony followed, somewhat awkward with his hands now bound as they were, but he certainly wasn’t going to start complaining.
And watch he did, eyes following each movement of her hands. He swallowed, and unconsciously tugged at the tie keeping him bound to the headboard. He couldn’t help it. She was right there and—jesus just look at her—he wanted to touch.
He watched the loose strands of hair for a moment—he used to play with her hair all the time, why hadn’t he lately? he should fix that—before he looked back to her hands. His fingers curled around the knotted fabric, and his legs spread slightly further apart, as he shifted to get more comfortable.
“Still, Tony,” Summer commanded. She could hear him, the mattress creaking softly under his movements. She slid her hands down her sides, head tipped back to expose her throat, and paused briefly at her hips, fingers spanning the curve there, before hooking into the top of her underwear and pulling down.
She didn’t pull them off yet, though, just dragging an inch or so to expose the freckle below her navel. Then she traced down along her inner thighs with one hand, the other curving up under a breast. Her nipples were already drawn up into tight peaks.
Her breathing was starting to rasp in her throat, and she rolled her head slowly to one side, eyelids fluttering open. “What do you see, Tony?” she murmured, before plunging a finger underneath the satin.