She snapped out of the daze that she momentarily found herself in and began struggling against him. "Let go of me you pervert!"
He let go of her and she backed away slowly. "I felt you responding Steph, do you respond to HIM that way? Why, if I was a betting man, I'd bet that you're soaking wet with desire right now." He smirked and Stephanie felt herself blushing.
"Jericho, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but its not working. I hate you!" He shook his head at her and smirked. She stormed back toward the back of the small cabin and searched for an escape.
"Do I have to tie you up again darling?" Chris said in a teasing manner as he followed her. "I bet you liked it, didn't you? Being tied up and at my mercy." His voice was starting to get husky with desire.
"Jericho, you're crazy, I despise you, you..you make me SICK!" She looked where she was and gulped, she had somehow managed to find her way to the bedroom. Jericho was standing in the doorway, licking his lips at her devilishly.
"Stephy, you musta read my mind sweetheart." He inched closer to her, watching her look for an escape. She tried to run, but he caught her again, this time pushing her back onto the bed.
"Oh, I think this is going to be fun." He pulled out two scarves from his back pocket and held them up for her to see. Her face lost its color and she froze, allowing him to crawl over her to the headboard. "Now, Stephy, I want you to concentrate on the silk, feel it sliding around your wrists?" He watched her lovely face, the way her eyes got wide and her bottom lip trembled. He loved having control over her, he almost didn't want to move, but his job was done, both her wrists were securely tied to the posts, she struggled, proving him right.
"Chris, please don't rape me." Her voice cracked, and he couldn't be too sure if she meant it or not. He smiled even so and ran his hands up her side, bringing his lips close to her.
"I wouldn't dream of doing anything you didn't beg for Princess." He brushed his lips against her slowly, his hands still caressing her sides. "Hopefully, by the time I'm done, you'll be begging for me to fuck you."
She gasped as she felt his hands slide under her shirt, she shook her head. "Don't do this Chris, I'm begging you." Her eyes were stern, and cold, but the moment his fingers brushed over her sensitive nipples she bucked up into him.
"That's right Princess, you like that don't you?" She blushed and closed her eyes, but her body couldn't deny the fact that she did indeed enjoy it. "Look at me Stephy, open those eyes and know that it is me doing this to you." She did too, she opened her eyes and gasped at the look on his face. So intense, his eyes smoldering, glazed over with lust.
"Chris.." She whispered his name as he ground into her. She smiled up and him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He looked at her oddly and got off her.
"Damnit Stephanie, you're not supposed to respond like that." He sighed and sat down next to her. She pouted at him. "If you remember correctly it was your fantasy we were supposed to be acting out."
"I know baby, but, I couldn't help it, can we try again?" She looked at him sadly and he smiled.
"I've got a better idea." He stood up and stretched. "I'm going to go to bed, and if you're a good girl, tomorrow, we can try again."
"But Chris, aren't you going to untie me?" Stephanie tried sitting up and failed miserably. He smirked and turned out the light.
"The game was your idea love, I'll see you in the morning." With that, he walked out of the bedroom, leaving a deflated Stephanie brooding.
"Just you wait until it's your turn Mister." She swore under her breath, a smile curving her lips playfully.
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