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    Never Give Up – part 17

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    "I’d like to play a game"

     

    Helena opened her eyes and stared with a puzzled expression. She could bet Dylan was as much turned on as she was, and she really felt they’d been waiting long enough to satisfy their need.

     

    "Dylan…please…I…"

     

    "Shh…I promise you’ll like that…"

     

    Dylan’s eyes were so close that Helena could not see anything else. They burned with desire. She stiffened a little, and Dylan could feel she was slightly scared.

    She smiled to comfort her "Don’t worry. No knives…"

    She chuckled as Helena started breathing again.

     

    "I could never hurt you"

     

    Dylan’s voice was so sweet and tender Helena felt ashamed of her fears. Dylan smiled and kissed her again, before whispering at her ear

     

    "I was just thinking… how fucking sexy you are when you give in to me completely. That’s so hot, to have full power on you. Helena Peabody, at my complete mercy."

     

    Helena was starting to read Dylan’s mind. She gazed up at her, and then said with a voice broken by arousal

    "Tie me"

    Dylan swallowed hard, without losing eye contact.

    "You sure?"

    "Yes" She paused a while

    "I want you to know how much I trust you"

    Helena’s voice was low, but determined.

    Dylan felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She quickly looked around, until she spotted something she can use safely, the belt of her robe, abandoned after the morning shower.

     

    "Don’t move" She uttered with a husky voice. Helena shivered when their bodies lost contact, and followed her with her eyes.

    Dylan was back in a second, and gently used the belt to tie Helena’s hands to the bed.

     

    "Are…are you ok?" She was so aroused that her head was swirling, and could not think clearly. ‘Luckily I still have my panties on… I could have flooded the bed by now…’

     

    Helena had closed her eyes. Each single cell of her body was shaking in anticipation. She was breathing heavily, and her soft breasts were moving at her heart beat, pushing her hardened nipples up and down. Her legs were still partially opened, and she was aware of her high state of arousal she had no hope to hide from Dylan’s gaze. She could not move, or take any other action. 

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    Comments

    1. and here I am giggling like a little school girl while reading this chapter! your writing is intense–I LOVE IT! But WHEN is Helena going to say those three little words back to our darling Dylan? WHEN?!?

    2. Hello there Charlot, how’s it going with you? Well you need to know that some of us can’t tell that you aren’t comfortable writing in this language. For the record, you you are doing a great job because we love it.

    3. happy love stories are pretty boring, don’t you agree? some tension and waiting can just make it better. However, don’t worry. I’m totally towards happy ending. We’ve so much sadness, selfishness and useless pain in the real world, to carry it in the fiction one.

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