Diana

After tying his hands lightly, which he made easier for himself by supporting it behind his head, Diana patted his chest, "you won't get carried away now." she said, moving back and gulped at the stretched muscle at his armpit area, which look strong, coupled with the skin tone and the hairless armpit himself.

Only one word fit this man, 'perfect'.

Ethan smile deepened as her eyes glued on him with appreciation in them and moved as Diana's hand lifted to caress where she has been staring at.

Her index finger traced the muscles connecting the joints and couldn't help move down to his armpit.

It tickles Ethan, making him call her name to bring her back to her senses. "If you free your hand, it's over." Diana said, making him realize it was intentional and she really meant business.

Ethan endured the tickles, knowing he will get his revenge soon. His body kept moving, amusing Diana.

She finally looked into his eyes and leaned to kiss him. She bit his lower lip and moved back before he could got hold of hers.

"This is torture Diana." Ethan pouted.

"It's my definition for pleasing." Diana replied, not looking into his eyes and descent to his neck line, leaving small kisses on his skin, which earned her a soft moan from him.

She sat and took off her gown, ignoring Ethan who has started shaking his head in denial. How can he stare and not touch?

At this rate, none of them even recalled the word 'poison'

He shut his eyes and was commanded to open it, which he did and, "you're going to pay for this." Ethan said, as soon as he opened his eyes and was now staring at her beautiful skin, with one of her breasts still out from it's cover, which the woman on top of her didn't plan on covering up, making him gulp, his Adam apple moving every now and then.

She finally leaned and kiss his lips, which he responded to, as if his life depends on it. It took every resistance he could gather from his body to not untie himself and get his hand on her.

"Tongue please." Diana demanded after parting lips with him.

"Let me free my hand please."

"No will do."

"It won't be fair not to run my hand in your hair to encourage you darling."

"Try something else, that didn't work." Diana see through his trick and reject him flatly, before pulling out her tongue to tease his own that has come out obediently.

She circled her tongue around it before taking the tip in her mouth and stroke it with her lips. She began moving her head up and down, while Ethan body tensed.

He started breathing heavily through his nose, his imagination running wide as she sucked on his tongue. There's another sensitive part that has experience her sucking, which kept popping up, making him get more aroused and tempted to touch.

If only he was privilege to her breast alone, he would treat it well with his finger. His thoughts started going wild.

Diana was also aroused. She let go of his tongue and reached for his lips again, pulling him into a passionate kiss, which of course made her crave his touches, as it makes kissing more fun, but she fights the urge and do the touching instead.

Her hands supporting his neck, making the kiss feel deepened as both ravage the inside of their mouths.

She pulled back after feeling the urge to breathe and looked into his lustful eyes. For a moment their, she felt dizzy again, but quickly took her mind off it.

She's glad her bangs didn't allow Ethan to have a clear view of her eyes, which might worries him and kill the burning fire that's reflecting in his gaze, making his ocean blue eyes twinkle and alluring her.

She got into a sitting position, while still on top of him and touched the lace of her black bra, which of course is the same colour as her panties. "want me to take it off?" she asked.

Ethan shook his head in denial. He didn't want to just see and not touch.

"I will take that as a yes." Diana smiled at him and unstrapped the bra hook from behind, while watching as he bit hard on his lower lip as if being tortured.

"F*ck!" he cursed subconsciously as the bra went off and her breast was now in view, not peeping out but actually completely bare for him to see.

A hint of red plastered at the spots he has kissed earlier, while claiming he got carried away. "You know I'm going to have my turn as well right?" he reminded her, hoping she would reconsider all this.

"Be my guest." she replied to him and began circling her index finger on her nipple. This was also part of the seduction training she has witnessed Tara teach, but used a sex toy as the character.

She told herself during the training that she wouldn't get to do all that ever, not even when a gun is pointed to her head, but here she was, doing it. But at least she's with her man.

She smirk as Ethan's dick poke her more and moved upward not to give it the pleasure of touching yet, hearing Ethan let out an exasperated sigh.

"Any problem?" she asked.

"My tongue could do a better job than that." Ethan said shamelessly, his eyes following Diana's hand movements on her nipple.

"Please…." he added.

"No will do." Diana replied again.

"Common, I said pleasing not torture." Ethan whined, looking innocent and obedient like a filial son.

Diana raised her brow, which Ethan couldn't see. She reached her hand backwards and touch his hardened dick. Her heart skipped immediately she touches it. It's damn hard.

But she composed herself quickly and spoke up, "This young man seem excited." she said.

"Can you stroke a little? that will help." Ethan said and Diana shook her head in return.

"No will do." Diana replied, releasing it from her grasp.

Ethan gulped and paused his lips together, "okay!" he surrendered.