My bound hands gave me the most freedom right then. Something flickered in his eyes like a storm or fire, arising and ready to take me down with it. I watched him closely, feeling the desire burning in me fiercely. My body was craving to burn with him until we were nothing but moulded into one. My skin touched his chest and I wanted to rip that shirt off. Without thinking I began to unbutton his shirt. I didn't stop until all of them were undone. I felt happy and proud by the time I was done, at least there was something I could still do with tied hands. I was proceeding to take the material off him when his hands came up. With one swift motion, he took my tied hands off him and pushed on them. I fell back on the table and he came down on me. My wrists were pinned above my head by now with
