"Did you come here because you wish to lay with me Sir?"
That was all that I could manage to say as his thick body entered and framed the doorway into my chamber. As he sauntered a few steps towards my bed, his eyes and his body said more than his mouth ever could.
"I wish to do more than lie with you."
He looked massive and intimidating, and yet I couldn't take my eyes off him. Especially as he began to undo his waistcoat. I was mesmerized watching him peel off his layers. After the waistcoat came his shirt, revealing the chest and stomach that I could already imagine my hands running over. I could feel my breath, as well as my heartbeat, begin to increase, and a pulsing sensation was beginning to throb between my most intimate parts. As he reached to undo his cravat, he looked me dead in my eyes, one eyebrow arched up as if he was daring me.
"Stand before me."
I rose from lying on my side, to standing on my feet. I had nothing but my chemise on and I could feel my nipples already tightening in anticipation.
"Come to me." He commanded.
It took only three steps to be in front of him. My face staring directly at his chest. "What would you like from me Sir?"
I felt his hand on my chin, guiding my gaze up to be directly into his eyes. "Instinct. I watched you down in the tavern and you are no novice at this. I want you to trust your instinct and follow it."
He was right. I knew what I wanted downstairs. And It pleased me to know that my coy bedroom eyes spoke a language all of their own, telling him that I wanted him to follow me to my bed chamber. Wondering if he actually would.
Instinct took over. I reached up to untie his cravat, pulling the long material down his chest, trailing my fingers gently. The rise and fall of his breath was heavy with anticipation.
He grabbed the fabric from my grasp. His big hands enveloped both of my shoulders. Skillfully, and almost effortlessly, he spun me around, keeping my arms behind my back, and I could feel him binding my wrists with his cravat.
He stepped forward into me. I felt his engorged cock pressing through his trousers against the curved rounds of my backside. His cock was almost laying into my restrained hands as if it was a gift that I couldn't quite touch and his torso was pressed up along my spine.