Jurgen decided blissful, erotic torture was the only punishment fit for his Janey's crime - the crime of being so sexy that he had been distracted at work, unable to perform his duties satisfactorily.
"Take off your clothes." he commanded, she obeyed.
He watched her hungrily, his cock quickly getting hard. He unzipped his pants, and his hardness sprang free. Janey gasped - the sight of his hard cock always set her loins ablaze.
"Now get on the bed, put your arms above your head, and don't move." She complied with her eyebrows raised, interested to see where this was going - he was always amazing and adventurous in bed, but never had he taken on a commanding aspect like this.
He reached into the bedside drawer, and pulled out two lengths of fleece. She forgot to keep her arms still; she instinctively reached for him, to caress him and pull him down for a kiss. But he grabbed her wrists, and roughly pinned them above her head, his face inches from hers.
"I thought I told you not to move. If you move again, the punishment will only be worse." he growled, the mischievous twinkle in his eye belying his gruff tone.
His sensual mouth brushed against hers, before his teeth claimed her bottom lip in a gentle bite. She moaned softly - he knew how that drove her crazy, especially when he licked her bottom lip after biting it, then plunging it into her mouth to kiss her deeply, hungrily.
"I love you, woman." he said huskily. "Now stay still, you sexy vixen." Janey giggled softly, and resisted the urge to push him further.
He tied both of her wrists to the bed head - the material soft and flexible, so it wouldn't hurt her. Next, he found two more strips, and tied her ankles to the end of the bed. Janey's heart was pounding furiously - Jurgen was a passionate lover; he never did things by halves, and he always put his all into everything he did.
A stab of sharp desire went through to her core, and the sight of him undressing made her ache for him. He undressed slowly; usually he got his clothes off in a hurry, but this time, he wanted to watch her face as he revealed himself. The look on his face was enough to draw a soft groan from her - his eyes dark and full of lust, his lip quirked in a seductive half-smile.
"You're so sexy." she whispered, letting her eyes roam all over his masculine frame. She loved his broad chest, his wide shoulders, his muscular arms and his strong legs. She loved how his chest and torso were covered in fine, dark hairs, all the way down to his beautifully shaped cock. He was perfection - he was raw masculinity, pure man. Nothing delicate about him; some might say he was brutish.
She sighed as she watched him step out of his pants - she knew she was already wet and ready for him; she hoped he would take her now. She opened her legs wider while wriggling her hips invitingly, but he just shook his head. "Not yet." he said, and then the cruel man took hold of his hard cock, and began to stroke himself, very slowly.
