Framing Felipe (29 page)

The
ground
seemed
so
far,
and
the
structure
so
unsteady,
but
the
riskiness
of
the
venture

sparked
a
sort
of
certain
exhilaration.
Besides,
what
was
a
little
height
for
a
woman
who

flew
rickety
planes
as
a
hobby?
A
little
height
made
things
fun
sometimes.

“I’ve
never
been
tied
up,”
she
whispered.

FRAMING FELIPE
–
113
–
Holley Trent

He
rolled
the
bottom
of
her
shirt
up,
then
over
her
head,
saying
nothing
until
he’d

released
the
catch
of
her
bra.
He
kissed
down
her
spine,
tickling.
Teasing.
“That’s
not
what
I

asked,”
he
said
when
he’d
reached
the
base
of
her
back.

She
knew
she
hadn’t
really
answered
the
question.
That
had
been
intentional.
Did
she

want
to
be?
Bound
and
defenseless?
Left
to
his
mercy
like
the
Visa
had
been
all
those
weeks

ago?
“I—I
don’t
know.”

“I
think
you
would.”
He
knelt
behind
her
and
pressed
her
belly
flat
against
the
small

window’s
ledge.
He
removed
one
of
her
shoes,
then
the
other,
and
divested
her
foot
of
the

pants
pooling
at
her
ankle.
With
that
out
of
the
way,
he
nudged
her
legs
further
apart
and

paused
behind
her
with
one
hand
at
the
inside
of
either
thigh.

“What
do
you
want
me
to
do
to
you,
querida
?”

She
grinned,
knowing
he
couldn’t
see
it.
“You’re
giving
me
a
choice?”

“No.
Not
really.
I’ll
do
what
I
want
since
you
didn’t
miss
me.
I’m
just
wondering.”

“Then
I
won’t
answer.”
She
wriggled
her
rear
at
him,
knowing
his
face
was
inches
away.

Maybe
he’d
get
the
hint.

“You’ll
answer.”
He
pressed
two
fingers
into
her
cunt
and
scissored
them—just
long

enough
for
the
sensation
to
register,
but
not
long
enough
for
her
to
get
her
fill
of
it.
Not

even
close.
He
pulled
his
fingers
out
and
gave
her
ass
a
hard
smack.

The
sharpness
of
the
contact
gave
way
to
a
pleasurable
burn
that
had
her
arching
even

more
toward
him.

“What
do
you
want,
querida
?”
he
whispered,
now
kissing
the
inside
of
her
left
thigh
just

below
the
bikini
line.

Her
eyes
rolled
and
she
took
in
some
air,
steadying
herself
as
best
she
could.
Her
legs

had
started
to
shake.
“I—I
want
you
to
fill
me.”

“With
what?”
he
asked
blithely,
swirling
his
index
finger
around
her
clit
and
nibbling
at

the
meat
of
her
thigh.

Her
body
quaked,
pleading
for
release,
even
a
little
one,
but
every
time
she
got
close,
he

lightened
the
touch,
seeming
to
understand
that
getting
off
was
precisely
her
aim.

“Your
dick,
Felipe.
Please.
It’s
been
a
while.”

“You
said
you
didn’t
miss
me.”
His
fingers
returned,
now
probing
her
wet
passage,

flicking
against
her
G-‐spot.

FRAMING FELIPE
–
114
–
Holley Trent

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She
rode
his
fingers,
trying
to
get
more
of
that
sensation,
but
he
held

himself
back
from
her,
even
using
his
free
hand
to
squeeze
her
ass
and
keep
her
in
place.

“I’ll
make
you
miss
me
the
next
time.”
And
he
stood,
pulling
her
upright
along
with
him.

With
one
arm
wrapped
around
her
waist,
he
turned
her
to
face
him.
There
was
a
hint
of
the

devil
in
his
gray
eyes.

“What?”
she
asked.

He
grinned
and
clasped
her
wrists,
pushing
them
together
and
quickly
looping
his

leather
belt
around
them.
“Best
I
can
do
right
now.”

Tightly
bound,
her
breasts
plumped
atop
her
upper
arms,
nipples
peaked
and
seeming

to
point
right
at
the
source
of
their
arousal.
They
were
so
hard
they
ached.
The
breeze’s

caress
had
aroused
them,
but
Felipe’s
wanton
gaze
upon
her
seemed
to
intensify
the

sensitivity.
Her
breasts
felt
full
and
heavy
atop
their
perch,
ready
for
the
crush
of
his
hands.

When
Felipe
bent
low
and
grabbed
one
between
his
teeth,
she
had
to
suppress
a
yelp.
The

anticipation
of
him—her
body’s
weeks-‐long
withdrawal
from
him,
made
every
touch
seem

one
flick
away
from
orgasmic.

He
treated
the
sting
of
his
bite
with
the
tip
of
his
tongue,
then
repeated
the
process
on

the
other
side.

“
Please
,”
she
whined.

He
didn’t
respond,
beyond
walking
her
to
the
support
posts
in
the
middle
of
the
small

stand
that
held
up
the
main
rafter.

When
he
left
her
there,
she
turned
to
watch
him
return
to
her
discarded
clothes.
He

knelt,
casting
a
lascivious
stare
at
her,
before
whisking
her
belt
from
her
jeans.

She
swallowed,
fearful
she’d
be
feeling
the
sting
of
the
leather
on
her
ass.
But
he

returned,
turning
her
to
face
him,
and
took
her
mouth
with
a
hungry
kiss.
His
forceful

tongue
probed
her
mouth
and
led
a
sort
of
sensual
dance
with
her
lips
that
reminded
her
of

just
what
she’d
been
missing,
for
he
was
as
skillful
down
below
with
that
tongue
as
he
was

up
high.
He
pulled
away,
leaving
her
gasping
for
breath
and
her
eyelids
fluttering,
before

loosening
the
bind
of
her
wrists.

She
raised
a
questioning
eyebrow,
but
before
she
could
ask
his
intentions,
he
moved

her.
He
laid
her
on
her
back
on
their
pile
of
clothes,
and
made
quick
work
of
binding
her
left

wrist
to
her
left
ankle
with
one
belt,
then
right
wrist
to
right
ankle
with
the
other.
She

FRAMING FELIPE
–
115
–
Holley Trent

tested
the
restraints,
and
found
them
mildly
irritating
with
the
leather’s
edges
against
her

skin,
but
secure.

He
lowered
himself
to
his
knees,
studying
the
bounty
of
her
he’d
revealed.
His
cock
was

hard
and
ready,
but
he
held
himself
back.
Looking,
without
touching.

Sarah
felt
absolutely
exposed,
and
even
a
bit
timid
at
it.
He’d
seen
it
all
before,
but
with

her
having
no
choice
but
to
bare
it
all—for
him
to
consume
it
on
his
own
whims—it
was
all

so
new.
With
her
hands
bound,
she
had
no
control.
Could
neither
touch
him
nor
herself.
It

was
up
to
him
to
pleasure
her,
or
punish
her,
as
he
saw
fit.
She
hoped
there’d
be
more

pleasure
than
pain.

“Hmm,”
he
purred.
He
wriggled
out
his
black
T-‐shirt
and
folded
it
over
itself
twice.
He

draped
it
over
her
eyes
and
tucked
the
ends
beneath
her
head
so
it
wouldn’t
shift.

“Felipe,
I
can’t
see.”

“But
you
can
breathe?”

“Yes?”

“You
don’t
need
to
see.”

Oh.

She
seemed
to
lie
there
an
impossibly
long
time—eons,
even—with
him
doing
nothing,

and
her
anticipation
mounted.
What
was
he
doing?
Just
staring?
What
did
he
have
planned

for
her?
What
had
he
been
missing
all
those
weeks
he’d
been
gone?

Her
sex
clenched
with
anticipation
of
his
touch,
clit
tingling
and
her
pussy
wet
for
him.

Finally,
a
touch.
The
slight
graze
of
his
tongue
on
her
clit,
and
she
moaned,
nearly
done

in
already
from
the
previous
sensory
deprivation.
He
swirled
the
tip
around
her
swollen

nub,
teasing,
and
flattened
his
tongue
against
it
as
fingers
filled
her
waiting
cunt.
He

stretched
her,
nibbled
her,
drumming
his
fingertips
against
her
G-‐spot
until
he
ripped
wild

keening
noises
from
her
throat.

Her
cunt
clenched
around
his
fingers,
and
she
wanted
more—more
of
him
inside
her,

but
instead
of
giving
her
more,
he
withdrew
his
hand.
His
tongue
remained,
however,

laving
at
her
slit,
teasing
her
so
mercilessly,
she
cried
out,
“Felipe!”

He
slipped
a
wet
fingertip
into
her
anus
and
held
it
there.
“Yes?”
His
breath
was
warm

over
her
wet
sex.

FRAMING FELIPE
–
116
–
Holley Trent

Her
jaw
flapped,
wordlessly,
as
she
itemized
the
sensations
she
felt.
Exposed.
Aroused.

Maybe
a
bit
scandalized.

“Relax,
querida
.”

“Easy
to
say,
hard
to
do.”

His
lips
wrapped
around
her
clit,
and
he
sucked.

She
relaxed.

He
slipped
his
finger
in
deeper,
working
her.
Stretching
her,
while
his
other
hand

returned
to
her
cunt.
His
mouth
had
gone
away,
but
his
frenetic
massage
of
her
clit
and
his

now-‐steady
probing
of
her
ass
steered
her
toward
the
edge
of
oblivion.

She
rasped
out
some
unintelligible
words
that
may
have
been
“More”
or
“Oh,
yes!”
but

as
her
body
wracked
and
cunt
quivered,
nearing
that
summit,
he
stopped.

“Felipe!”

Without
a
word,
he
shifted,
she
felt
his
hands
on
the
floor
at
either
side
of
her
hips,
and

then
his
big
cock
was
in
her.

She
cried
out.
Never
before
had
he
felt
so
large—as
if
he
could
destroy
her
with
just
the

swivel
of
his
hips.
And
he
certainly
seemed
keen
on
trying.
He
pushed
himself
as
far
into

her
as
he
could
go.

“
Díos,
woman.”

Him
calling
out
to
God
was
a
nice
turn
of
events
in
her
opinion.
Turnabout
was
fair

play.

“Like
that?”
she
asked,
pushing
her
lips
upward
into
a
smirk
she
hoped
looked
as

devious
as
it
felt.

He
pulled
almost
all
the
way
out,
and
slammed
back
in,
knocking
the
smirk
off
her
face.

“Damn
right
I
like
it.
That’s
why
it’s
mine.”

He
did
it
again,
and
she
growled
out,
“Fuck.”
Her
fingers
itched
to
grab
his
hair
and
pull,