Sammi's Surrender

An eBook By Valentine Adams.

"Maybe I should have said since I'm going to undress you."

She shifted her weight from one stockinged foot to the other, her small hands going briefly to her hips before she apparently realized that the pose might look silly. She quickly crossed her arms over her breasts but just as quickly must have realized that she was now looking defensive and that her arms would at least get in the way as I removed her shirt. The arms dropped like bricks to her side and she slung her hands as if she were trying to shake something sticky from her fingers and then stamped her right foot as she uttered under her breath.

"Owww!"

"Problem?"

"I don't know what to do with my hands."

This honest line delivered with frustration and probably embarrassment based on her follow-up comment.

"I've never had a man undress me. I don't know what to do. And not just with my hands, but that is the problem at the moment."

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her pale yellow cotton sweater and lifted, exposing her naked midriff as it slid upward.

"Don't worry about them. I'll tie them behind your back after I get your shirt off."

"What. I thought that was jus. ... you know, before."

"Just be patient ... and calm. Everything will take care of itself. I promise."

She was wearing a lemony lace bra and after I'd deposited the shirt over the newel post to my right, I opened the front clasp and slipped the shoulder straps off and down her arms. It advanced the little pile on the post. For the first time in her life, a man was looking at her naked breasts and she couldn't see the expression on his face or judge the reaction he was having. She was literally in the dark. And her predicament only highlighted her diminutive stature. She seemed so small, standing there naked from the hips up, her eyes covered depending absolutely on my kindness. Her only apparent reaction to her situation was the most comprehensive blushing I've ever witnessed. Her neck, face and even her scalp turned bright red. I wasn't really surprised by that. But her shoulders and upper torso also flushed bright pink nearly to her breasts. Still no objection was uttered.

I placed my hands gently on her bare shoulders, slipping each down an opposite arm, feeling the chill on her skin even though it was comfortably warm in the house. As my palms coasted down the pale skin of her elbows and forearms, I thought of what her response might be when I reached my objective. And then I was there, a wrist in each hand, fingers circling her dainty limbs as I gently pulled them together behind her back. I held both hers in the fingers of my left while my right sought out another of the silk scarves. I quickly twirled the length of silk and wrapped her tiny wrists, pulling her hand snuggly together. Three wraps and a twist to cinch and her hands were not getting free without assistance. And through this she had not questioned or commented. But then I was done with that step and I heard her soft voice.

"You have me as your prisoner now. You can do anything you want to me and I'm helpless to stop you."

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