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That's just a small part of the story (Rook chapter 14) by ungeronekenobi
"Mike?" She asked. Suppose this was her friend she was looking at. "Yes, it's me.", Replied the shadow. Rook smiled and her heart swayed with pleasure as she knew her hot friend was with her. She wanted to approach him but could not move. She was so sleepy that she could not feel much, she knew that she was with her body bent at her front. She also knew immediately how excited she felt "Kiss me.", She purred shyly, thinking of her friend's soft lips. She was rewarded with a gentle kiss on the lips, then with another. She kissed eagerly back and desperately added her tongue, wishing more than a kiss from him.
He pulled back and Rook frowned. "You're welcome." She whispered. Rook felt soft leather cover her eyes. The tight black blindfold had a hole for her nose. Rook smiled when he knew that Mike was enjoying a little kink.
"We can have a little more fun, but I need to know where the black canary is." Mike asked. Rook raised a thin eyebrow. "Why would Mike want to know where she is?" She thought to herself. Soft lips touched her neck and one hand slid over her inner thigh exactly where she liked it. This sensation made Rook realize she wore nylons. She moved her toes and confirmed that feeling. Rook smiled. "Am I tied up, Mike?" She pulled on her limbs and nothing happened. Her wrists were wrapped in more leather attached to her belt.
The wandering hand pressed on her sex. "Of course you are, do you want me to untie you?" The voice whispered. Rook bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly. "No." She answered sweetly. The hand that touched her disappeared. She frowned again.
"Canary?" Mike's voice teased. "What are you going to do with me if I do not tell it?" Rook was almost breathless when she responded with relish. "Maybe I'll leave you alone for a while and you can think about it?" The man's voice was near as he spoke. Rook closed her mouth and kneaded her wet lips together. She squirmed a little and lifted her bare torso a little from the bench.
"Good that you win." The blinded heroine gave way. "She has an office called Songbird Modeling. It's a cover, it's located on the 38th floor of the Lexcorp tower in the fashion district. You can find them there. " Rook bit his lip again. "Can I have you now?" She purred. "I think I can arrange that." The hand returned to work on her tender sex. And her lips pressed. Rook was so disappointed that it did not strike that there were more people in the room with her. She craned her neck and blindly kissed the man she thought she loved, when a skilled hand rubbed her across the heated hill. Another hand slightly lifted her upper body and gripped her breast.
Within minutes, Rook gasped and groaned. The men in the room could not control their excitement.