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hand, still holding the glass, to curl it behind my neck. He pulls me close, kissing my ear, nibbling the lobe before dropping his face to my neck.
    “Christ, Eva, you are a beautiful sight. Perfect. Exquisite.” He kisses me again before sipping the wine.
    “Would you like a drink, Eva?”
    I nod. “Yes, please. But you’ll have to hold the glass.” I roll my shoulders to indicate my bound hands.
    He smiles. “Ah, yes, anything to be of service, Miss Byrne.”
    He lifts the glass to my lips, tipping a little of the crisp chilled liquid into my mouth before immediately following it in with his tongue, tasting the wine before it disappears down my throat.
    “I do like to share, Miss Byrne,” he murmurs before taking another sip himself. This time, though, he catches my mouth in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, letting the liquid pour from his tongue onto mine. It feels sensuous, intimate, delicious. I moan, swallow quickly in surprised contentment.
    “More, Miss Byrne?” he asks softly, his dark eyes shining inches from mine.
    “Yes. Yes, please.”
    Several wine-kisses later he is back to nuzzling my neck. “This is a good wine, don’t you agree, Miss Byrne? Chilled enough for you?”
    “Yes, yes, I think so.” Who cares how cold it is? Just keep on kissing me with it…
    In the next moment I suddenly do care. Very much.
    “Ah, that’s good then. Because I intend to drink it off your nipples, Miss Byrne. But first, I need your pretty little tits to be thrust out at me, just a little more.”
    Before I can respond, or even think straight, he has placed the wine glass on a side table and turned me around. Taking the straps of my bra still loosely hanging from my arms, he uses them to form loops around my elbows. With a few deft twists he has tightened the loops to pull my elbows closer together, forcing my shoulders back and my breasts out. The position is slightly painful, stretching the muscles across my chest. Turning me around to face him again he glances down.
    “Much better, Miss Byrne. Are you comfortable?”
    “It feels a little…tight.”
    “Good. You’ll get used to it.” Without further conversation he undoes the button and zip on my chinos, before pushing the trousers down over my hips to pool at my feet. My pink lace knickers soon follow and I am naked again, since my blouse and bra can hardly count.
    “Kneel down, Miss Byrne.” I comply, and he drops to sit next to me, still fully clothed. I shiver involuntarily as his hands skim my breasts, my nipples. After reaching for the wine glass, he places it on the floor beside us, dipping his finger into it. He smears the wine across my left nipple, admiring his handiwork before repeating the action with my right nipple. Then he bends his head, takes my left nipple in his mouth and sucks, hard. I gasp, the sensation almost painful in its intensity as my defenceless breasts are pushed forward for his attention. My right nipple gets the same treatment, and this time I gasp in pleasure/pain as he bites the swollen tip, not hard but enough for me to feel it. Really feel it.
    “Ah, Nathan, please…” I throw my head back and I realise he is supporting my weight, one arm behind me, holding me still for his mouth to do its work.
    “Nathan, please what? What do you want, Eva?” His voice is low, soft. “More of this? More wine, Eva?”
    This time he pours the liquid directly onto my throbbing nipples, smiling as I wince at the chill. Swirling his tongue around my breasts he licks the wine off, grazing me with his teeth before taking my right nipple firmly between his lips and flicking it hard with his tongue. He then treats my left nipple to the same tender care. The sensation is so intense that I try instinctively to pull back, but his arm tightens behind me, holding me in place.
    “I think the wine is getting warm, Eva. Can’t have that.”
    Releasing me he is suddenly on his feet, walking away. Confused, I watch him open the fridge again, but this