"Margo" He called out to me from his front door, waking out from his garage in only a tight pair of torn up jeans and a white towel around his shoulders, allowing me, practically forcing me, to take in the full, hot view of his sexy upper body.

"Looks like you've been enjoying the morning breeze in the shade...," he hissed walking into my garage, his hips swaying roughly back and forth, as he swiped his fingers through his short black hair. Tightening his upper body purposely, forcing me to moan slightly to myself as my eyes locked on to his taut muscular frame, the streams, the small beads of sweat pouring down the hardened curves of his body.

"Damn that's hot," I whispered to myself, instantly getting wet, secretly wanting to feel his hot touch, the velvet brushing of his fingers over my body, I knew he was going to bring me to that brink, to that breaking point repeatedly, before forcing us to both snap into a frenzy to finish the other off.

"So... I've been watching you today," Shawn hissed, walking up to me as I backed up to the far workbench, watching him as he took a small roll of rope from the back of his jeans. "I've been watching you do things...," he added smacking his lips, the heat inside me building. "Is there," he paused, brushing his hands down my arms and over my thighs, pushing me to sit up on the table, before suddenly tying my hands together.

"What... what the hell are you...," I barked, never really trying to fight back as he pulled my hands up into the air, tying them back around my head and securing my hands against the brace of some upper shelving before undoing the my bikini bottoms, letting the lacy fabric fall away from my hips.

"I want to know...," he hissed, his hands roping down my body, fingers draping down over my shoulders as he gazed deeply into my eyes, licking his lips with the tip of his hot, lush tongue.

"I...I want," I hissed, the heat of his breath upon me as he leaned in closer to whisper into my ear, I became flush, I became compliant.

"You want to feel my fingers caressing your breasts," he asked with a soft erotic roar, his voice so deep, so hot that I could feel myself giving in, any resistance I had left, melting away completely. "Or perhaps baby, you want to feel the tip of my tongue licking between your tight inner thighs, pushing deeply into your hot, moist insides, devouring your sweet erotic nectar... or maybe, maybe still" he hissed deeply, his fingers draping over my shoulders and down my breasts tantalizing my nipples through my t-shirt.

"Just maybe" Shawn sighed, his lush damp lips brushing over my own, the tip of his moist, sweet tongue gliding over them as he continued to taunt me so. "Maybe you want to feel me ramming deep inside you, fucking you hard and heavy, so deep and rough that you won't be able to walk for a week." Shawn growled, his lips running down my neck, crushing my soft, round breasts firmly into my chest.

"I...I want you to," I gasped unable to finish my own sentence only to hear Shawn play with me and my desires, my emotions.

"You want me to leave you here alone. Tied up and unable to seek the gratification, the wanting release you so desperately need." He growled as one of his hands slid down between my thighs, the tips of his fingers gliding over the opening of my pussy, kneading my outer lips gently, erotically.

"Fuck... fuck you Shawn, you leave me like this now I swear when I get free I'll hunt you down and cut off your balls and use them as a keychain." I hissed, the tips of his fingers rushing over my opening, sinking inside me.

"Ever so the romantic," he chuckled, "odd that your threat has done nothing more than get me even harder for you." Shawn added before pulling his fingers out of me, licking away the glistening nectar of my intoxicating juice before stabbing them back into me rough and hard, deeper, so deep that I cringed to the onslaught of pleasure tearing, ripping me open.

"Ugh... fuck... damn it Shawn... oh dammit," I panted out between thrusts. My pussy dripping wet as I felt my own erotic juices glistening between my hot inner thighs.

"Say it Margo... say it." Shawn growled evilly, his voice calm and steady. "Tell me what you want; what you need me to do. Ask me for it, no beg me for it, and plead with me to do what it is you need." He roared once more as he moved his left hand around my neck, holding me in place while the tips of his finger from his right hand continued to devour my insides, ravaging me hard and heavy, tormenting my pussy with the sharp ends of his nails, hooking his fingers deep inside me with each deep thrust.