Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
"I want you to give up all control to me," I whisper against the pretty pink shell of her ear. "Take off all of your clothes and lie on the bed. I'll do the rest." I half expect her to resist or tell me she wants me to do it, but she doesn't. With quick efficiency, she strips off until she's completely naked, her beautiful body illuminated and shadowed by the dim light. She's close enough for me to touch her, but I don't. I wait, my eyes trailing what she's revealed, taking in the tightening of her nipples and the gooseflesh that creeps over her skin.
It's not cold in the room.
I made sure of that.
But maybe my gaze is making her shiver.
The thought sends a tickle of sensation down my spine.
"On the bed, Kyla," I whisper, not needing to ask twice.
She takes orders like a pro, sitting quickly on the side of the bed and swinging her legs until she's lying in the center. When she opens her arms and legs, so they're close to each corner of the bed, my cock surges in my pants. Oh God, she looks so perfect like this, and she’ll look even more perfect when my ribbons are fastened around her slender wrists and ankles. She'll look sensational when I tease her, and she strains, pulling at the ribbons, seeking freedom to resist that won't be there.
Cupping my cock, I give it a squeeze, then begin the work to tie Kyla to my bed, making her my slave.
It doesn't take long because there's no resistance. With each knot, her fingers curl, and her ankles flex, testing the binds enough to know they're there. She keeps her eyes closed, which I expected. There's a shyness about Kyla that is tantalizing, as well as buried confidence, which rears up every so often, catching me by surprise. I undress, dropping my clothes onto the hardwood floor, my eyes never leaving Kyla's curves.
I know her anticipation will be building and building. Behind the blackness of her eyelids, her other senses will be heightened. She'll hear the rustle of my clothing and my footsteps at the bedside. She'll hear my breathing increasing in speed, but I'm not close enough for her to hear my pounding heartbeat.
My hands are itching to touch her, my lips tingling to kiss her. My mouth waters, imagining how she'll taste against my tongue. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, but she's still there behind the darkness of my eyelids, the image of her smiling from behind the reception desk at Ink Factor, tossing her head back and laughing at one of my jokes, standing outside on the day of her interview, nervous but excited.
She's been lingering in my mind since the first time I saw her. At first, it was just physical; a desire to touch her, to claim her, to own her. But now, it's something deeper that fills my chest with a nervous ache. It's about being something special to her.
I have a lot to live up to. My friends have already taken turns to please her. They've taken her on dates and given her new experiences. Her mind is already full of excitement and pleasure. I need to be something different and special. Glancing down at the tattoos I've marked my body with, I get the unwelcome feeling that I'm not going to be able to do it. I'll blend in like the rest of them. She won't remember what I did with her. It'll just blend in with the memories of the others. Maybe she'll confuse me and Niall and Nash in her mind, the way everyone has since the day we were born. Maybe I won't be enough.
"Noah," her voice whispers in the darkness, bringing me around from my thoughts.
"Yes, baby," I say, taking a step closer.
"Tell me something funny," she says. "My heart is beating so fast; I need to hear your voice."
And just like that, the anxious ache around my heart melts away.
Kyla's here with me, and I can make her see what that means. I'll show her how it can be between us. I'll make her laugh, and then I'll make her come.
If I try, I know I can be enough.
28
KYLA
I wish that I was brave enough to keep my eyes open and watch Noah's every move, but I'm not. My eyelids are a welcome shield against my emotions.
Somewhere in the room, Noah sighs, and it sounds happy. His footsteps bring him closer, and the bed shifts next to me. "You want me to make you laugh?" he asks softly. My whole body braces for his touch, my limbs stiffening in their binds. The tips of my nipples feel so sensitized that all it would take is for his mouth to suck hard, and I think I'd come.