Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Connor then took to the middle of the stage. “How about another demonstration?” he said, like the perfect ringmaster he was. “How many of you out there have ever craved being tied up?” He hadn’t looked at me, but I felt my cheeks pinken. As much as I wanted to try, I couldn’t bring myself to voluntarily do it in front of an audience.
A couple of hands went in the air, and I felt my opportunity diminishing. You can do this. You know you want to. A second later, I heard a voice near my ear.
“Do you want to be tied up?”
I glanced around and found Shawn. “Yes,” I said.
He held out a hand and led me back toward the rooms I’d passed. There was another door on the left that we entered that led to a hallway. We walked to the end, to the room I’d previously seen as empty. Inside was an ominous-looking device that formed an X. My gaze flitted over to the window, which somehow was opaque, leaving the hallway I’d walked down blocked from view. Connor walked in.
Shawn said, “Connor is going to do the honors and show me how to do this without hurting you. Are you okay with that?”
“I’ll only tie you, then I’ll leave you alone,” Connor said. “No one can see in as you can’t see out.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Shawn said. “It’s all up to you.”
“Yes,” I blurted, not giving it another thought. This was my opportunity to know.
I took a deep breath and gave in to the process. I’d been more than curious about being restrained after Shawn had found me in the mansion, tied and blindfolded. I’d been nervous about being bound in a room full of unknown men until Shawn showed up. Then, everything had been thrilling. Had it been Shawn, or had I liked the idea of giving up control? Or both?
Connor pulled a wide red strip of silky material from his pocket and went into teacher mode. “This is silk and easy to get out of. Hold out your arms together as if getting ready to receive liquid in your hands.” I did as I was told. Then Connor began to wind a pattern from just below my elbow to my wrist. On top, he formed a bow. He pointed to the bow as he spoke to us. “Having the bow gives you and your partner easy access to freeing you if necessary.” Again, he turned to me. “Does it feel okay?” I nodded, as it wasn’t too tight, and it felt smooth against my skin. But I felt nothing more. Had I been wrong? Then again, nothing Connor did had been sexual. It felt almost like show-and-tell.
Then Connor pulled another silk and handed it to Shawn. “In case,” he said and winked before leaving us alone.
Shawn held it up, but I shook my head. I wanted to see him. I had so many emotions I was experiencing in the moment. I needed all my senses available to me. He nodded and put the fabric in his pocket.
Then he took my hands in his. “Do you trust me?”
It was a huge moment, considering everything that happened. Silently, I bobbed my head. He then walked me backward while keeping his gaze laser-focused on mine.
My back hit the wood of the cross contraption. He lifted my arms and my eyes followed. Above was a hook where he attached my bindings. All I had to do was tug at the bow and I’d be free.
“We can stop at any time,” he said before taking a step back and letting his gaze peruse me. It felt like a touch, and I tingled from head to toe.
He stalked forward and spoke so close to my ear that the breath of his words fanned over my skin. I shivered, and goose bumps erupted. “Are you wet for me, my little fuck bunny?”
It was Shawn. “Yes,” I whispered. It was a hell of a thing how much I wanted him to fuck me.
“Then say please,” he commanded. As if that didn’t turn me on a thousand times more.
“Pl-please.”
He cupped my chin and pressed a featherlight kiss to my mouth. I moved in for more, but he was gone. My arms lifted higher, as did the chain until I was on my tiptoes. He came back around and pressed me into the cross with his bigger body. His fingers found the snaps at the crotch and popped them open. His finger slid into my silky depths, and I groaned.
“Fucckkk,” he all but growled. With one hand, he scooped me up. When I was positioned, he let gravity do the rest. My back slid down the wood, and I sank onto his hard length. I hadn’t noticed he’d freed his cock, but I would ask about that magic trick later. Instead, I enjoyed the moment of him filling me, stretching me, thrusting into me. Each stroke was a lightning rod to my core. A diatribe of words like yes, harder, and fuck me came out of my mouth with abandon. I came so hard I was pretty sure my pussy exploded. I said something as I lost all strength in my limbs, and everything went black.