Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
It wasn’t long before her pain had morphed into something else, and little whimpers were escaping her.
My cock was throbbing by the time her whole body seemed to loosen up. Except her thighs that she was pressing together hard, trying to ease the need there.
“Come on,” I said, standing, and reaching for her hand, and helping her off the bed.
I had everything I needed in the bathroom already.
“What’s—“
I cut her off by pointing above her head as we stepped into my bathroom.
I’d been busy while she’d been avoiding me the day before.
Running home to grab supplies and my tools, then dragging the dining room chair to the bathroom to install a ring in the ceiling.
Another set of restraints was strung through, somewhere between the bed restraints and the hogties in firmness.
“Give me your arm,” I demanded, holding mine out as the other pulled down one side of the restraint.
And she did.
Without question or complaint.
Maybe she wouldn’t be as difficult as I first thought.
A whimper escaped her as I reached for her other arm, something that made the restraint draw upward, forcing her arm over her head.
“You’ll remember this the next time you think about trying to run away from me,” I said, voice soft because she was being good.
With that, I turned away, walking into the shower niche and turning on the water.
Then, my gaze on her, I shucked off my pants.
Her gaze immediately moved down over me, and I felt a small smile tug at my lips at the way her chest started to rise and fall faster, at her parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.
She was gorgeous just existing. But she was next-level beautiful when she was turned on.
I moved into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my body.
It wasn’t long, though, before my aching cock couldn’t take it anymore, not with her standing there just a few feet away, pressing her thighs together, trying to calm the desire building through her system as I washed.
Unable to take it anymore, I reached down and fisted my cock, my gaze on her as I started to stroke myself.
If I didn’t get a release, I was going to drag her in here, and bury my cock inside her. And I didn’t want to go there yet. I wanted her to be fucking begging for it.
More than that, she needed to earn it.
A groan escaped me as her thighs started to slide against each other, seeking some sort of friction as her breathing got even faster than my own as I drove myself up.
Close, I moved out of the niche, and made my way over to her, stroking a few more times until I came on her belly.
And, fuck, was it good to see my cum on her pretty skin.
I grabbed a towel to dry myself off, then slung it around my waist before reaching to release each of her wrists.
“Okay,” I said as she wiggled her shoulders.
“Go clean yourself up,” I told her, waving out toward the room.
“Oka—“ she started. Then, at my raised brow, corrected herself, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” I said, snagging her chin between my thumb and forefinger for a moment, then watching her turn to walk away.
I went back into the kitchen, getting the espresso machine ready, knowing she would want one before she went out to get the coffee she really wanted.
Then I made my way into her bedroom.
I didn’t even need to open her bathroom door.
She left it mostly open, the steam from her shower drifting outward.
I moved inside, watching as her gaze shot over to me, her hands frozen, holding the sudsy luffa between them.
“Want some help, pet?” I asked, watching as her lips parted and her eyes went all hazy before she gave me a little nod. “No,” I said, shaking my head as I moved closer. “You have to say it.”
“Yes, sir,” she said automatically.
Again, I shook my head.
“Say what you want, Scarlet.”
“I want you to help me,” she said, voice so low I could barely hear it over the water slapping against the tile floor.
“Of course I will,” I said, flicking off my towel, then moving into the shower with her.
Her gaze immediately lowered as I towered over her.
“No,” I said, pressing her chin up with my thumb. “I want you to look at me unless you are kneeling,” I told her as I reached for the luffa.
She was practically trembling as I started to run the soapy luffa down one arm, then the other, before moving down her chest.
She was so fucking sensitive.
I couldn’t wait to show her all the ways I could make her fall apart.
For now, though, I was going to go ahead and enjoy the way she shivered and sighed as I washed her.
By the time I was done with all the tame places on her body, her thighs were shaking.