“Okay, okay.” When he releases, I do as he asks, my heart hammering up into my damn throat.
While Mac’s kept me safe in the past, our actual interactions have been far and few between. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.
He seems more surly than usual.
After my hands are cuffed together behind my back, he guides me through the living room and past the staircase to the secondfloor. His palm is large and hot against my back and tingles spread throughout my body, my skin heating all over.
Not sure why.
I certainly didn’t feel this way last time.
We head down a wide hallway with white patches on its walls from pictures no longer there, and enter a dark bedroom at the end.
Thick curtains block the reinforced windows. A massive bed sits against the opposite wall. Dark sheets. Thick blankets. Heavy metal frame.
“On the bed, face down. I'll cuff you to the headboard.” His voice is deep and gravelly, like a bear that’s learned speech, and the rumbling tone makes my heart gallop.
I swallow hard, trying to push away all the different emotions swirling inside. “Are the cuffs really necessary?”
He laughs. “You forget I know you, Little Fawn. Last time I bent you over, you damn near stabbed me in the leg with your fork. So yeah, cuffs stay on. Don't need any extra holes in me. Already got enough of those from my time in the military.”
“Reflex.” It had been, truly. He'd startled me, and I'd reacted.
But my stomach twists at those last words, at the fact he already has holes in him.
“I know,” he says softly, laying his fingers gently on my waist. “That's why I didn't beat your ass. Now let's go. Time’s a-wasting.”
His touch ignites a pool of heat in my lower belly, my dick already swelling. But I still can’t step forward.
This isn’t going to be a quick fuck from behind, and once I’m cuffed to the bed, there’s no way I’m escaping.
“Cal, get on the fucking bed. Now.” He shoves me forward with enough force I stumble and land half on the mattress.
This isn’t good.
My legs start to shake, and my breath turns shallow.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before awkwardly scooting across the soft, thick blanket using my shoulders and knees.
While he’s fucked me once before, my face heats at being so exposed. My ass and balls are facing him.
But my dick is so fucking hard, my skin so damn sensitive, that when I lay flat on my stomach, I have to stifle a moan.
The lights flicker on, then Mac clambers up behind me and straddles my hips. I can’t help but grind my dick against the blanket.
Why am I so worked up?
Pinning one of my arms under his knee, he undoes the cuff from it. After looping the free cuff around the metal frame, he releases my captive arm and moves my wrist up to the open bracelet, snapping it in place.
My heart continues to hammer in my chest as I tug at the restraints, both fight and flight responses kicking in. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”
“Said I know.”
“Please take them off.” I yank at them, arousal fading away as panic sets in.
He quirks a brow. “Just because I forgive you don’t mean I’m dumb enough to trust you.”
“I won’t do it again. Please. I don’t like this.”
