“Where is your cast?”
“I don’t really need it unless I’m going out.” She started thinking of the cast as an irritating security blanket.
He snorted like he didn’t believe her. “Do I need to be careful?”
“Don’t squeeze my calf. The cuts are still healing.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Works for me.”
Eric grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder.
Nikolett yelped as the world spun around her, then squeaked out, “I’m okay.”
She was breathless, thanks to his shoulder in her midsection and the fact she was hanging upside down, but she was fairly sure Grigoris heard her.
Eric snatched her shoes off her feet, tossing them aside, his other hand gripping the top of her thigh, right below her ass.
“Are you talking to me or your men who are probably listening?”
Nikolett braced her hands on his ass and pushed herself up as he strode across the room. “Do you care?”
“No. Having people watch is not one of my kinks, but arguing with them about giving us some fucking privacy would slow us down.”
Eric threw open the bedroom door, pausing for a moment to look around before striding in. He crossed to the bed, then with a shrug sent her flying.
She landed with a “oof” in the center of the mattress, hair flying free of the clip.
Nikolett pushed her hair off her face. “I did just break my leg not long ago.”
Eric grunted in acknowledgment, then grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the mattress as she yelped in surprise until her ass was at the foot of the bed.
He dropped to his knees, still holding her ankles.
Oh.Oh.
He forced her heels to her ass, holding them there with hands strong and hard as manacles.
Her legs wanted to fall open, but she pressed her knees together, not sure why she was acting like she didn’t want or need this.
“Show me what’s mine.”
Nikolett’s breath caught. That was why. She was pushing him so he’d push back.
This was the part where it would have made sense to feel nervous, but all she felt was desire and a perverse need to draw out the moment no matter how desperately she wanted him.
She relaxed her thigh muscles, and her legs fell open. Slowly she reached down, gathering up her skirt and pulling it to her waist, fully exposing the black lace panties she wore. They were already damp, sticking to her labia which felt swollen and heavy.
“Take them off.”
He didn’t release her ankles, or help her, but Nikolett brought her knees together, lifting her ass enough to slide the panties off her butt, then up her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles.
There, they were stopped by Eric’s hands, still holding her ankles.
His left hand released her right ankle only to grab the stretchy lace. He twisted it around his fist, turning the sexy garment into restraints. The lace was tight around her, the sides of his fist pressed against the inside of each ankle.
