“Holy shit.” I pull on my restraints, but it’s in vain.
“There’s nowhere for you to run now, Goldilocks.”
I blink up at him. “Have you been reading erotica books?”
He responds with a mischievous smile. “Look at you—naked, ass jutted in the air, pussy readily available. My captive to do as I please.”
Oh, boy, I’m in so much trouble.
Kaz undoes the buttons at his wrists before working on the ones on his white shirt. “We’re gonna play a little game.”
“What kind of game?”
He removes the shirt and drops it on the bench. He toes off his shoes and removes his socks. The hissing sound of his zipper coming down, echoing in the night, followed by the swishing sound of his pants, makes me rub my legs together to alleviate my needy clit.
“Are you trying to come before I give you permission?”
“No.”Yes.
He makes a tsking sound. “You’re a terrible liar.”
He removes his pants, folds them, and places them next to the shirt on the cushion seat.
Even when he’s about to rock my world, he’s a neat freak.
“Do you remember how to count to ten, bad girl?”
Is that a trick question?“That comment I made about being in high school was?—”
“Your answer should be yes master or no master.”
My jaw comes unhinged. It takes me a few breaths before I recover. The man is an ace at role playing.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.”
He disappears behind me.
I peer over my shoulder.
“Eyes upfront.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, master.”
“Better.”
My head whips around.
Slap!
I let out a shrill sound.
Holy fifty shades of hotness.
