"That's not an answer," I huff out.
"You trust me, don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then what I have is of no concern."
"Easy for you to say, big guy. You're not the one with a blindfold on," I sass back.
I feel the pinch of his fingers on my chin and my breath leaves me. His lips brush over mine and I can feel the smirk as he says, "About to be tied up, too."
"Excuse me?" I choke out.
He doesn't respond. He doesn't have to. Instead, he takes my wrists and begins to tie them with a knot before raising my arms above my head and securing my restraints to the bedpost. I test his restraints by pulling on the rope, but the knot only digs into my wrists.
Yeah, there's no fucking way I'm getting out of this.
And while I'm fucking soaked and really fucking turned on by being tied up, and love surrendering myself to him, this isn't going to help me win.
I let out a gasp as his fingers trail from my neck all the way down to my soaked pussy.
He sinks a finger inside me easily and I cry out from how sensitive I am. "You can't even deny how much you love this." I whimper as he adds another finger. He doesn't even move them to create friction. He just keeps them placed inside me. I go to move my hips but with his free hand he keeps me pinned to the bed. "You're at my mercy, Grace. About to be my fuck toy. And you love it, don't you?
I bite down on my lip. Hell fucking yes do I. But I'm not going to let him win. He can't think he's in complete control here. The second I allow him that he knows he's won.
His thumb then starts rubbing my clit and I screw my eyes shut hard. "Tell me how much you love being my fuck toy."
"No," I croak out.
He hums thoughtfully. "So you don't like being my fuck toy? The way your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of my fingers I have to disagree."
I love his filthy mouth. I really, really do.
He's pulling everything out of his arsenal and honestly, I don't know how long I can put up a fight.
Slowly, he pumps his fingers in and out of me. And just when I start to feel the build of an orgasm he leaves me hanging.
"Fucking fuck," I mutter under my breath. My response only earns another chuckle.
"That's one denied orgasm. How many more can you withstand, baby?" His voice taunts me.
Before I can formulate a great comeback I hear the district sound of a vibration.
Oh my god.
Oh. My. God.
"Oak," I call out his name tentatively.
"Yes," he answers and I can hear the grin in his voice.
I lick my lips. "What's that you have there."
"Oh, just another one of my things."
I swallow. "And what thing is it?"
Again he doesn't answer me. I don't expect him to. With me at his complete mercy he can do whatever the fuck he wants. And it's such a fucking turn on.
