He’s across the room before I can even turn to leave. His hand wraps around my throat and I rise to my tiptoes. “You’re the whore I want to use, doll face.”
I fucking hate that it makes me feel special. It’s just another lie.
His eyes search mine, and I hope he can see how much I hate him right now. “Do I need to start tying you to the bed before you fall asleep?”
“Fuck you, Haidyn,” I grind out, my hands gripping his muscular tattooed arm, but the thought sounds so good. That he wants to keep me here. Even if it’s as a pet. No. I saw the video…I know I’m just the current whore in his bed. I’m sure there’s a line of them waiting for him. Hell, I’m sure they text him all the time. Just like the woman at the clinic. The way she looked at him—mouth watering and ready to beg.
His jaw sharpens, and he lets go of me and commands, “Remove your shirt.”
My breath catches but my teeth clench. I hate this give and take. My mind wants to give him whatever the fuck he wants. My body wants him to take it.
“No,” I tell him, and the threatening smile he gives me replaces the doubt that I’m not good enough and fills my stomach with butterflies. “I’m leaving.” With that, I turn, tossing my hair over my shoulder and hoping it hits him in the face.
An arm wraps around my neck, pulling me to a quick stop. “Haidyn—” I growl, trying to fight his hold.
His free hand drops between my legs, and his fingers find their way to my already wet pussy. He shoves two inside me, and I gasp, pressing my back into his front and feeling his hard cock against my ass. “You have a choice, doll face,” he informsme. “Remove your shirt, or I drag you down to the basement and chain you to the wall.”
I groan, hating that I’m turned on at the sound of the second option.He wants me to stay.
“Make a decision,” he orders, his fingers playing with my clit.
My hips rock back and forth, wanting him to enter me, but he slaps it, and I cry out. He releases my neck, and I stumble forward to turn around and face him. I’m fucking pissed and turned on at the same time. I want him to fuck me because if his cock is in me, it’s not in someone else, right? That someone else being Ashtyn. We both seem to be in shitty moods, and it makes me wonder what happened for him to be in one.
“You have five seconds,” he informs me. “One…two…”
Reaching down I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. Then I throw the wadded-up material at his chest. He lets it fall to the floor.
“Go put your hair up and meet me back in here.”
I storm out of the gym and walk through his house naked with my head held high. I’m pissed and excited at the same time. Fuck, I hate him. I hate the way he makes me feel. Now I can add jealousy to that list. Jealous of a woman married to his best friend. Haidyn probably gets to use her whenever he wants. Well, everything except for her pussy.
That’s something I can give him though. Fuck, I’m already making excuses as to why I would be the better fuck.
Entering the bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth. If he wants my hair up, he’s going to fuck my face. He likes to kiss me after he comes down my throat. Afterward, I throw my hair up in a high pony as he instructed and stomp my way back to his gym.
He’s sitting on a bench with a bag at his feet that wasn’t in here before. “Is this good enough for you, sir?” I can’t help it. I want a fight. He needs to dominate, and I want to submit to him.He’s just going to have to force it out of me. He wants a whore? I’ll give him one.
“Come here,” he orders, ignoring my attitude. Or maybe he’s going to fuck it out of me.
One can only hope he’ll take my mind off the brunette that I just watched him fuck in the ass.
I make my way over to him, and my pussy begins to tingle as his eyes devour my body. The man has seen me naked every day since he forced me to come live with him, and he continues to look at me like it’s the first time. “Remember what I told you sarcasm will get you?”
A face fucking.“I do.” I lift my chin, and his satisfied smile makes my heart race.
He unzips the black duffel bag and pulls out several pieces of black rope in various sizes. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, my pussy soaked. Anything to take my mind off that video.
“Arms behind your back.”
I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time as he starts to take the longer piece and begins to tie my wrists together. Then I feel him start to wrap it around my arms a little higher but underneath my elbows. It pulls my arms back farther than before. It gives me even less movement, and my breathing picks up. Once secure, he moves the rope up higher and above my elbows and does the same process. It pushes my chest out, and I moan at the lack of movement. It’s so tight, and I love it.
He turns me to face him, and he takes the rope over my shoulder and down the inner side of my breast. I turn side to side for him as he instructs as the rope rubs against my skin. Securing the rope around my chest as well.
When he’s done, he grips my ponytail and yanks my head back. I’m panting, my lips parted as I stare up at him, my eyes already heavy and pussy throbbing. I fight the rope, but it’s tiedtoo tight. I can’t fucking move my arms an inch, and it makes me moan and my nipples harden.
“There’s my girl.” His free hand comes up to run his knuckles down my throat over my racing pulse.
My girl.They’re just words. She’s hisbaby girl…
