My body begins to shake, but my hands go to the hem of my T-shirt without thought. I pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. I’m not wearing a bra. I push the thin material of the cotton shorts and underwear down my legs and kick them out of my way so I’m standing before him naked.
He stood at the end of the exam table fingering my ass and played with my breasts just two days ago before I came all over his fingers. There’s nothing on my body he hasn’t seen.
As shy as I was before, my mother raised me to love my body. She once told me to know my body more than any man. That way, when I’m given to a Lord, I can satisfy myself.
When he steps forward, my breathing picks up. My nipples instantly go hard. Reaching out, he runs his hands down my stomach before they grip my hips, pulling my body flush with his. “How do you feel?”
“Fine,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. He’s every bit of six-seven, and he’s got combat boots on. I’m five-two and barefoot, not to mention naked. He’s got an advantage in every possible scenario right now.
He takes my hand and pulls me over to the center of the living room. He grabs a throw pillow off the couch and places it in the center of the large glass coffee table. “Lie on it. Face down,” he commands. “I want your hips to rest on the pillow.”
“I—”
“It’ll hold you.”
Crawling onto the table, I take in a shaky breath, nervous it’ll shatter into a million pieces and cut me when we both fall to the floor. Doing as he said, I lie down face-first, and the coldness makes me hiss in a breath.
He grabs my hips, lifting them to position the pillow where he wants it under my hips—pushing my ass up in the air.
He kneels in front of me and unzips his backpack. I take a second to push my hair from my face for a better look when he removes rope from it. He quickly ties my left wrist to the leg of the coffee table before doing the same to the right. Then he disappears, and I feel the rope around one ankle and then the other. He’s tied me spread eagle face down on the coffee table naked.
I’m moaning, pulling on them. My body was already starting to tingle, but now it’s heating up. I pant, trying to reposition myself to a more comfortable position, but it’s useless.
“Are you a rope bunny, doll face?” he asks with a chuckle. Then he grabs a small-looking hourglass with sand out of his bag and places it in front of the TV, and I frown, watching the sand start to fall through it.
“I…I don’t know what that means,” I stammer, trying to ignore my throbbing pussy. If he looks, he’ll see I’m already wet.
“It’s when a slut likes to be tied up with rope. That you get turned on being helpless…and at someone else’s mercy.”
I close my eyes, placing the side of my face on the table, hoping he won’t see my cheeks turn red.
The sound of him unbuckling his belt makes my heart race and thighs clench. Then the swoop of it being released from the loops. I scream as it lands on my ass, making me pull on the ropes. “That was for your sarcasm yesterday.”Swat.“That was for your sarcasm today.”Swat.“And that one was because I can see how fucking wet your cunt is when I play with you.”
I’m gasping, body trembling, ass on fire, and sweating. I expected him to fuck my face for my sarcasm, and that was exactly why he spanked me like an unruly child instead. He wants to keep me surprised.
“Hmm? Tell me, doll face. Tell me you’re wet and want me to fuck you.” His hand goes between my legs, and I arch my ass up in the air even more, wanting his fingers inside my pussy.
“Please?” I’m more than willing to beg. The fact that my body pulls on the restraints proves he’s right when a moan escapes my parted lips at how helpless I really am.
Swat.“Don’t beg. Tell me.”
I sniff, my nose now running as the burning sensation intensifies on my backside. “I need…I need you to fuck me. Please, I need to get off.” My clit pulses, begging for his attention. I’ve been horny for years but never like this. The ache hurts so much I’ll do anything for him to soothe it.
“Look at you using your words, such a good girl.” His hand massages my stinging ass, and I moan, wiggling it the best I can. “But that’s not why I came over tonight. That’ll have to wait.”
I sag onto the table with a frustrated growl. I try to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing but can’t see shit with my hair down. I should have worn it up. It’s sticking to my sweat-covered face, chest, and arms. It’s itchy.
His hand drops between my spread legs, and he runs his fingers over my pussy and up between my ass cheeks. I clench them even though I know it won’t stop him.
His fingers disappear only to come back a second later, and this time, they feel…wet? “Haidyn…”
He pushes one into my ass, and I yank on the restraints, my breath momentarily taken away. “You think I’m only going to fuck your mouth and cunt, Charlotte?”
I whimper as he pulls it out and pushes it back in again. I try to pull away, but he’s got me tied too tight. There’s not enoughgive to get away from his touch. It just makes my pussy wetter and my need for him greater.
“Your pretty pussy will be the last thing I fuck.” He removes his finger, and I’m gasping, trying to prepare myself for his dick.
I know anal sex takes time. From what I’ve heard anyway. Surely, he’s not going to just fuck me right here right now. Probably. Men like Haidyn want to make women bleed. They like to take what they know they can’t have. And I’d never willingly give that up.
