I drove us to Bradley’s apartment, my hand coasting up and down his leg as I did. He could barely contain how excited he was, telling me how he’d missed me and my “sweet hole.”
“I’ve seriously missed you,” Bradley told me. “It’s been torture recovering without you and not talking. It’s been a lot to function without my hands. I’ve been dying to get off inside your little sheath. Have you been dying for my sword, Dollface?”
“More than you know,” I lied with a salacious grin.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” he growled before telling me all the ways he’d been trying to get off sexually without the use of his hands.
Because, of course, that was what he was focused on. It was the first time we’d been alone together since I’d left Oakley’s that terrible night, and he had nothing substantial to say. No apologies, questions, or concerns.
All he cared about was his dick.
I parked at his apartment and grabbed the bag I had stowed in the backseat before following him toward the stairs.
“What’s that?” Bradley asked with a cheeky grin.
I ran a hand up his chest and grabbed his shirt collar to pull his face close to mine. “Let’s go to your room and find out.”
“Fuck,” he practically moaned against my lips.
I huffed a small laugh and barely contained my eyeroll as I led the way to his apartment. I’d never seen Bradley move so fast, shutting us inside, and dashing to his bedroom with me on his heels.
“Doll, I’m so fucking happy you’re here,” he panted, the tent in his jeans painfully obvious. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I love you and want you so bad right now.”
“I bet. I’m feeling extra … what was it?Feisty? So …” I reached into the bag to produce black rope. “Wanna try being tied up?”
His eyes grew wider with excitement while he kicked off his shoes. “Hell yeah, I do.”
“Take off all your clothes for me,” I purred, pulling out the rest of the rope.
His cock sprang to attention as he tore his clothes off, and he leapt onto the bed where I tied his casted hands to each post and moved to the foot of the bed to tie his feet. Precum leaked from the tip of his pink cock, and he practically moaned as I finished securing all of his limbs.
“I thought this would be fun,” I said as I propped his head up with all of his pillows. “After all, I know you like being tied up.” Grinning deviously, I staddled his hips and teased his pecs with my nails. “Harper told me.”
Bradley’s flushed smile twitched before falling. “Why are you bringing her up?”
Why? It was part of my revenge. I’d asked Harper for the details of what happened between them, letting her know what I planned to do with the information. It had been painful listening to the details, because he had been my boyfriend that I loved more than anything at the time. He’d been lying to me, treating me like an idiot who waited around for a cheating prick. It was only because I’d moved on and found something far greater and deeper than the kind of love we’d had that I was able to overcome that pain and turn it into this—sweet vengeance.
I moved my hips against his erection, which earned me another small groan of delight from him. “Should I sit on your face like she did?”
“Would you stop it?” he hissed in annoyance, though his hips couldn’t stop shifting in an effort to get friction between my legs. “She’s a liar. You’re going to kill the mood if you keep going on about those baseless rumors.”
I shrugged. “Fine. I won’t talk about the times you cheated on me.”
I slid down his body, taking care to run my palms down his torso, around his twitching cock, and over his trembling legs. His dick bobbed, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Looks like you’re almost ready,” I surveyed from the foot of the bed. I tapped my finger against my lip as I feigned thought. “Ahh!”
Perking up, I went back to the bag to produce a gag. I held it up, and when I saw his obvious delight, my grin widened. I hummed happily as I moved to his head and secured the ball in his mouth before fastening it tightly behind his head.
“I believe Harper blindfolded you, but I won’t do that.” I yanked the knot harder than necessary before grabbing his face and turning it to mine. My sickly sweet smile fell, and I gritted out, “I want you towatcheverything that happens.”
I tossed his head to the side. He glared at me in confusion as I went back to the foot of the bed to stare at him head on. Silence fell, and my naked ex-boyfriend kept glancing between me and his stupid dick.
“Do you want me to touch you, Bradley?” I asked with a small laugh and shake of my head.
He nodded hard, even as perplexity swam in his blue eyes.
I sighed. “That’s all you’ve ever thought about, huh? That’s who you’ve always been. You made me feel like this was all I was worth.” I gestured at him with an unimpressed hand. “A boyfriend, who liked making fun of me with his friends. A partner, who only cared about their own needs and never mine inanycapacity. Sexual, emotional, mental. You made me feelashamedof my body, my mind, and my dreams.”
