A harder pinch made me yelp.
My eyes widened and breathing quickened as he pushed my sleep shirt up to my waist.
He unraveled the rope, beckoning me to sit up, as his low, commanding voice liquefied my core.
“When we’re like this…When you’re at my mercy…” He slowly teased my shirt up and over my head, pulling it from my body before looping the rope around my wrists. Easing me back onto the bed, he leaned forward over me. “What do you call me?”
“Sir,” I rasped.
“Good girl,” he murmured in my ear as my body writhed beneath him. Tightening the rope, he did some sort of kinky voodoo to attach it to the headboard. “You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes.” When his eyes flashed to mine, I quickly corrected. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. You don’t want to be punished, do you?”
I mean…
Maybe a little bit.
But I wanted the orgasms more. “No, sir. I-I want to be your good girl.”
He kissed his way down my body, taking his time over my breasts and teasing me as he passed over the apex of my thighs. Continuing down my legs, nipping at my inner thighs, he turned me into a mess of need and desire by the time he wrapped his hand around my ankle.
By the time he finished binding my legs, my panties were soaked. Need throbbed relentlessly between my legs, but he didn’t touch me where I needed him.
He sat back and raked his gaze over me, making me wait.
I cried out when he finally cupped my sex, lifting my hips to press against his palm.
When he pulled it away, I thought I’d die from the anticipation. My heart raced. My arms and legs strained against their bonds.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He took off his shirt, tossing it aside as I drank in the way his muscles shifted and tensed.
From his broad shoulders, down his abs and to the cut of muscle in his sides, leading to the drawstring at his waist. He toyed with the tie while I stared, aching for what I wanted.
Just as he was about to give it to me, a knock at the door shocked us both.
His brow furrowed, and he looked between me and the door quickly like he wasn’t sure if he should untie me or see who was there. Quite frankly, I was so out of my mind, I thought he should just keep going. But I reined in my response as he called out.
“Who’s there?”
“Landon, it’s me. Kingston.”
I had no idea what time it was, but if Kingston was knocking, it was either earlier than I’d thought or something had woken him in the middle of the night. Either way, I nodded to Landon to open the door.
He arched a brow at the state I was in, but I shrugged.
For no ulterior motive whatsoever.
Landon went to the door but didn’t immediately open it. “Is it urgent?”
“No, not urgent.”
The question confused me, but it surprised me more when Landon cracked open the door and peeked out before allowing Kingston to come in. His eyebrows rose at the sight of me trussed up like a fancy meal. But the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and the way his eyes raked over my body, assured me he was into it.
“Why’d you ask him if it was urgent?” I directed the question to Landon as he came back to the bed.
