I needed to be Michael. If she knew who was behind this mask, the one who took her innocence, who saw her at her most vulnerable, she’d fucking murder me—I’d loseher.
She flinched when I raised my free hand to her face, then whimpered as I stroked a finger down her cheek, wet with her tears.
“Because I’m not ready to let you go yet, kitten. You’ve fallen into my trap, and it’s up to me to decide when you’ve had enough.” I held her chin between my fingers, making sure she didn’t look away. “I don’t think you’ve had enough. Wouldn’t you agree?” I tilted my head to the side, waiting for her answer.
When she nodded, a growl rolled out of me. “Use your words, kitten. Tell me you want more.”
I knew she was doing this to keep me happy, to hopefully earn some of my mercy when it came to whatever I had planned. That was fine. While she was being submissive out of preservation and necessity, it would eventually evolve into a habit, a need. She’d soon accept her place on her knees, pleasing me.
Her bottom lip shook when she let it pop free. “I—I…” She choked out a sob.
You can’t manipulate me with your tears, Avery. I’ve waited too fucking long for this.
“I want… more.”
My control snapped, and I reached for her arm, pulling her to her feet. She let out a soft cry but didn’t try to pull away.
I shoved her up against the tree, feeling a split second of remorse for the way she winced when her head bounced off the bark then started unraveling the rope as she watched, her eyes full of fear… and something else.
She was curious. Good.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, my tone rougher than intended, heavy with impatience.
I watched as she obeyed, her hands shaking as she removed her skimpy pajamas, each second feeling like an hour, fueling my eagerness to touch her again. I could already feel her crumbling around my fingers, losing all sense of herself as she fell into me.
My mouth was salivating by the time she was naked, her arms frozen at her sides, waiting for whatever came next.Fuck, she was perfect. I ached to kiss every inch of her, every curve, every dip—tasting her, marking her.
Before I let myself get too distracted, I continued my task. I closed the distance between us, leaving us inches apart, forcing her to look up at me. Her eyelids fluttered as I breathed over her, smelling her sweet vanilla body wash, the fragrance that had become my personal aphrodisiac.
When I moved out, I missed her smell so much, I bought her body wash to make my shower smell like her. Still, there was nothing like the real deal.
“Back against the tree.”
“Wha—”
My hand shot out to fist her hair, not giving a fuck about what she was planning to say next. The woman was testing every ounce of my paper-thin patience, and if my cock wasn’t sliding inside her soon, I was sure it would spontaneously combust.
Her lips parted with a pained yelp when I pushed her back against the tree. Her breathing grew labored as I tied one end of the rope around her wrist, looping it until I knew it would hold her, then walked around the back of the tree until I could grab her other wrist. I yanked the rope so her tied arm shot up, and I tied her free arm the same way.
I threw the remainder of the rope over a low-hanging branch and looped it under one of her knees, pulling it tight before knotting the rope over the top of her leg. She was fully exposed, her arms tied up and out of the way, one leg pulled up, spreading her so her pussy was on display.
Fucking marvelous.
Her body squirmed, tugging and testing the ropes. Tears streamed down her face, but the way her breath hitched when I drew close revealed just how fucked up she was too.
“Well, well,” I tutted in her ear. “What a pretty little toy you are.” I ran my hand across the tops of her breasts. “So fucking sexy.” I pinched one of her nipples, and she bit back a groan. “I need you to know I’d never hurt you—well, not in a way you wouldn’t like.” My hand slid down her stomach. “I need you to remember that tonight. Can you do that for me?”
I pulled away, and she turned to face me. After a moment, she nodded, and I smiled to myself.
“Good girl. Hold on to that promise, baby. Hold on tight. Because I’m about to hurt you, and you’re going to think you hateit, but you don’t, not really. Youloveit. My little kitty loves being used, isn’t that right?”
She nodded again slowly.
I pulled my hand away from her body, just to send my palm crashing down onto her exposed pussy. The sound was heavenly, as was the scream that followed.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her body bouncing on her free leg, trying to relieve the pain.
A tear fell from her eye, and I lapped it up with my tongue.
