I casually saunter up behind them, my heart now racing in my chest. I can’t fucking see, so I gently nudge my way through the small crowd until I’m at the room. There’s a large window that people are watching through and the door is cracked.What the hell?
“Why is the door open?” I ask the woman standing to my left.
She looks up and smiles. “They said we could watch. Well, he said and she agreed. They both seem pretty damn into it. They’re so hot together.”
Why do I care? I don’t. Do not look in that room, Raegan.
Before I can argue with myself more or talk myself down–because I clearly don’t listen–I’m at the door, peering through the crack to see what all the fuss is about.
My gaze is met with traps. The most delicious traps I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, those delicious traps belong to my husband. God, I’ve missed that body. It may have been twenty years since I’ve seen it, but still… it feels so familiar. A little beefier than I remember, but I’d recognize it anywhere.
He’s only wearing faded jeans, slung low on his hips, facing away from the door, and someone is on the other side of him but I can’t see her face. I can’t even see enough of her to tell if it’s–
Oh, fuck.I gasp.
Demetria.
Hayes steps to the side, revealing a very trussed up and blissed out Demetria on the bed.
She’s on her stomach, covered in rope. Her arms are tied behind her back and her calves are bound to her thighs. It’s around her breasts. Her waist. Her shoulders. Her hips. Her ass. Her bare pussy. Every strand is clearly placed with care and intention.
He moves to the wall and presses a button and everyone watching turns their eyes to the ceiling to see a round hoop descending slowly towards the bed. Hayes grabs it and makes quick work of attaching various loose strands to the metal hoop. The first connection is right at her back. The next is at her hips. The last… each of her legs. She’s completely hogtied and at his mercy and fuck if I’m not jealous, that he gets to have her like this.
And I’m pretty certain I know what’s about to happen next.
A deep throb settles between my legs at the beauty of it all. It takes all my effort to stop my foot from taking the first step that would lead me into the room so I could show him exactly how she likes it.
Her breathing is ragged and she can’t stop squirming.She always was such a squirmer.
He runs his hands slowly across every inch of her flesh before moving her again. She shivers against his touch and lets out a guttural moan.
“P-please, Sir,” she whines and my eyes volley back to him.
A low, dark chuckle is all she gets before he simply answers, “No.”
Her resulting groan is painful and needy. I’m going to assume that‘no’is him not allowing her to come. I’ve never been tied up tothatextent, but I’m suddenly curious about what she’s feeling. Is it really so pleasurable she’s begging for release already? Turns out he doesn’t need me to show him anything, after all. He’s got her right where he wants her.
Hayes presses another button and she begins to move slowly, lifting off the bed before he presses one last time causing her to move until she’s no longer nestled above the plush mattress. Instead, she’s over… nothing. Exposed and vulnerable. Her body hangs so beautifully. I’ve never seen anything quite so stunning. Frankly, the sight of my darling girl covered in rope like this has me itching to run my fingers along her sensitive flesh so I can tease her everywhere the rope touches. I want to do it more than I want relief from the pressure building between my legs. But I can’t.Fucking hell.
Once she’s fully suspended, he reaches for her and with the gentlest of touches, he nudges her to spin.
“Look at you now, Little Pixie. All tied up for me to have my way with you.” His voice is dripping with arousal as he taunts her. She can’t move much in her position, but I don’t miss those toes of hers curling and uncurling over and over while her head dips down like she’s doing everything she can to contain herself. “Is that what you want? For me to play with you?”
“I feel like we covered this already,” she sasses and I know where this is headed. She’s pissed he won’t give her the release she’s so desperate for so she’s about to let her inner brat out. I’ve seen it more than a few times.
“Ha!” A noise somewhere between a laugh and a squeal. It comes out before I can stop it and my hands immediately fly to my lips, saying a silent prayer that no one actually heard me.
When I see two sets of eyes laser-focused on me, I know I’ve failed.
My husband. My ex-girlfriend. Staring right at me.
My feet attempt to carry me backward, but there’s too many innocent bystanders for me to sneak out unnoticed.
I avert my eyes, bouncing them from wall to wall–like they can’t see me if I don’t look right at them–and search for something else to focus on. Anythingelse.
Hayes' smooth voice is the first to acknowledge me. “Raegan?”
So much for incognito.
