My phone bleeped its alarm on time. I fumbled for it as I made the final knot at the back of my head in the blindfold, catching hair that pulled. I didn’t care about the mess. I’d be a whole lot worse when he was done with me.
When we were done with each other.
In no way did I think that Ward escaped this night without repercussion either.
I tapped at the floor where I thought my phone was, and managed to turn the alarm off on the fourth try. The room fell silent. I sighed, leaning forward to where I'd left two pairs of rubber restraints.
One pair was too easy to pull off on my own. Two — less easy, more challenging as the rubber surfaces created grabby friction together. He would still want to add his own layers, or make his own design. Ward always did. This was just a starter pack. My offering to him.
I rolled the first pair of restraints over my wrists, loose and easy. The second pair was tougher. Those wiggled around as I pushed and tugged, and ended up jamming them over my wrists,panting. Hair tumbled over my cheeks, itching. I swiped it back, then stopped.
No. He’d like it like this, knowing I struggled. Suffered. That was Ward’s way. His rules.
His preference.
And so now, in my darkened state, I knelt without a timer, in a room that suddenly seemed huge and small even though I knew the dimensions well. Panic edged into my chest.It’s just my room.
But I can’t see.
I could hear everything. The birds outside. Traffic going past intermittently on the wet road. Cars stopping. Neighbours putting trash out. A dog barking.
The city shutting down, going to sleep.
My panic subsided as I counted out each noise, and I waited.
Until a door opened, and footsteps announced my visitor.
He’s early.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WARD
Thirty minutes to go.
My eyes were on the ice but my mind had left the building long ago. Long enough that I could be home, my gloved hands wrapped around Sia’s pretty neck while i fucked both of us within an inch of our lives.
After I teased her out of the orgasm I promised to deny her from earlier.
Tonight wasn’t only about pleasure, though that was the reward at the end of it. A year of build up, the ultimate edging sessions. Seeing her but knowing I couldn’t touch her, have her in any way until tonight…
That was enough to drive a man insane.
Maybe I crossed that line long ago. Maybe we both had.
Commands left my lips on automaton. Some of the most experienced players who had been with me for long enough recognised the inconsistencies, but for everyone else and the cameras watching—hell, maybe even Sia for all I knew—the act held together. Mostly.
You’d better be curled up on your bedroom floor, waiting for me, wife.
Just like she promised.
Otherwise, I’d happily add my handprint to her perfect ass cheek as recompense for that slight.
“Knox, you’re off. Incarsen, swap him out.” The plays ran around in my head as the scores tallied up. We were in front, just. And if we played hard, played well, we’d keep it that way.
Twenty-three minutes to the bell.
Thirty-eight minutes until her body filled my gloved hands.
