His thumb brushed her lower lip, dark eyes locked on hers for a long moment — and then he grabbed her hand, pulled her back to the walkway, and resumed their walk like nothing had happened.
“What was that?” she asked, voice shaky.
“I wanted a kiss. Also, I guess it was a thank you for the day.”
She didn’t want to sayyou’re welcome, so she told him, “Thanks for humoring me on the carousel.”
He gave a soft laugh, and then a slow, dangerous half-smile that made her stomach flip. “Oh, you’re very welcome, but you’ll end up humoringmeon something at some point, so remember that.”
Once in the car, Tuesday threaded her way through the interstate traffic, up and over the ridge cut, past the split, through the chaos of the Hamilton Place area, beyond Ooltewah, over White Oak Mountain, and then finally, the first Cleveland exit. She wasn’t trying to scare him, but his foot kept looking for the brakes, and his hand gripped his knee like he was making sure he didn’t reach out and grab the wheel.
Her peripheral vision let her see him visibly relax in the passenger seat when she hit the exit off the interstate, but shedidn’t comment.
Part of her hoped his anxiety was keeping him from scenting her arousal levels, which she couldn’t seem to get under control.
While she drove, her mind spun with memories of the last time he’d had her in his ropes, and she couldn’t help but wonder what cruel, wonderful thing he was planning for their evening.
He pulled his phone from his pocket a few miles from his house, and she figured he was opening the gate — and saw she was correct when they arrived. She drove through, it closed behind her, and he unbuckled his seatbelt while she drove up his steep driveway.
They both exited the car at the same time, and he gave her a long, assessing look before telling her, “Run upstairs and get a quick shower. You know how I’ll expect to see you waiting.”
Her stomach did a slow somersault that landed hard, but she nodded and headed inside.
She showered fast without getting her hair wet, dried, folded her clothes and shoes into her duffel, and then stood under the pulleys with her legs spread, arms locked behind her head, and chest pushed forward.
This time she waited longer.
The house was quiet. She could hear him moving around downstairs while she stood naked and exposed under the pulleys, wondering what he was doing, what he was planning, how far he’d take her tonight.
The memory of his kiss in the park kept flashing through her mind, mixing with the darker memories of howcompletely he’d taken her apart the last time. Taken her down to nothing but sensation.
Her clit throbbed. Her nipples tightened. Her shoulders were starting to ache from holding the position, but she didn’t move. She wanted this. She wanted whatever evil, horrible, wonderful thing he’d planned.
Eventually, she heard his boots on the stairs.
He stepped into the room, looked her over from head to toe with a slow, hungry gaze, crossed to the wall without a word, and returned to her with a shorter piece of rope than he usually used.
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“Grab your elbows behind your back.”
She did, and he quickly wound the ropes around her forearms, double-checking how snug it was before he knotted the ends.
“On your knees.”
She dropped without hesitation.
He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped, fisted her hair, fed her his cock, and proceeded to fuck her face. Her mouth.Herthroat.
She had the idea this was him slaking whatever need had built through the day. She was just a vessel in the moment, a warm body for him to come into. His hips pumped hard while he held her head in place, fucking her hard and deep, using her like a toy. He settled into a brutal rhythmthat had her gagging and drooling around him, fighting for air when she could grab it, but he didn’t speak.
He just used her. Fucked her. Simply took what he wanted, growling low in his chest when he finally buried himself deep in her esophagus and came.
When he finally pulled out, her throat was raw, her clit throbbed so hard it hurt, and she knew her face had to be a mess of tears and spit.
But he didn’t even look at her face. Merely told her to stand while he headed back to his chest full of torture equipment.
He returned with more rope and started with her ankles, creating sturdy cuffs and binding them firmly together.
