Page 20 of Brazen Obsession

“You tempt me,” I whisper against her neck and carry her over to the bed.

“Fuck me, Finn.” She bites gently on my jaw.

I chuckle, but don’t give in. No, it would be easy to just fuck her and then pass her on to the next guy. Lose myself in her pussy, her ass, her mouth until she’s overflowing with my love. Maybe I should wait until we’re out of my father’s house to play with her fully. But fuck it.

I want my girl to scream down the walls of this place. To replace the cold isolation I always felt here with the warmth and love she’s always given me so freely.

I climb onto the bed and lower her onto her back. Her arms and legs stay wrapped around me tight, like she never wants to let me go. I won’t though. Let her go? It’s not an option. I’ll give her all the time she needs to adjust to the idea, but she’s mine.

No one will ever take her away from me again.

I take her mouth as I fuck in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. She’s mine.

When she arches into me and starts to tighten, I stop.

“What?” She looks up at me in confusion, but I just smile.

“I don’t want to come yet, flower. And I don’t want you to come either.”

Her brow furrows and she pouts. Fuck, this girl is everything to me. I kiss her before pulling out. I’m still fully dressed and she looks like a goddess with that dress spilling around her hips and her pussy bared for me.

My cock is still hard as I tuck it away and zip up my pants, leaving the button undone. I rub my fingers over my lips, imagining all the ways I can tie her. I pick up the rope and slide it through my hands as I walk over to the drawers. “You have safe words for a reason.”

It’s not just any room my dad put us in, but my room. I open the drawer and take out the EMT shears. They thud against the wood furniture as I set them out in the open where they’ll be easy to reach.

The others are spread around the room, watching us. They’ll get their turns. But first I’ll get mine.

“Sit up, Sara.”

Chapter 8

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Sara

My heartbeat is chaotic and every inch of me aches for Finn’s touch. When I sit up, he gestures with his finger to come to him. I turn onto my hands and knees and crawl to the edge of the bed, eager for what he wants to do to me. My dress slips over my hips, covering my throbbing core.

“Hold your wrists out in front of you.” He uses that commanding voice of his, sending shivers of anticipation to pool in my pussy.

This isn’t Wyatt demanding or Dante directing. This is Finn. The flirt. The tease. But right now, he’s in charge and it’s fucking hot. Kneeling with my butt on my heels, I do as he orders and he begins to loop the rope around my wrists before hitching it. He checks that he can fit two fingers between the ropes around my wrists.

Making a pleased noise, he lifts my arms up and behind my neck, guiding them with the rope. He tips my chin up, holding me in place with the rope behind my back. His green eyes are dark with lust.

“You’ll feel some discomfort, but if you feel any numbness or if something hurts, say yellow. We’ll pause and make sure everything is good before carrying on. If you need undone, say red or mercy. We’ll get you out quickly.”

He glances at the shears. My gaze follows his and I swallow. This is all new and there’s a bite where the ropes hold me. But I’m one hundred percent in. A little pain doesn’t scare me.

“Are you good to proceed, flower?”

“Yes.”

He gives me a smug smile. “Good. Let’s begin.”

It’s slow and methodical, almost mesmerizing. The way he draws the rope through his hands and guides it over my skin, wrapping it around my chest. Under my breasts. Over the tops. Crossed between them. It’s a fucking tease as his fingers graze me. His breath caresses my skin. I clench my thighs together, trying to ease the building ache.

No one speaks, like it might break the spell Finn is casting over all of us.

My gaze goes to the other three. Drew, Dante, and Wyatt. None of them are over here to take advantage of me while I hold perfectly still. But their eyes, fuck, their heated eyes are watching every movement. Finn tightens the rope and I hiss a little at the bite.