Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He deserves someone to take care of him. And I feel all warm and hopeful, imagining that that someone is me.
But it’s overwhelming, too. He’s only been in my life a short time. It’s been so much, so fast, and I’m afraid of how much I’m leaning on him.
I don’t know what to do with any of it.
I can’t think over the ache in my core.
He thinks he can tease me and leave me? I can take care of myself.
I sink into the pillows and slide my hand between my legs. My own fingers are small and dainty compared to Jaeger’s rough digits. I use my free hand to pinch my nipples. The spark of pain gets me closer to the edge.
“Ah, ah.” Jaeger leans over more, grabbing my wrists. He straddles me—yay!—but instead of sinking into my wet folds and punishing me with hard thrusts of his cock, he pins my arms over my head and fiddles with something on the headboard.
Then he moves off me. I go to move my arms, but they remain overhead. “What the—” I crane my head. He buckled cuffs around my wrists, leaving them chained to the headboard. I try to reach my right hand to my left to see if I can undo the cuffs, but the chain is just short enough that one hand can’t reach the other.
“Jaeger?” I wrack the chains, making them snap against the wood. “What is this?”
He sets a hand on my thigh. “No touching.” He leans in to kiss me. I growl and turn my head, and his stubble prickles against my cheek instead.
He rises and pulls on his shirt, completing his usual uniform of jeans and a T-shirt. Meanwhile, I’m naked, trying to pull myself up to see if I can loosen the leather tongue of the buckle with my teeth.
“No.” He returns, grabs my left ankle, and pulls me back down. I try to kick him, but he holds me easily while he fishes at the foot of the bed for more restraints. I end up with my left ankle cuffed and the rest of my body immobilized with a strap around my midsection.
“There.” He places a pillow under my right ankle, elevating it. I twist, but I can’t move far.
I’m panting when he walks around the bed, checking each of my bindings and testing the circulation in my fingers. My outrage made my orgasm die, but something about his proximity, his scent, and the fact that I’m tied down scrambles my mind. My pussy throbs with need.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask to keep from begging him to touch me.
“I’m making sure you can’t touch yourself.” He swipes his fingers between my legs, grazing my folds and making my thighs quiver. He licks my taste off while he holds my gaze. I flush but grow panicked when he turns away.
“Jaeger.” I tug the bindings. “I need you.”
“I know.” He stalls in the doorway. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” I wrestle with the cuffs in earnest, but they hold fast. “Don’t leave me.”
“Don’t worry, bunny.” He shows me his phone. On it is an image of me as I am now, in bed. He points to the ceiling in the corner of the room. “I have a camera. I’ll monitor you the whole time.”
Un-fucking-believable! “Jaeger, if you leave, so help me—”
“Bye, bunny.” He closes the door.
I sag back onto the bed. That bastard!
I wait for him to return, but the minutes drag by. There’s no clock in his room, so I can only guess the time by how the brightening light under the crack of the door shows the sun getting higher in the sky.
I spend a while trying to wriggle into a position that will let me reach the cuffs, but it’s no use. I end up sweaty with my arms and left thigh sore from straining against the chains.
A million years later, the door creaks open, and Jaeger appears holding a black cloth bag.
“Still here, bunny?” he chuckles. “Of course you are.” He sits down and holds a bottle of water to my lips.
I glare at him but drink up. He gives me the full bottle and then feeds me a smoothie with a straw. He unties me long enough to go to the bathroom but then carries me back to bed and ties me up again.
“Are you going to leave me like this again?”
“Yes. Still hungry?”
I shake my head.
“You’re being so good for me.” He reaches into the black bag and pulls out a pink dildo affixed to a set of black leather straps. “Let’s see if we can make this more interesting.”
“Jaeger, please—” I struggle, but I can’t stop him from pinning me and slipping the dildo inside me. I’m so wet it glides right in, and I moan at how it fills me. It’s nice, but not enough to let me orgasm. He finishes buckling the small straps around the tops of my thighs and securing the harness that keeps the dildo inside me.