Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
His hard gaze was on mine, a muscle ticking in his jaw with some barely suppressed anger, as his fingers went to the hem of my shirt, pulling it out of my pants, then ripping the material up and over my head.
Why was I standing there?
Why was I letting him do this to me?
Why was the anger in his eyes making my belly feel liquid?
His hands went to my waistband next, pushing the button free, then the zip, before pushing the material down.
I stood there, frozen, as he suddenly leaned forward, pulling off each of my heels, then lifting each of my legs to remove my pants fully, before standing again, his gaze once again on my face.
That was the strangest part, wasn’t it?
I was standing there in a bra and thong.
And he wasn’t even looking.
I thought he was done, he’d paused for so long.
But then he was moving around my body, his fingers grabbing the band of my bra, and unclasping it.
The material loosened and fell forward, then slipped to the floor completely.
A shiver coursed through me.
I wanted to believe it was a chill.
But I felt like I was suddenly on fire.
Julian was still behind me when his fingers slid across my lower back, tracing the thin material of my thong, before grabbing it at the apex of my ass, and dragging it down until it freely fell to my feet.
“Get on your knees, Scarlet,” he demanded, voice low, but commanding, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
And I just… did it.
Again.
After talking to myself all day about how it was a fluke, that it was never going to happen again.
“Good,” he murmured as he moved around me and my chin went up as my gaze moved down.
I don’t know how long I sat like that.
But it felt like forever.
“Come,” he demanded as he turned away and walked toward the couch, and some part of me wanted to mouth off, to do anything but what he demanded. “Don’t make me tell you again,” he said, that growl back in his voice.
Then I… I did it.
I went to him.
On my hands and knees.
Bare ass naked.
As soon as I was near him, back in the position I knew he liked, he reached for something I couldn’t see, then moved behind me.
I had no idea what he was planning.
Until I felt something close around one wrist.
Then the other.
Then something close around each ankle.
Cuffs?
Leather cuffs?
I didn’t have any time to wonder about that, though, before I heard Julian clip something to one of the wrist cuffs, making a sound like Hugh’s leash did when I clicked it on his collar.
My belly wobbled as there was another click.
Then, my body was being pulled backward, my shoulders pinching toward each other, my back arching backward and down.
Another click.
Then a fourth one.
Did he just… did he just… hogtie me?
Did I just let him hogtie me?
“If you can’t be trusted to stay where you know you are supposed to be…” he said when he was finished, and took a step back to admire his work. I could practically feel his gaze on my back and ass. “You will be restrained,” he said.
Then, with nothing else, he walked away.
I was too stunned to say anything, just listening as he took Hugh out onto the balcony to do his business.
When the dog came back in, he made a beeline for the bedroom, likely exhausted from playing with his friends all day. Too tired to worry about why his mom was naked and restrained in the living room.
“When are—“ I finally found my voice to start to speak to him after listening to him make himself coffee in the kitchen.
“You don’t have permission to speak,” he cut me off. Tone calm and cool.
And I didn’t… I didn’t try to say anything again.
Not even as he moved back toward me, stepping over me to sit down on the couch with his coffee, scrolling through something on his phone.
Completely ignoring me.
But… wasn’t the point of all this… BDSM stuff about, you know, sex?
Why was he acting like I wasn’t even there?
“What is this—“
“I will gag you if you don’t behave,” he cut me off once again, just scrolling away at his phone.
“You aren’t even looking at me,” I said, hearing a whine in my own voice, and really hating the sound of it.
“You haven’t earned attention,” he told me. “When you learn to submit, you will have as much attention as you want. Right now, you are being punished. You deserve this,” he added, gaze finally cutting over toward me. “Don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Because, in a way, I had expected consequences of my actions. I just hadn’t anticipated that I would submit to them. I thought we were going to yell and fight and that I would eventually run him off.