Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
It felt good having her here, in my place, in my hands.
But our evening had gone off the rails, and I’d promised to make it up to her, and I was going to make good on that right fucking now.
She let out a cute little yelp of surprise when I bent and swept her up into my arms. Her eyes were wide, and wild, lit with excitement as I marched toward my bedroom. I had no idea what expression I wore.
Maybe it was determination, because that was how I felt.
Once we made it through the doorway, I found the light switch and clicked it on. It hadn’t been easy to do with her in my arms, but I managed, making the small table lamps on either side of the bed spring to life.
As I strode forward, she gazed up at me like I was all she could see.
When I reached the bed, I deposited her on top of it. I’d made it this morning, smoothing the gray satin comforter into place, hoping we were going to end up here. As soon as she hit the mattress, she began moving. She climbed up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, planting a kiss on my lips.
Charlotte had probably meant it to be a long, deep one, but I had other ideas.
“Can I ask you something?” I said while grasping the bottom of her shirt and urging it up.
She lifted her arms, and her pretty blonde hair splashed around her shoulders as I pulled her top off. She wore the same black bra from our first night together all those months ago.
“Oh, shit,” I commented. “I think this one’s my favorite.”
“Is it?” She laughed as she clenched fistfuls of my shirt, dragging it upward. “What do you want to ask me?”
My pulse quickened, but I did my best not to show it. I focused on getting her out of her shorts next and kept my tone casual. “What’s your stance on being tied up? Like, say I wanted to do that and,” I put emphasis on it, “play with you.”
Her expression shifted. This was how I expected her to look whenever she found out one of her videos had gone viral. Her smile was wide, but she pulled it back into mock seriousness. “I’d say my stance is very pro ‘being tied up.’”
“Good.” I’d been fairly confident she was going to give me a yes, but the confirmation was still really fucking nice to hear, and I was thrilled she trusted me enough to try it.
She stayed still, up on her knees on the edge of my bed, as I undid the zipper of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips. When she sat to the side to take them the rest of the way off, I strode to the nightstand and tugged open the top drawer.
Her gaze followed me as I did it, and she said nothing when I pulled out two pairs of leather cuffs, dropping them one-by-one onto the mattress beside her with quiet thuds.
But I heard her sharp intake of breath, and the atmosphere in the room began to thicken.
“Okay?” I asked.
Her gaze traced the thick, leather cuffs that were held closed by silver buckles and had a ring dangling from the center. Her focus lifted to me, a sexy smile tilted her lips, and she offered her wrists to me.
Well.
That was way hotter than I expected it to be.
I picked up one of the cuffs, holding it for her to slide her wrist through, then tightened the buckle. One down, three to go.
It didn’t take long to get the rest done, and I liked how she waited silently and patiently for me to do it, as if she were trying so hard to be a good girl.
I motioned toward the pillows. “Lie down. Center of the bed.”
My satin comforter rustled as she slid across it, pulling one of the pillows to the center so she could rest her head on it. While she got into position, I lifted the corner of the comforter, bent, and reached between the mattress and the box spring. I found what I was looking for immediately and pulled out the black strap I’d tucked there earlier today. There were four straps in the restraint system that I’d secured to my bed frame, and each had a sliding clip dangling from its end.
She made a soft sound of amusement. “Funny. I never noticed that whenever I was making this bed.”
“It’s new.”
I clipped the strap onto the ring at her wrist, strolled to the foot of the bed, and hooked a finger in the ring on her ankle cuff. I gave it a jerk, pulling her leg toward me as I found the second strap and attached it.
Her gaze followed me as I walked around the end of the bed and repeated the action with her other ankle. I left her wrist for last, giving her a few more moments of freedom before clipping her in. And just for fun, I gave this strap an unnecessary tug, pretending to test its strength, before giving her satisfied look.