Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 99736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“It looks like you started without me with how out of breath you are.”
“Shut up. Can you grab the black straps from underneath and pull them through?”
I do as he says and bring the restraints out of the way of the mattress so Anders can put it down. When he picks up the straps and puts them on the bed, I realise the setup is pretty simple.
Two cuffs at the top for my wrists and two for my ankles at the bottom, connected underneath the mattress.
I eye the bed nervously. “Do we really need the ones for my feet?” That might be too much for me.
“Not if you’re uncomfortable with them.”
“Are you okay with just my hands?”
Anders nods. “I think so.”
We stay standing a few feet apart, neither of us ready to make the first move.
Act confident. Fake it until you make it.
I fake a smile and climb onto the bed, spread-eagle, and lift my hands above my head so he can tie me down.
Anders appears to appreciate me taking the lead. He might need to be in control, but I get the feeling he might need a little push. His confidence seems to grow with mine, so I tell myself to try to stop trembling from the mix of emotions filling the small distance between us.
Nerves, a heightened sense of awareness, and a whole lot of want swirls in my gut.
Anders is still fully clothed, adding to the power dynamic I’m yet to get used to. And when he fastens the cuffs to my wrists—similar in feel to the ones he used on me last night—the shift between us is even bigger.
All I can do is watch as he moves to the front of the bed and stares down at me.
My skin heats from my face to my toes.
“Okay, I’m gonna go grab something to eat. You good here?”
I know he’s joking, but I still fight against the cuffs. “Super funny.”
Anders laughs and removes his shirt instead.
My cock twitches, bouncing off my stomach.
Anders’ gaze goes right there, and the arrogant fucker smiles. “You’re really into being tied up, huh?”
I shake my head. “I’m really into you.”
Anders drops trou, taking his boxers off at the same time, and climbs on top of me before I get the chance to trace over him with my gaze like he did to me.
With a thigh either side of my hips, he sits so our cocks rest against each other, and his long torso is on display. His nipple piercings catch my eye, and I want so desperately to reach for them. Pinch them. I want to tell him to do it for me so I can watch, but he’s hesitating. It’s written all over his face that he doesn’t quite know where to go from here or perhaps he’s not ready.
“What do you want?” Anders asks, surprising me.
“Isn’t this about what you want?”
“I want you to tell me. I want you to talk because your voice is … your voice.”
I don’t mean to laugh, but it slips out. “My voice is my voice?”
“It’s a sexy voice.”
I’m not exactly great at the dirty-talk thing, but I get the feeling this isn’t about that.
“In that case … I was just thinking if I had the use of my hands, I’d tweak your nipples.”
“Like this?” He moans and plays with his pecs, rolling a barbell between his fingers.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“What else?”
“I’d take you in my hand and stroke you until you were begging for more.”
Anders’ warm eyes shine down at me, and he does as I say.
No more hesitance.
I realise that even though he needs control, he doesn’t want it. He gets off on not being in control.
It breaks my heart that he has to deal with that, but it also urges me to give him as much as he can take.
I watch him, and I imagine as if it’s my hands on him. That I’m doing the touching.
His eyes roll back in his head, and he starts moving on top of me but only small movements. I don’t know where to look—the blissed-out expression that makes him so goddamn beautiful or the sight of him fucking into his own hand.
With each move, he brushes against my cock, but it’s not giving nearly the amount of action I want.
“I think you should kiss me,” I say.
Anders leans over me, taking my mouth with his and giving me what I ask for.
“Rut against me,” I murmur against his lips.
He picks up his pace, our bodies grinding and frotting. His mouth breaks from mine, trailing over my skin and down my neck.
“Keep kissing me,” I order.
Anders obeys immediately.
“I like this new trick.”
He pulls back, hovering over me with a furrowed brow. “Huh?”
“Turns out if I’m tied up, I can basically get you to do anything.”
He smiles. “Wanna test that theory?”