Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“No need for it. We won’t be doing much talking.”
Fuck. Yeah.
My balls tighten. I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. “Have it your way. I have a feeling our bodies will be doing most of the talking anyhow.” I yank at my bowtie, untying it. She watches as I remove my suit coat and vest. I love how her eyes dilate as I unbutton the last button of my dress shirt and slide it off my shoulders. That’s right. Soak it in. Being a firefighter has its perks. One being my fit-as-fuck body. Her eyes fall to my chest, then lower as I unbuckle my belt. Dropping it to the floor, I work off my pants, pushing my boxers down.
Her intake of breath is music to my ears. That’s right. I’m well built in all areas. “What now, sweetheart?” She blinks, breaking the spell my friend below has her in. Her eyes drag up my chest and lock on mine. She licks her lips.
“On the bed.”
Yes, ma’am. This whole bossy thing is such a fucking turn-on. I bet she’s a hair puller and bites too. I make my way onto the bed and lie down.
“Hands above your head.” She walks back to the door and picks up the handcuffs and rope she dropped when I stole that kiss. I raise my arms and place them behind my head, chuckling at my dick. He’s standing at full salute, ready for the fun to begin. “Uh-oh, am I in trouble? Have to chain me up?” I’d let this little vixen gag me at this point—and I’d probably fucking love it.
“Oh, you’ve been super bad. I’m here to teach you a very, very important lesson.” She climbs onto the bed, her taut little body straddling me. My cock jerks, grabbing her attention. I consider myself a gentleman most of the time, but fuck, what I wouldn’t give for her to put those pouty lips around my cock.
“He likes you,” I say, hoping for the best. She seems kinky. A blow job is probably just her warm-up. Her snack before dinner. And I bet she’ll be the sweetest dessert.
“Oh, I’m sure he does. He looks so eager. Do you think he’ll fit? I’m so tight. . . ” She pulls her dress up, exposing her creamy thighs. My dick jolts again, fighting to get between her legs.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna ruin me before we even get started.” I lower my hands, needing to touch her, possibly help push her dress up faster, but she grabs at my arm, stopping me.
“No. I said I make the rules.” Without letting my hand go, she slides up my body along my aching cock. She leans forward, her breasts in my face, as she opens a cuff and snaps it around my wrist.
“You always this straightforward?” I ask, raising my other arm.
“You have no idea.” I hear the clicking of the other before she pulls back, rising above me. She adds in the rope, stretching my arms apart, doing who cares what. I’m too busy staring down her dress. I yank at the restraints, dying to pull down her dress and suck on her tits. She drops her mouth inches from mine. I raise my head to capture her lips, but she pulls away.
“Oh, come on. Just a little taste.”
Her hips sway in the most glorious, painful motion against my cock. A single finger runs down my bicep, resting at my nipple. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I open my mouth to answer, but two fingers press against my lips. “No talking. I need you to be a good little boy. I forgot something in the other room. Behave for me. And while you wait, think about all the naughty things I’m going to do to you. Filthy things. The more you beg, the better your reward.”
Another painful moan falls from my lips as she eases off me, making sure to slide over my cock. Her smile is mischievous. And sexy as hell. She pauses to stare for a beat, then winks at me before exiting the room.
Hell yeah. This is going to be a night neither of us will forget.
Chapter 2
Ben
The next morning. . .
I storm into the restaurant, ready to commit murder. Throwing my hood up, I tug at the sleeves of my sweatshirt to hide my wrists.
“Ben, over here,” Kip says, grabbing my attention. Great. I head toward the full table and throw myself into a chair.
“S’up, dude. How was your night?” Kip and Chase stare at me, their ears practically wiggling with anticipation. I look around the table, all eyes on me.
“What the hell are you all looking at?”
“We’re just curious. You disappeared on us last night.”
“I wasn’t feeling good. Went up to my room to crash.” And burn. Which is what happened. My hands shake as her face flashes through my mind. Her bullshit act. Her deceiving ploy. Leaving me handcuffed to the bed all night. It took until morning for the goddamn maid service to hear me yelling and open the door. If I hadn’t been so enraged, I would have cared that the poor woman had to uncuff me while I was buck naked.