Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he says. There is definitely something bossy and commanding in his tone. Something new, different, and a little kinky.
His words send a fresh rush of heat through me. I’ve always been a people pleaser, but I’ve never had a man find a way to bring that aspect of my personality into the bedroom. I can already feel the potential of this dynamic, and I’m hungry for more. I want to please him. I want to be his good girl, and I even like how dirty that feels in my mind.
I wait, and Jameson slowly starts to take his tie off. There’s something deliberate and infinitely sexy about it. It’s in the way he’s watching me, eyes never leaving mine.
“Hands?” he says. It’s a request this time.
I tilt my head, then I see he has pulled a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand beside his bed. He’s dangling it, waiting and watching to see what I say. I think back to our texts where he joked about bringing handcuffs for him. I realize he might not have been kidding. “Will it hurt?” I ask. “I’ve never…” I trail off, embarrassed.
He steps closer. “Don’t worry,” he says. For a moment, I feel like he’s letting the commanding air drop so I know I can back out if I’m uncomfortable. “I don’t have a closet full of whips and chains and leather masks, if that’s what you’re wondering. I just… I like to take control.” He runs a fingertip down my cheek, eyes following its trail. “I know how to take care of your needs, and it’s easier if you give me all your trust. You sit back, I drive. Alright?”
I pull my lower lip under my teeth, nodding. I stick my hands out together for him. “Like this?”
He slides the cuffs over my wrist and squeezes them around me. He leaves enough space for a few fingers to fit between my skin and the cold metal.
“Arms up,” he says.
I obey, lifting my arms over my head.
His fingertips brush against my skin as he lifts my dress from my thighs to my neck. And then he pauses, looking at the way it’s stuck on the handcuffs.
He points a warning finger at me. “No escaping when I undo these.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling. “Do you… not do this often?” I ask, wondering why a man who has handcuffs beside his bed wouldn’t know to get me undressed first.
He smiles at his feet, dropping the bossy act for a moment. “Just got the cuffs after our text the other day. You gave me the idea.”
I laugh. I like that he got these for me.
He flips a hidden lever that releases the handcuffs without a key. I smile wider when I realize the handcuffs aren’t even escape proof.
“Hey,” he warns. “You didn’t see that.” He tosses my dress aside, then clicks the cuffs back into place and once again checks to make sure they aren’t too tight on my wrists.
He takes his time looking me over in my underwear. I watch his face. His full lips part and he breathes out, then he pulls his lip under his teeth. His jaw flexes and his hands lift, like he can’t keep himself from wanting to touch me.
Just like that, he’s back to the bossy version of himself. He’s hungry for me again.
I’m struck by how different this all feels. The date. The conversations. Even the silent moments. Especially this.
When Vaughn looked at me naked or saw me changing, I felt like he was searching for flaws. Jameson looks like he’s at an art gallery–like my body is a masterpiece he’s trying to fully drink in and appreciate.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes.
“It’s dark in here,” I say, unable to simply accept the compliment.
He puts a finger to my lips, locks eyes with me, then shakes his head. “Perfect,” he repeats. “Now turn around.”
I do as he says and feel him reach to the clasp on my bra. My bound hands are in front of me and I have to lift them so he can pull the bra away. My bra is strapless, so he doesn’t need to release my cuffs again this time. I’m not sure how he wants this to go, but I feel like the way he cups my breasts from behind and sucks in a raspy breath wasn’t part of his plan. It makes me smile to myself.
I like that he enjoys this little game of control. I also like that I’m screwing it up for him, even if it’s by small measures.
He slides a hand down from my breast to my belly and then over my panties. His fingers tease me, spreading wide to pass my clit and rub me. I find my back arching and my ass pressing into him. I’m surprised by how desperate I already feel to have him on me without restraint. The little game is fun, but I’m already craving the feeling of him inside me.