Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
My mouth dries, and my hand shakes as I try to insert my key into the door. Tyler covers my hand with his to steady it and slots the key into place.
“Are you afraid?” he says into my ear quietly.
“Are you going to tie my hands and put me on my knees?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, I’m not afraid.”
He cups my jaw and turns my head to face him. Our gazes linger together for a moment before he nods and pushes open the door. “Go into your bedroom and take off all your clothes.”
“Even the stockings?”
“Yes. Then put the heels back on.”
I drop my purse on the kitchen table and glance over my shoulder. He’s standing at the door, slowly shrugging off his jacket, and a shiver runs through me.
It feels like, after everything we’ve done so far, every limit we’ve pushed, tonight is different. He’s no longer asking me to do things. He’s not even telling me. He’s demanding me, forcing me to submit to his will. Controlling me.
And I like it.
I disappear into my room just as he’s unknotting his tie. I swiftly remove my clothes and throw them on the ottoman at the end of my bed. I pull my heels on and stand. My reflection in my mirror catches my eye—my cheeks are flushed, my hair messed, and my nipples are puckered in the light chill of my apartment.
My eyes flick to the doorway. Tyler steps into my room, naked himself but for his tie wrapped around his fist. I peruse his body, each inch of his toned torso I look at making my breath speed and my heart pound a little faster.
His cock bobs as he walks toward me confidently. My eyes are drawn to his erection, and the sight of his naked body makes mine clench. He hooks two fingers beneath my chin and tilts it up, drawing my eyes to his. When our gazes connect, he lowers his hands to mine.
He unwraps the tie from his fist and slowly pulls my hands together. My chest heaves at the first touch of the satin against my inner wrists. Anticipation fills me, sending adrenaline rushing through my body with and excited fervor.
Tyler’s lips twitch as he ties the knot. Tightly. One more tug to make sure it’s secure and then he pulls me toward him. He inserts his cock between my hands and I curl my fingers around his shaft.
A light groan fall from his lips. “Get on your knees.”
He eases me down to a kneeling position and releases me. He wraps one hand around himself and strokes slowly. He’s teasing me, pushing my still-aching clit to a limit I didn’t know existed. I lick my lips.
My eyes are firmly on his bulging cock as he brings it toward my mouth. I part my lips and draw him into my mouth easily. My tongue flicks across the end of him and the bead of salty pre-cum there before dipping into the ridge just behind it and circling him.
Instinctively, my hands come up and my fingers brush the base of his erection, ready to grasp him and hold it steady. But he grabs my hands and shoves them down, threading his fingers into my hair after. He tugs my head back, making his cock fall from my mouth, and I gaze into seductively dark eyes.
“The only part of your body that can touch my cock is your mouth. Use your hands again and I’ll have to tie them behind your back. And believe me, that’ll be no good for you later.”
I nod. I wrap my lips around him once more, this time taking him right in my mouth. My tongue finds a vein pulsing at the side of his shaft and massages it, licking up and down it as I suck. Over, under, around—I leave no part of his cock untouched by my mouth or my tongue, drawing deep, low groans from him, hisses of breath, whispers of my name.
He forces my head forward, taking control of the moment. I’m bound, tied, unable to do anything but comply, do whatever he wants. Even as his hips move forward at the same time as my head and I’m forced to open my mouth wider to accommodate him, I don’t complain. Wordlessly, selflessly, willingly, I let Tyler fuck my mouth vigorously.
And then he swells inside me. I prepare myself for the inevitable hot, salty spurts of his come. Instead, he pulls me back by my hair, sending a dangerous thrill through my body, and bends down.
His mouth is rough against mine, and he stands me up against him. “Get over there and flatten your hands above the mirror.”
I look down at my hands and realized that he’s tied them differently. I can twist them in his tie but not remove them. Apparently I take too long examining my bonds because his palm connects with my butt for a second time tonight.