Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Charlotte at my mercy. Charlotte tied up for me to have my way with her.
I make a snap decision. “On the bed. Now,” I bark out.
She hurries across the room, bounding onto the bed until she’s on her knees, waiting anxiously. I see she’s into this probably more than I am.
I reach into my gear bag and draw out the coil of static-line—polyester sheath, low stretch. I run it through my hands once, checking for frays. I've got a half-dozen rope options in the kit, but this is the least abrasive against skin. It’s not rated for suspension work—no point rigging overhead when that’s not the play tonight. For a clean, secure bind behind her wrists, though? This line will hold exactly the way I need.
I advance, slow and deliberate—predator pace, measured breaths filling the room with anticipation. “You’re a very naughty girl, do you know that?” My voice is a low vibration, rolling across the distance between us.
She follows every step, pupils blown wide, lips parted. Candlelight flickers over her soft skin, over the hitch of her chest as she inhales. “I am, sir,” she answers, soft yet certain, the single honorific sliding into my bloodstream like liquid fire.
The effect is immediate—pulse spiking, muscles tightening, something raw and territorial unwinding inside me. Her obedience, her tease, flips a switch buried deep in my wiring. My heart kicks hard against my ribs—full tactical tachycardia—but this is no threat response. It’s need.
A growl rumbles out before I can leash it. I close the remaining space, letting the air thicken with promise, every sense fixed on the woman who just set my entire world to red-alert hunger.
My voice drops into command cadence, crisp and unmistakable. “Down on the rug. Face the windows—now.”
She moves without hesitation, silk pooling around her thighs as she kneels on the plush wool runner, then shifts so her back is to me. Moonlight filters through the glass and paints silver curves along the lines of her shoulders. The obedience, the trust, ignites a feral satisfaction low in my chest.
I unwind the coil of soft polyester line, the fibers sliding cool across my palm. “Wrists,” I instruct, and she offers her arms behind her, elbows slightly bent, fingers trembling in delicious anticipation.
I loop the rope twice, snug but not harsh, letting the smooth sheath kiss her skin. A quick double-column wrap—secure yet easy-release if she needs it. I test the tension with a gentle tug; she gasps, spine arching in a silent invitation. Perfect. A single slipknot sits against the inside of her wrist, ready to pull free in an instant if she so much as whispers my name the wrong way.
The sight of her bound and waiting unspools heat through every vein. Awareness sharpens: her breathing shallow, hair falling forward in soft waves, the flex of her shoulder blades. My own heartbeat hammers against my ribs—hard, heavy, a percussion of want.
I rest a hand at the small of her back, lips brushing her ear. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
“All I feel,” she whispers, voice lush with excitement, “is you.”
Control and desire collide, sparking bright behind my eyes. I draw a slow breath, steadying the storm, then lean closer, letting the night stretch taut around us—every second thrumming with the promise of what comes next.
We’re so close to the window that at any second somebody could walk by and glance this way and see us. For some reason that makes me uncontrollably feral. I want her this way, however, I want to see what my good girl can do with my cock sliding deep down her throat.
I stand before her, my heart pounding low in my eardrums. “I want to watch you suck my dick. Want to see how well you can handle this monster of a cock.”
She licks her lips as I move around her to where I’m standing right in front of her, my back to the window. “What if somebody sees?”
A smirk tilts my lips. “Nobody will be able to see you, sweetheart.” And from this vantage point, they wouldn’t. All they’d see is me. And I couldn’t care less. Let them watch.
She licks her lips and my pulse spikes. “Okay. I trust you, Asher. I want to make you feel good.”
“Perfect girl. You’re so fucking perfect.” I feed her my cock, letting the tip slip past her fuckable lips.
The moment she starts sucking, my knees nearly buckle. I keep my hand fisted at the base as she swirls her tongue around the head of my dick. Fuck. It feels so fucking good.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Swallow me deep down your throat.”
She continues sucking on me as my eyelids grow heavy with lust. My heartbeat hammers away in my chest as my release draws closer. She sucks cock like a pornstar, and I keep thrusting my hips, fucking her pretty mouth.