Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“You have five seconds,” he informs me. “One…two…”
Reaching down I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. Then I throw the wadded-up material at his chest. He lets it fall to the floor.
“Go put your hair up and meet me back in here.”
I storm out of the gym and walk through his house naked with my head held high. I’m pissed and excited at the same time. Fuck, I hate him. I hate the way he makes me feel. Now I can add jealousy to that list. Jealous of a woman married to his best friend. Haidyn probably gets to use her whenever he wants. Well, everything except for her pussy.
That’s something I can give him though. Fuck, I’m already making excuses as to why I would be the better fuck.
Entering the bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth. If he wants my hair up, he’s going to fuck my face. He likes to kiss me after he comes down my throat. Afterward, I throw my hair up in a high pony as he instructed and stomp my way back to his gym.
He’s sitting on a bench with a bag at his feet that wasn’t in here before. “Is this good enough for you, sir?” I can’t help it. I want a fight. He needs to dominate, and I want to submit to him. He’s just going to have to force it out of me. He wants a whore? I’ll give him one.
“Come here,” he orders, ignoring my attitude. Or maybe he’s going to fuck it out of me.
One can only hope he’ll take my mind off the brunette that I just watched him fuck in the ass.
I make my way over to him, and my pussy begins to tingle as his eyes devour my body. The man has seen me naked every day since he forced me to come live with him, and he continues to look at me like it’s the first time. “Remember what I told you sarcasm will get you?”
A face fucking. “I do.” I lift my chin, and his satisfied smile makes my heart race.
He unzips the black duffel bag and pulls out several pieces of black rope in various sizes. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, my pussy soaked. Anything to take my mind off that video.
“Arms behind your back.”
I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time as he starts to take the longer piece and begins to tie my wrists together. Then I feel him start to wrap it around my arms a little higher but underneath my elbows. It pulls my arms back farther than before. It gives me even less movement, and my breathing picks up. Once secure, he moves the rope up higher and above my elbows and does the same process. It pushes my chest out, and I moan at the lack of movement. It’s so tight, and I love it.
He turns me to face him, and he takes the rope over my shoulder and down the inner side of my breast. I turn side to side for him as he instructs as the rope rubs against my skin. Securing the rope around my chest as well.
When he’s done, he grips my ponytail and yanks my head back. I’m panting, my lips parted as I stare up at him, my eyes already heavy and pussy throbbing. I fight the rope, but it’s tied too tight. I can’t fucking move my arms an inch, and it makes me moan and my nipples harden.
“There’s my girl.” His free hand comes up to run his knuckles down my throat over my racing pulse.
My girl. They’re just words. She’s his baby girl…
“Hai-dyn.” My voice is rough at the position of arch in my neck. I try to swallow, but it’s hard.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. I open my mouth, letting him slide his tongue into mine and control the kiss like he does my body. His hand drops from my throat and falls between my legs.
Yes! I spread them wider, and his fingers play with my swollen clit. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am but I’m not. He knows how much tying me up turns me on. I’d be more embarrassed if I wasn’t soaking wet.
He pulls his lips from mine along with his hand, and my head falls forward when he lets go of my hair. He shifts me to the left before he grabs the bench that sits in the middle of a huge workout station and moves it out of the way. He grabs the bar that runs across the top of the workout bench and lowers it, locking it into a new spot.
Then he turns to face me, and both hands go to my face as he forces me to look up at him. “How do you feel?”