Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
He smiled. “I guess we could…as long as you agree to let me experiment with anything I want while we’re here.”
Whoa! Anything? Anything wouldn’t work for me. Nope. Not anything.
Hell, anything but that.
“I don’t share, Ari. Sorry. If you need to experiment with other men, then we’re going to have problems.” That wasn’t fair. I knew it wasn’t fair, but didn’t care. It would kill me to see Ari with another man. It had been sheer torture when I’d just thought he was moving on without me. Watching it would be too much.
“That’s fine.”
He climbed out of my arms and out of the chair, causing panic to rip through me. When he merely turned his body around so he could straddle my lap, bringing our bodies and lips so damn close that I had to bite down my dominant growl that tried to escape. He moved his head lower until our lips almost touched.
“That’s fine, Eli, because I don’t share either. While we’re on this ship, we belong to each other.”
I didn’t like the while we’re on this ship part of that statement so I ignored it. “Agreed.”
“And I get to try anything I want.”
“Agreed.”
“I love getting my way!” He did a little bounce of excitement, causing our cocks to bump against each other.
I considered a fun-filled frotting episode but changed my mind and decided to try a quick test of Ari’s so-called desires regarding exhibitionism. He’d mentioned it several times, so I couldn’t help but want to see if he was really ready to put his money where his mouth was…on a much smaller scale than the upper deck.
“Let’s see how brave you are, Ari. Want to?”
His eyes blazed. “I’m very brave, Eli. If you’d stuck around, you’d know that about me.” His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. “Oops. I was supposed to let that go while we’re on the cruise. My bad.”
I chuckled. “You don’t look very contrite, angel.”
“Tell me why you call me angel, and I’ll adjust my features to show proper shame.”
“Nope,” I answered. “Let’s give you the chance to put your money where your mouth is and prove to me that you’re ready to step out of your comfort zone.” When he merely smiled at me, I held up a finger, indicating I wanted him to wait, and disappeared inside our room. Explaining why I had ropes to tie him up with might be difficult to do, but I was willing to take the risk—the need to see him in my ropes was stronger than dealing with the possible clusterfuck the truth could cause. I fumbled through my costume bag, my hands trembling slightly from the desire flowing through my body, and found the dark green ropes. They’d be beautiful with his eyes.
When I stepped back onto the outside balcony, he’d moved positions slightly so that he was now facing the door. His cock was thicker and harder than it’d been before I’d gone inside. His bottom lip fuller and his eyes darker. The little sneak had played with himself the few minutes it had taken me to dig out my ropes. Well, he was about to pay for that bit of rebellious naughtiness.
His eyes widened when he saw the length of rope in my hand. “Why would you bring rope with you…and what do you plan on doing with it?”
I stalked toward him. “I brought rope with me because clearly I’ll need it when dealing with you. Did you touch your cock while I was inside, angel? Nibble on that bottom lip while doing it, perhaps?” I knelt in front of him, grabbed both his ankles, and tugged his legs wide apart. He tried to close his knees to grant himself some privacy, but I pushed them back open. “Nope. Legs wide apart.” I looked up at him and held the rope up for him to see. “Does the rope scare you?”
He shrugged in a failed attempt at looking nonchalant. “The rope doesn’t scare me…or turn me on.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want you to be scared…or turned on,” I added sarcastically as I looked down at his hard cock. I wrapped the rope around his right ankle three times and looped it into a knot. “Put your foot up to where your knee is bent and your ankle is resting next to the arm rest of the lounge chair.” I helped maneuver him into the position I wanted and then looped the rope around the metal. “Now put your hand on the arm rest, angel.” He hesitated for a split second and then dropped his arm onto the metal. I quickly looped the green rope around his wrist, securing it to the metal, and on the third loop, I included his knee to ensure he kept his knees spread wide.
“Wow. You’re…uh…handy with a rope.” His eyes narrowed. “I don’t recall anyone saying anything about you joining the Navy, and I know they wouldn’t have let you into the Boy Scouts.”