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)
“Maybe I’m a cowboy and I wrangle cows for a living,” I suggested as I made certain his ankle, wrist, and knee were all secured in a way that kept him immobile but wouldn’t hurt him in any way. “Do you know how some cowboys turn a bull into a steer?” When he didn’t answer, I kept talking. “They wrap incredibly tight bands around his ball sac until the balls eventually wither away and fall off.” I heard him gasp as I worked the rope under his leg and then wrapped a couple loops around his balls…loose enough to not hurt him but tight enough that he’d know the rope was there. Smiling up at him, I added, “That is, of course, not what I’m doing here…and I’m not a cowboy.”
“Shit, Eli, what the hell are you doing?”
He looked scared. “Do we need to stop?” Scaring him was the last thing I wanted.
“No, we don’t need to stop! I just need to know what in the hell you’re doing with my balls, man! I’m kinda partial to them. Oh, and keep your freaky stories to yourself. Wither away and fall off, my ass,” he grumbled.
Then, in a move that only made me love him more, he lifted the leg that I hadn’t secured yet, placed it against my chest, and pushed me back a few inches. “Now, tell me why you did that or I’m going to kick you hard enough to break your collarbone…sweetheart.”
“Hmmm, when you ask so nicely, how could I refuse you anything?” I mocked playfully. “The rope around your ball sac will prevent you from coming until I release you from my bindings and the thickness of the rope makes your beautiful cock stand up even more proudly.”
He glanced down at himself and retorted, “Well, I can’t argue with that. Proceed.”
Fuck, I couldn’t believe the difference a short twenty-four hours had made in our relationship.
In a few short moments, I had his left side secured exactly like his right, leaving him spread wide and exposed. A blush colored his cheeks, but his eyes dared me to say anything about it. I stepped back and admired my work. There wasn’t nearly enough rope painting his body, but this would do in a pinch.
“What? Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?”
“Maybe. You’re gorgeous this way.” I held up a finger and said, “Almost perfect. Give me a second.” I went back into the room, dug through another bag, and pulled out a vibrating butt plug with a large green jewel on the tip and some lube. Stepping back onto the balcony, I held up the plug and asked, “Are you okay with this?”
His blush deepened. “I’d prefer your cock, but I guess a toy will work.” He frowned. “What is that, anyway? What’s the green thing?”
I squirted some sanitizer onto my hands, scrubbed them, and then squeezed a generous amount of lube into my palm. As I walked toward him, I rubbed the lube onto the butt plug to ensure it was nice and slippery. “The green thing, as you call it, is a crystal—partly for decoration and partly for pleasure.” Kneeling down, I tapped the crystal he’d asked about. “Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy this will look when it’s deep inside you, nothing showing but that beautiful green jewel?”
“Uh…sure…I guess,” he stammered.
It wasn’t quite fear—maybe more like a sudden case of nerves. I put more lube onto my finger and caressed his tight pucker until it was slippery, and his breath was coming in short gasps. After the first few seconds, he’d thrown his head back and moaned. He was fucking beautiful.
Sexy.
Perfect.
Mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Now’s your chance to back out,” I told him.
His head leveled again to make it possible for him to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark with passion as he peeked up at me from heavy-lidded eyes. “Do I look or sound like I want you to stop? Stop treating me like a powder puff, Eli. I’m a man. Just because I don’t have a lot of experience doesn’t mean my passion isn’t as strong or all-consuming as yours can be.”
Chuckling, I answered, “Then relax, angel. Let’s have some fun.” Slowly, I pushed the plug deep inside of him.
Chapter Nine
Ari
Out of sheer will and determination, I kept my eyes locked with Eli’s as he slid the plug past my ring of muscles…and then kept going. The fullness was new, painful, and absolutely glorious—everything I’d imagined it would be. No, I’d never allowed myself to hope my first time would be with Eli, the man I’d always loved and would probably love until the day I died, but now that it had happened, I knew he had ruined me for any other man in the future. Five days. He was mine for five days. In five days, I’d go back to the loneliness that consumed me for the majority of my life.