Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
She struggles against the bonds again, and I slide my hand under her hair to cup her nape. “Easy, Freckles. I don’t want you to chafe.” I stare down at her, massaging her neck and waiting until her breath deepens. “You’re quite obviously at my mercy here.” I pick up the bottle of peppermint oil I bought for the occasion and dab a bit on each of her nipples, then swirl it around to rub it in.
She blinks at me, then drags her lower lip between her teeth with a hiss when the burn starts to set in.
“I asked you a question.” I keep my tone casual and conversational, circling her without letting my fingertips stray from her body.
She squirms in her seat.
“There’s a story behind the photos, I can tell.”
Her belly puffs out and sucks in on a deep breath. “How can you tell?”
I smile. “Don’t answer a question with a question, zayka.” I pinch one of her nipples and hold it tight between my fingers until she gasps. I release it. “Talk to me. I want to know what happened.”
“Rob Sharke,” she gasps.
I stand in front of her and slide my hands up and down her thighs, squeezing every now and then.
“He shared photos of you?”
She nods. “He was my boyfriend in high school. Well, I thought he was my boyfriend. He was just trying to get laid—a total player. He took me to senior prom. I had sex with him.” She shrugs. “He broke up with me the following week.”
Now I understand why she hates players. I hate that she bundled me with such an asshole, but I get it. This is why she had to be roped into sex with a contract and a deadline. She’s afraid to give it freely now because it was taken in bad faith before.
I feel the spark of vengeance kindle in my gut. The need to hurt the asshole for her. “And the photos?” There’s a dangerous edge to my voice.
She nods. “You guessed it. The next summer I found out all the guys from high school had been privy to them. At least I’d already graduated, but I’ve never felt so violated.”
I straighten. “Tell me where to find him, and I’ll break both his arms.”
She lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“Perfectly sane. And very dangerous when truly angered. Give me a name, and he’ll pay for his crimes against you.”
She shakes her head. “That’s wrong, Nikolai.” Even so, I can tell she likes it. There’s a smile still playing around the corners of her mouth and ease returns to her body.
“Offer stands.” I return to tweaking her nipples. Then I pick up the little bullet vibrator I also bought and slide it between her legs. I move slowly, making her watch it and wriggle in anticipation. I tuck it between her nether lips, flush against her clit and she moans.
“You like that, little bunny?”
She moans louder.
I hold her throat lightly, tracing my thumb down the front of it. “Answer my question, zayka.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I leave her that way and walk behind her, out of her line of sight.
“Nikolai?”
I don’t answer.
“Wait, what are you doing?” A thread of panic rings in her voice.
“Letting you simmer,” I reply. “Remember that you don’t have permission to come.”
“Oh my God,” she moans. “This is crazy. You can’t do this to me. Nikolai?”
“Be good,” I warn.
I leave to wash my hands with soap to make sure the peppermint oil is gone before I move to the next stage of my plan. I put on her favorite song, “Low,” or at least the one she danced to in her kitchen because it has now become my favorite.
When I walk around to the front of her, she’s in a semi-trance like state, her head lolling, her eyes dilated. She rolls her hips slowly forward and back over the vibrator, looking like the most beautiful eye candy I’ve ever seen.
“Blyad,’ Chelle.” I give my dick a hard squeeze over my jeans. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She straightens her spine. “Then do it.” Her voice has a pleading quality. She squirms against the ropes. “Please, Nikolai.”
I’m convinced.
I walk behind her and start to untie her wrists. “I’m not going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours this time,” I warn her.
“Oh God,” she murmurs.
I grasp her throat from behind and bring my lips to her ear. “You ready to get your ass fucked by me?”
She whimpers.
“I think you are.” I pause in my untying. “Or do you need more time with the vibrator?”
“No,” she says quickly, then backpedals. “I mean, I don’t know... “
I chuckle. “You liked it last night when I fucked you with the plug.”
“You are so dirty,” she says like she’s offended, except I hear levity in her voice.
“You like it dirty,” I counter. I get her hands untied and work on her torso. The ropes were fun, and she looked beautiful, but now I can’t get them off her fast enough. “Next time I’m going to tie you in a position I can fuck you in,” I mutter and she laughs.