him.
Bastard .
So be it.
She leaned to the left, her breasts jiggling as she toed off her shoes. Now she was at least two inches shorter.
He felt like he towered over her. It made him want to toss her onto the bed and consume her.
“Take off the panties. Leave the rest. Then take off my clothes.”
Her head tipped to the side, her braid falling over her shoulder. “That’s an awful lot of demands.”
“All you have to say is no.”
She thought about it. He saw her weighing the pros and cons and he hoped like hell that the pro column came out ahead. If it didn’t, he’d have a world-class case of blue balls.
After what seemed like an eternity, she moved her hands, her thumbs catching in the strings of her bikini panties, which then disappeared down her legs.
His chest contracted until he thought he wouldn’t be able to breathe. When she reached for the hem of his t-shirt, it released in a rush.
He raised his arms to allow her to pull the shirt over his head, trying not to wince as that dark gaze made a thorough catalogue of his scars.
Yes, she’d seen them before but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to anyone looking at what had once been flawless skin.
She reached for his jeans as soon as the shirt dropped from her hands and finally his cock got some relief from the tight denim. Which hadn’t seemed that tight when he’d put them on this morning.
His lungs began to work overtime as she went to her knees, dragging his jeans and underwear with her. With her mouth only inches away from his cock, his fingers curled into fists at his sides so he didn’t reach for her and pull her mouth to his erection.
Her breath brushed against his abdomen, hot and moist, before she rose again.
As if she’d realized the balance of power was shifting, she looked up at him through her lashes. Overtly sexual. Devastatingly hot.
“I believe you said something about tying me to the bed.”
Fuck . His cock jerked, his balls tightening until he could barely stand it.
“Pull the comforter off then lie face down on the sheets.”
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth but he shook his head. “Do it.”
With a raised eyebrow, she went.
Jules grabbed the comforter and pulled it to the foot of the bed then crawled onto the mattress and lay on her stomach.
Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let him tie her down and do whatever he wanted to her?
Had she finally lost her mind?
Or was this some sort of weird reaction to having sex with Keegan earlier? She’d fucked him so she had to fuck Erik too?
Or was she just that horny?
She thought maybe it was a combination of all of the above. And right now, she didn’t care.
She burned. All over. Her breasts ached. Her pussy ached. Sex with Keegan hadn’t been enough.
How screwed up was that?
The sheets felt cool against her skin and her nipples puckered almost painfully.
“Reach for the top of the mattress and spread your legs.”
Swallowing heavily, she did what he wanted. The cool air on her pussy almost made her close her legs again.
She heard Erik moving around, felt the mattress shimmy beneath her then something soft wrapped around one ankle. Sucking in a sharp breath, she tensed when he tightened the strap, tugging her leg closer to the edge of the mattress. Seconds later, he’d strapped her other ankle and tightened that one, leaving her legs spread wide.
“I’m going to do your hands together. Let me know if it’s uncomfortable and I can split them.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice. She couldn’t catch her breath and she didn’t want Erik to think she was frightened. She wasn’t.
Turning her head, she watched him reach between the mattress and the headboard and draw out a wide black strap with double cuffs.
When he had her hands restrained, he stepped back to look at her. His cock stood almost straight up and made her breathe even harder.
If he didn’t touch her soon, she might cry.
And that would be utterly
Bastard .
So be it.
She leaned to the left, her breasts jiggling as she toed off her shoes. Now she was at least two inches shorter.
He felt like he towered over her. It made him want to toss her onto the bed and consume her.
“Take off the panties. Leave the rest. Then take off my clothes.”
Her head tipped to the side, her braid falling over her shoulder. “That’s an awful lot of demands.”
“All you have to say is no.”
She thought about it. He saw her weighing the pros and cons and he hoped like hell that the pro column came out ahead. If it didn’t, he’d have a world-class case of blue balls.
After what seemed like an eternity, she moved her hands, her thumbs catching in the strings of her bikini panties, which then disappeared down her legs.
His chest contracted until he thought he wouldn’t be able to breathe. When she reached for the hem of his t-shirt, it released in a rush.
He raised his arms to allow her to pull the shirt over his head, trying not to wince as that dark gaze made a thorough catalogue of his scars.
Yes, she’d seen them before but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to anyone looking at what had once been flawless skin.
She reached for his jeans as soon as the shirt dropped from her hands and finally his cock got some relief from the tight denim. Which hadn’t seemed that tight when he’d put them on this morning.
His lungs began to work overtime as she went to her knees, dragging his jeans and underwear with her. With her mouth only inches away from his cock, his fingers curled into fists at his sides so he didn’t reach for her and pull her mouth to his erection.
Her breath brushed against his abdomen, hot and moist, before she rose again.
As if she’d realized the balance of power was shifting, she looked up at him through her lashes. Overtly sexual. Devastatingly hot.
“I believe you said something about tying me to the bed.”
Fuck . His cock jerked, his balls tightening until he could barely stand it.
“Pull the comforter off then lie face down on the sheets.”
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth but he shook his head. “Do it.”
With a raised eyebrow, she went.
Jules grabbed the comforter and pulled it to the foot of the bed then crawled onto the mattress and lay on her stomach.
Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let him tie her down and do whatever he wanted to her?
Had she finally lost her mind?
Or was this some sort of weird reaction to having sex with Keegan earlier? She’d fucked him so she had to fuck Erik too?
Or was she just that horny?
She thought maybe it was a combination of all of the above. And right now, she didn’t care.
She burned. All over. Her breasts ached. Her pussy ached. Sex with Keegan hadn’t been enough.
How screwed up was that?
The sheets felt cool against her skin and her nipples puckered almost painfully.
“Reach for the top of the mattress and spread your legs.”
Swallowing heavily, she did what he wanted. The cool air on her pussy almost made her close her legs again.
She heard Erik moving around, felt the mattress shimmy beneath her then something soft wrapped around one ankle. Sucking in a sharp breath, she tensed when he tightened the strap, tugging her leg closer to the edge of the mattress. Seconds later, he’d strapped her other ankle and tightened that one, leaving her legs spread wide.
“I’m going to do your hands together. Let me know if it’s uncomfortable and I can split them.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice. She couldn’t catch her breath and she didn’t want Erik to think she was frightened. She wasn’t.
Turning her head, she watched him reach between the mattress and the headboard and draw out a wide black strap with double cuffs.
When he had her hands restrained, he stepped back to look at her. His cock stood almost straight up and made her breathe even harder.
If he didn’t touch her soon, she might cry.
And that would be utterly
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