Page 46 of Taming Scarlet

My cock was throbbing by the time her whole body seemed to loosen up. Except her thighs that she was pressing together hard, trying to ease the need there.

“Come on,” I said, standing, and reaching for her hand, and helping her off the bed.

I had everything I needed in the bathroom already.

“What’s—“

I cut her off by pointing above her head as we stepped into my bathroom.

I’d been busy while she’d been avoiding me the day before.

Running home to grab supplies and my tools, then dragging the dining room chair to the bathroom to install a ring in the ceiling.

Another set of restraints was strung through, somewhere between the bed restraints and the hogties in firmness.

“Give me your arm,” I demanded, holding mine out as the other pulled down one side of the restraint.

And she did.

Without question or complaint.

Maybe she wouldn’t be as difficult as I first thought.

A whimper escaped her as I reached for her other arm, something that made the restraint draw upward, forcing her arm over her head.

“You’ll remember this the next time you think about trying to run away from me,” I said, voice soft because she was being good.

With that, I turned away, walking into the shower niche and turning on the water.

Then, my gaze on her, I shucked off my pants.

Her gaze immediately moved down over me, and I felt a small smile tug at my lips at the way her chest started to rise and fall faster, at her parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.

She was gorgeous just existing. But she was next-level beautiful when she was turned on.

I moved into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my body.

It wasn’t long, though, before my aching cock couldn’t take it anymore, not with her standing there just a few feet away, pressing her thighs together, trying to calm the desire building through her system as I washed.

Unable to take it anymore, I reached down and fisted my cock, my gaze on her as I started to stroke myself.

If I didn’t get a release, I was going to drag her in here, and bury my cock inside her. And I didn’t want to go there yet. I wanted her to be fucking begging for it.

More than that, she needed to earn it.

A groan escaped me as her thighs started to slide against each other, seeking some sort of friction as her breathing got even faster than my own as I drove myself up.

Close, I moved out of the niche, and made my way over to her, stroking a few more times until I came on her belly.

And, fuck, was it good to see my cum on her pretty skin.

I grabbed a towel to dry myself off, then slung it around my waist before reaching to release each of her wrists.

“Okay,” I said as she wiggled her shoulders.

“Go clean yourself up,” I told her, waving out toward the room.

“Oka—“ she started. Then, at my raised brow, corrected herself, “Yes, sir.”

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