Page 101 of Lost & Found

“Last night,” she replies.

“After-”

“After I dropped you off. I came back here, and I fucked myself with this toy. Yes.” Her admission isn’t anything short of sexy. How she confidently tells me exactly what she did. And to my surprise, I’m the one sweating.

“I invited you to come in with me.” I remind her, wondering why she didn’t just take me up on my offer if she was just going to come here and find pleasure with this stupid toy.

“Yeah, I know. And that was a dick thing to do. You were drunk and I was pissed at you,” she states.

The space between us seems to dimmish without us even knowing. She’s still holding the sex toy in her hand as she stares at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes.

“So you came back here…” I trail off, taking my finger to pull down her lip and she gasps.

“I’ve been coming back here. It’s impossible not to when I’m around you.”

The air shifts. It’s no longer playful and light. Now it’s heavy with lust and dangerously close to lighting on fire. She bats her lashes at me as my breathing gets heavier. The girl just takes my fucking breath away.

“Can you show me?” I ask her and her next breath catches. But her confidence never wavers. She’s such a badass for that.

She walks over, tosses the toy over her shoulder and on her bed, before grabbing the vintage chair that we both agree is not suitable for sitting in whatsoever. I watch her movements carefully, feeling my cock get painfully hard. She pulls the chair forward a bit and motions me to sit.

“In that janky ass thing?” I question and her giggle vibrates through the room and down my spine.

“Yes. I’ll make sure you’re secure,” she reassures me sarcastically, but I don’t know if I like the sound of that necessarily.

I do what I’m told and sit in the chair. It creaks a little when I shift in it. It’s not the most comfortable chair I’ve ever sat in, but I digress because Hollis walks back over to her underwear drawer and digs through it for something else.

I don’t expect what she pulls out and my jaw hits the fucking floor.

It’s a black rope. Thick and long. I can’t possibly think of a reason as to why someone would keep a rope like that hidden in their panty drawer unless they wanted to…

“It’s a bondage rope. Jaelynn bought it for me as a gag gift for Christmas a couple of years ago. I decided to hang onto it. Don’t ask me why. But I feel like it would be of perfect use now. I think it would work divinely to tie you to the chair.” The look in her eyes beam at me with dark swirls of lust and amber flecks of sin as she maneuvers the rope in and out of her hands.

My fucking god.

I feel like my heart is going to burst by the way she looks at me when she says those last five words. But I don’t have any reservations about her plan because my dick seems to like the idea of Hollis’ perfect, small hands working knots around my wrists, if only an attempt to hold me still in this stupid ass chair.

She walks behind me and I don’t dare move as she starts wrapping the bind around my wrists and works it through loops. When she tugs, the rope digs into my skin, and I feel the burn but I only accept it because I’m so fucking turned on right now. Once she’s satisfied with her work, she wraps the rope around one of the legs of the chair and starts to wrap it around my legs.

She’s on her knees, kneeling in front of me like she wants to confess her sins. I watch her tongue dart out to lick her lips. Her dark lashes fan at her cheeks as she carefully ties the knots into place.

I don’t even know if she’s doing a good job, but I admire her effort.

When she’s done, she stands up and doesn’t say another word before she starts to undress herself.

Now, when I invited her back to my house, I definitely planned to make her come a few more times if she wanted me to. Then I planned to snuggle her until she went to sleep and…

Well, fuck. Now I don’t even know how the rest of the night will go because I definitely didn’t expect for my own private strip show while tied up in her room. But damn, is she so fucking sexy. She doesn’t do anything extra. In fact, it’s as if she’s undressing like no one is watching her. She started with her leggings then threw her sweatshirt over her head.

Her tits bounce free, her tattoos on full display for me once more, and I swear my mouth waters. I don’t move, I don’t struggle against the binds, I don’t even breathe as I watch her hook her fingers under her thong and help the material down her golden-brown skin.

I feel like I’m already so close to busting, I ache so fucking hard when she lays back on her bed and grabs the purple sex toy.

She looks me right in my eyes as she turns on the vibrator and it revs to life. The quiet hums of the toy echo through the air and I can see it wiggle a little in her hand.

“This is what you do to me, Jax,” she says as she plucks one of her nipples.

I feel my abs tighten and my blood is running rampant through my veins. Excitement coils inside me as I watch my pretty, but bad girl close her eyes right as the tip of the vibrator touches her clit.

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