Page 295 of Hateful Games

“Turn around and bend over,” he domineeringly orders.

Nerves return.

Will he even fit?

In spite of the rising fright, I find myself obeying. My breasts flattening against the cold surface as I turn my face sideways. My mask still on.

A tremor dances down my spine at his presence.

Calloused fingers trace up my back, wrap around my right wrist, and stretch to one corner of the desk. I stammer when he pulls two cuffs out of thin air. He locks my wrist to the top drawer. I gulp when he repeats the same to my other one.

I tug and get nowhere.

“Nova,”

“Shh…”

He circles to take his position behind me and maneuvers my feet wide apart. His breath teases the top of my left thigh and I realize he’s kneeling.

“What are you doing, Nova?”

“Tying you.” Fingers circle my ankle and wrap something soft around it, tying it with the nearest leg of the desk.

Fuck. Is that rope?

He’s prepared for everything tonight.

I’m immobile like a sexual slave, ready for the taking any way he desires. The depraved thought brings a rush of wetness.

“You like it,” Nova rasps, licking my juices when it trickles down my thigh. My other leg is tied to the desk too. “We’ve lived your fantasies until now. This is mine, Rose.”

I test my restraints.

They’re tight and unbending.

“I’m going to take my time fucking your virgin asshole for hours until you forget who you are,” he whispers, before biting down on my ass.

Hours?

I’m already hyperventilating.

“Bound and truly at my mercy,” he says roughly, voice thick with lust. “I told you I’ll be your god and have you worshipping me.”

“Then let me,” I purr, enticing him. “Use me for your pleasure. I’m yours, Nova.”

“Do you want me in your ass, Rose?”

His greedy palms spread me open. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

A wet tongue circles my opening. My eyes closing against the onslaught of sensations, and I murmur the filthy words, “I want you in my ass, Nova.”

His finger replaces his tongue and shoves inside, stretching the muscles. But my body is done with the teasing over the weeks, the slow burn and desperate need to end the torture. I can’t take it anymore. So, I push against him.

Being helpless and restrained is doing strange things to my head.

“Nova, stop teasing, and fuck me,” I whine. He always fucking lowers me to this girl. Wanton and begging. “Fill me with your cock.”

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