Page 65 of Bound By Words

“Ride it out, huh? Sounds promising.”

This girl. So surprisingly naughty.

“Behave,” I scolded, leaning in to kiss her forehead, stopping to enjoy having her close for a moment.

“Is that what you really want?” Kelly asked as she tilted her head back, her dark eyes searching my face. As I leaned in to kiss her, she shifted onto her toes, closing the distance between us.

“No, sunshine, it’s not,” I whispered against her lips, wanting to do nothing more than strip off her heavy coat and lay her across the kitchen island naked.

But my fantasy abruptly ended as a loud crack outside the house shook the windows, and the power blinked off, leaving us in a dim kitchen, the sunlight struggling to break through the storm.

“Fuck,” I groaned, quickly stealing one more kiss before I stepped away, willing down my body’s response to her closeness. “I’ll be back. Please stay inside. I’ll worry about you if you try to come back out.”

“Please hurry back,” she nodded as she reached forward to squeeze my hand. “I’ll worry about you out there, too.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured her, my lips pecking her cheek before I pulled my hood up and rushed out the front door, worried about what this storm would bring.

KELLY

Connecticut

It wasn’t like I hadn’t dealt with power outages before. Wind and thunderstorms, sometimes even ice storms, knocked out the power all the time back in the Midwest. Well, maybe not all the time, but enough that I remembered sitting with Evan in our living room, huddled in a makeshift blanket fort with flashlights as children. But I didn’t know where Evan kept anything, so I was left with a half-dead smartphone as my flashlight.

Nathan had gone back outside ten minutes ago and still hadn’t reappeared. I was nervous about him being out in the storm, but I knew he had a generator on-site for his power tools. I was sure he was outside doing something handy. My accident-prone ass was staying in here. Knowing my luck, I’d slip in the mud or on a sheet of ice and end up in the pond.

Death by a lightning strike or accidental drowning in a shallow body of half-frozen water was not on my list of priorities.

The kitchen had been a bust. I thought I’d at least find a lighter or another box of matches, but I only turned up an engraved wooden spoon. It was probably still where I’d dropped it on the kitchen floor after reading the words on the back.

Please Spank Responsibly

If it were in anyone else’s kitchen, I would have laughed my ass off, but finding it in my little brother’s kitchen was fucking weird. Chase was all about immersive research, and I knew exactly what that spoon had been used for. Ew.

I didn’t know if he was the one on the giving or receiving end, but dwelling on it would lead to me wanting to vomit at the thought of my brother being paddled with a wooden spoon.

“Kelly?” Nathan’s deep voice carried down the hallway, almost drowned out by the noise of the wind outside.

“I’m in here!” I yelled back, hoping he figured out I’d ducked into the main bedroom to find something that would give us a little more light than my iPhone.

“What are you doing?” When I turned around, my breath caught at Nathan leaning against the door jamb of the master closet. His shirt was plastered to his chest, water droplets in his hair running down the sides of his face and neck.

In the dim light, he looked intimidating, and I saw just how he could pull off a rape fantasy scene convincingly. Being trapped in a house with no power in a thunderstorm seemed like the perfect setup for an intruder to break in to seek cover.

“Kelly?”

“Hmm…?” My vivid imagination started running a scenario through my brain where he had me trapped against the kitchen island with my hands tied behind my back. Somehow, I’d been magically changed into a skirt, and he’d find out I was bare underneath and scold me for being such a temptation.

My weak cries would cut off as he placed his hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet or he’d have to fill my mouth with something. His hard cock would be pressed against my skirt, throbbing against the thin material covering me.

I’d tremble in fear as I heard the sound of his belt buckle in the quiet room and try to scream against his fingers. His huge cock would thrust into me, pounding the orgasm out of me as I tried to fight back against him, surely leaving bruises I’d feel for days on the front of my thighs.

I thought about how he’d chuckle, pinning me to the island with his large frame as he made me scream from the pleasure and pain combined until I was so delirious from multiple orgasms that I’d pass out…

“You’re staring.”

“What?” Shaking my head to clear it, I refocused on where Nathan was standing with his arms crossed on his broad chest and a sexy smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Lips that had made me come harder than any man I’d been with before. Shit.

“What has you so distracted?” he chuckled as he stepped forward, causing me to stumble back into the shelf behind me, my phone dropping to the floor.

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