Page 50 of Toy Shop

Her pliable limbs allow me to scoop her in the air and over my shoulder, to carry her to the empty room I had renovated today. The dark space is lit by several candles to set the tone for what I’ll do to her, though with her gaze facing the hall, she can’t see it.

“Got a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

“Closed,” she affirms what I already knew.

I’m highly in tune with her, a connection I haven’t shared with any other lover before Nola. Even though I might not be the best man for a unique, wonderful creature like her, I’ll work my damnedest toward being the right one.

Besides being completely in tune with one another, there’s a heightened level of trust between us. Nola doesn’t falter as I shift her to her feet, lowering her to the floor with me. The lush carpet is soft beneath my knees.

I shuck off my shirt, push her to lie down, and tower over her to pull her right wrist up and sideways. The renovation I made? There are four stakes drilled into the floor of the room, a rope is looped around each of them.

For her.

Nola doesn’t put up the least bit of resistance when I tie her wrist to the end of it. I halfway hoped there’d be a level of fear in her. Nothing.

Like she expected it, her head thrashes to the side, hips angled higher, seeking friction.

“Greedy.” I lay a hand flat on her stomach, shoving her to the floor. The heel of my palm is intentionally on the top of her pussy, challenging her to fight me.

“Alistair,” she pants once, then stills herself. Subdued.

I don’t respond verbally. My hands go through the motions of tying Nola up in calculated measures. Savagery boils my blood, runs through my veins, and I put every bit of effort into taming it.

The entire day I’ve fantasized about the ropes on her wrists and ankles, of having her spread-eagle for me. Being rational isn’t easy when real life outweighs your dreams.

When I’m done, I lean on my knees between her thighs, admiring my handiwork. My gaze ravages her bare skin and the covered parts in the sinister outfit.

She sees through me, even behind her closed eyes. “Do I please you, Daddy?”

“Very much so, baby.” The tops of her nipples break to peek out of the corset, she’s breathing so hard.

I bend down, unable to resist the temptation any longer. My length glides along her inner thigh, my lips dipping to her nipple. I give her hardened nub an open-mouthed and filled-with-spit kiss, feeling her body jerk beneath me.

She’s a landmine ready to detonate, and before the night is through, she’ll get much more than she wished for.

It’ll hurt. And we’ll both love it.

“Open your eyes, Nola.” She does, and her blazing chocolatey-brown gaze searches me from her place on the floor. “So you can watch instead of just feel how I’m going to destroy your body with my two bare hands.”

I lick my bottom lip, correcting myself. “My body.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Nola

I’m gulping for air, not even screaming. Unable to, even if I tried.

Alistair’s teeth latch on my nipple at the same time he thrusts three fingers inside my pussy. The outfit he sent me didn’t have underwear with it and the fishnet tights had a hole where the crotch is, making it easy for him to access.

“Jesus, I love your pain.” He lifts his head only for a second before returning to tear me apart. “Not for myself. How it builds you. It’s fucking beautiful.”

I know what he means, and I love it too.

His mouth sucks, bites, and kisses. His fingers ram into me up to the last knuckle. This level of pain shouldn’t feel good, but logic isn’t in this room with us. It’s Alistair and me, and this all-consuming desire clamoring against the walls, pounding into our hearts.

His ruthlessness takes me over the edge, sends me into an orgasm that spears me, opening my soul up for him to catch me.

“Alistair,” I cry out, panting and quaking. The ropes bites into my flesh, scraping the skin deeper as my body revels in the most intense climax of my life. This searing sensation delves into unknown places in my heart, exposes them.

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