Page 83 of The Dating Pact

“Zip ties? You gonna murder me too?”

I waved her off. “Reading one too many of your dirty books, I guess.”

She jutted her chin toward her closet. “You can probably find something in there.”

Her walk-in was only a few feet wide, overflowing with hangers and clothes. I searched for a scarf or something long enough to use, but the only thing available was a black leather belt. I held it out for her, and she shrugged.

“Lie back,” I told her, and she scooted up the mattress, extending her arms above her head. I wrapped the belt around her wrists and quickly realized it wouldn’t work. I couldn’t cinch it. I took the end out of the buckle and attempted to wrap it around a few times, but that didn’t work either. “How do you do it?”

She tipped her head back, checking out my work upside down. “Maybe loop it around the frame first.”

So, I did that too. “Why is this so difficult?”

She sat up. “My books always make it seem so easy. Look it up.”

We both found our cell phones and brought up our own searches, coming back together on the bed, peering over each other’s shoulder to see what the other found.

“I got a YouTube video from some…is he Russian?” I turned the volume all the way up. I couldn’t tell what Eastern European country he was from, but that accent meant business.

“Reddit says to make sure the insides of my wrists are facing each other, and you should be able to get a finger between the restraints.”

I nodded at Brooke’s notes as I viewed the video again, making sure I understood how to loop the belt.

“Ooh, we could use ACE bandages.”

I glanced over my shoulder at her. “You have ACE bandages?”

“No.” She shrugged with a laugh. “But good to know for next time.”

I growled and stole her phone from her hands, placing it on the floor along with mine. “Enough fucking around.” I flipped her over on her stomach and smacked her ass. “Time to get to work.”

She wiggled away, her butt cheeks jiggling, and I prodded her to crawl up the bed as I started in on the makeshift handcuffs. Once she was on her back, she slid her hands through the loop I’d created, and I pulled it taut. “Okay?”

“Yeah. It’s good.”

I waited until she got herself comfortable then circled the long end around one of the slats in the bed frame and pushed it through the handcuffs. One good tug, and it would come undone from the frame, but with how Brooke’s nipples pebbled and her skin flushed, she liked this game as much as I did.

With her sufficiently bound, I stood up to observe my rather shoddy handiwork. “We’ll have to do more research.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, hips and legs absently swiveling. “We will.”

We will.

That was all I needed. Us.

I settled on the bed, nudging her thighs apart, even as she raised her head. “I thought you wanted to use me.”

“Yeah. I do. So shut up and let me use my mouth on you like I want.”

“Well, if you insi—” Her laugh cut off with a gasp when I licked up her slit. She thought she was clever with her sassy attitude.

I’d leave her a mess, too tired to even smile when I was done with her.

I draped her legs over my shoulders, winding my arms around her hips so I could hold her soft flesh open with my thumbs, sucking on her clit, and her thighs clamped down around my ears. By now, I knew what she liked, and I didn’t hold back, flicking the tip of my tongue over that little sweet spot. The tension in her muscles built slowly and steadily, exactly like her soft pleas, and I reached my right arm up to grip her breast, squeezing it roughly. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, rubbing my tongue over her at the same time, not letting up until I felt her contract, every part of her coiled tight, and then release, and I lifted myself up above in time to catch the flush in her cheeks.

“How was that?”

She licked her lips, blinking into awareness. “So good.”

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