Page 17 of Hard Limits

Climbing off her, I undid the restraints in her wrists first, then gently released her thighs. I massaged her flesh, making sure that blood continued to coarse through her veins. My touch gentle in making sure she knew she was safe.

Leaning over her, between her thighs, I undid her blindfold, wiping any remnants of myself with it. My cock, still semi-hard, dragged along her folds, and she squirmed beneath me, trying to get me inside. Instead, I lifted her into my arms, having her wrap her tied wrists around my neck while I purposely made her straddle me. Her pussy coming in contact with my hard length, instinctively having her move on me. I spanked her ass hard.

“Stay still!”

She whimpered but obeyed, the heat between us palpable. Slowly, I undid the rope that bound her breasts and arms, round and round I went until they dropped, and she moaned against my neck. She kissed it softly and my heart leaped. The urge to please me was ever present and it was just as hard for me to refrain from giving her what she wanted. Especially when she deserved everything.

But she needed to learn that this wasn’t about instant gratification, that the sweetest release came with time, and that being patient was necessary so that when she did cum, she’d be able to find freedom in that release.

Edging was the most exquisite type of power over another. Bringing someone to the brink of passion and then holding it back, I lived for that type of control. An enduring ache that forced the other to only think of you, to only succumb to you. Owning her completely, that’s what I wanted.

So yes, her fragile state was a temptation I wasn’t willing to stay away from. By the time I was done with her, there would be no doubt in her mind that I was the only one she needed.

CHAPTER TEN

ERIC

Something was wrong, I could feel it in my bones. I’d texted Aracely and she’d told me she was on her way, but nearly an hour had passed and no sign of her. Usually I made sure to follow her, I couldn’t simply leave her alone knowing there was danger lurking out there. I covered all my tracks, except, today I had some calls I needed to make. I didn’t expect for time to have slipped like it did, but by the time I realized it, it was already coming onto the start of her shift.

What I was working on needed to be done. I had a few loose ends I needed to tighten up with that shit for brains, Shane Buckley. That son of a bitch needed to pay for every sin he’d committed against my sweet girl. For stealing her innocence, for taking away her strength, for breaking her like he did.

So, I’d made some calls, made sure he was being followed. The last thing I needed was for him to show up at our door step unexpected. I’d have to put a bullet in between those leery eyes of his, and at the moment I wasn’t in the mood to have blood on my hands.

I took the shot that was placed in front of me as my nerves continued to heighten. There was an instinct that I never turned my back on, that feeling in your gut that shit was about to hit the fan. I took a glance around the club, all faces now looked familiar. If there was a face I didn’t know, I’d find who it belonged too quickly enough. Trent walked in a few minutes later and took over the bar. He nodded over at me and then frowned.

“Have you seen Aracely?”

I stared at him and shook my head. “She said she was on her way.”

“That’s strange, she’s never late.”

Nodding, I took another shot. “I know.”

I tried calling her again, but the damn phone immediately went to voicemail. I was getting anxious, every minute that past by my eyes would stare at the phone, almost begging it to ring. It was twenty minutes past her shift when the phone finally rang. I stared down at it for a second, the name producing fear to run its course.

“Yeah.”

“We’ve got problems.”

I clenched my jaw, my fist closing tightly as I took my time answering. “What kind of problems?”

“Look man, I tried to find him. But he just disappeared.”

I looked down at my hands, closing my eyes as he continued to try my patience. “Speak clearly. What the fuck happened?”

“We were at the bar, the one he likes to hang out in. He was trashed as fuck the last time I saw him. Thought I could go take a leak real quick. When I came out, fucker was gone.”

“When was this?”

Silence penetrated the line and I had a bad feeling. “When did this happen?” I growled.

“Three days ago.”

“Three fucking days ago!” I slammed my fist on the bar top, the shot glass shattered from my force. I turned my hand and stared at it, blood dripped from the new cut in my palm.

“Jesus!” Trent came over and started to wrap my hand in a rag, but I tore myself away. I made my way up the stairs.

“I swear to God, when I find you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

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