Page 33 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 16

“Oh god.” I grab his bed sheet and shove it inside my mouth, biting hard as his thumb brushes at my clit.

He has two fingers inside me, working me so expertly I’m sure this will be the time he finally slips up and lets me come. I even grit my teeth so I don’t announce my imminent orgasm. I feel myself contract around his fingers, telling myself that if I can keep quiet, maybe I can finally have my orgasm before he knows about it and stops. And I swear it’s working too. I can feel my pussy ripple around his fingers. Just one more thrust, one tug, and I’ll be there. Just one second to heaven’s gate, and he pulls his fingers out and pushes my legs open so I don’t even have the pleasure of rubbing my thighs together and forcing it.

“Please,” I plead with him, grabbing his chest and pulling it down. “You’re driving me crazy.”

He grins at me. “Funny you should say that. Especially when we are just getting started.”

I look up at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Instead of replying to me, he gets out of bed and picks something up from the floor. “I bought something for you.”

“What?” I ask, trying to see what’s in his hand.

“Shh,” he puts a hand to my lips and pushes me down on the bed. “See, you have this habit of using your hands to give yourself pleasure without my permission. So, I’ve got something here that will stop that from happening.”

He finally raises his hand, and I see two fur-covered handcuffs.

“No,” I say immediately, even though my pussy creams instantly at the sight of the tiny things.

Jake cocks a brow. “Nice to think you’ve actually got a choice in this. Sit up against the bed. You either do everything I tell you to do, or we do nothing tonight,” he adds when I still remain on my back.

“This is so not fair,” I grumble as I shift into position.

“And yet your nipples remain hard, and I can smell the scent of your arousal right from here. Admit it, Kitty, you love this.”

I do no such thing. I simply raise my hand and allow him cuff me to the bedpost.

“Is that it?” I ask haughtily when he’s done.

“Not quite,” he replies as he returns to the bag.

I tug on the cuffs and realize they may be cushioned and comfortable around my wrist, but there’s no way I’m going to get out of them without breaking a couple of fingers. I look up to see silk scarves in his hand.

“What’s that for?” I ask, my heart beating wildly in my chest at the sheer eroticism of all this.

“I think you know what it is for,” he replies, placing a scarf around my eyes and tying it at the back of my head. “I had to go shopping for these since I wasn’t sure I could find what I would like in your closet.”

“So, you’ve done this before?”

“Have I tied a girl in my bed and tortured her for hours on end until she was begging me to let her come? Yes. Why, are you scared?”

“Hell no.”

“Good. I’d gag you, too, but I want to hear you beg.” He gets down and ties my legs to the other end of the bedpost until I’m spread-eagled on the bed. Naked and aroused as hell. Then he gets down from the bed, and I realize the very first problem with this whole scenario. I can’t see him, and I can’t feel his presence on the bed, so I don’t know where he is or what he’s about to do. I cock my head to the side, trying to listen for him and hear nothing.

“Jake,” I call out, “are you there?”

He doesn’t answer, and I wonder if he’s still in the room. My skin feels flushed and bothered. The suspense is killing me, and I really shouldn’t be so aroused by this.

“You can’t leave me here,” I try again. “What if a stalker gets in?”

Still nothing. I think I hear a sound beside me. Then I think I hear him in the kitchen. I tell myself it’s fear that has my heart beating so fast. I just never knew I could be afraid and aroused at the same time.

“Miss me?”

I jump at the sound of his voice. “Jesus! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

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