Page 41 of Lost Petal

I shake my head. “I can’t accept that, and you know it.”

“But—”

“No but, Petal. You’re mine, you know the rules, and you decided to not follow them even after I’ve been so nice to you today.”

She furrows her eyebrows, but lucky for her, refrains from saying anything stupid.

“You knew there’d be punishment.”

A sigh escapes her when I move off of her, pulling the towel away and throwing it aside.

“Spread your arms above your head,” I order, already holding the rope in my hand. “And your legs, spread them, too.”

The expression on her face turns to pure horror when she realizes what’s about to happen. All indications of compliance fly out the window as she rolls around, droplets of water flying from her long hair as she tries to flee. It remains a futile attempt, as I’m with her just a moment later, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back on the bed, this time pinning her down with my knees on her shoulders while she squirms beneath me, just as unruly as she was on her very first day here.

“No!” she exclaims in panic when I find her right hand, closing the rope around it in a skillful knot with such speed there’s not a moment for her to fight it before she even realizes it’s happening. I’ve practiced this tie before, many times, and now that endurance seems to pay off.

Her right hand is secured to the bed post within just a few moments. Yet she continues to struggle beneath me, even when I move over to her left wrist, using the length of the rope to repeat the same knot on that side and fastening it to the other bedpost at the top of the bed.

I watch her fight, staying with my knees still forcing her shoulders down on the mattress. Her tortured face is so close to my crotch, her lips dangerously close to my hardness.

“Oh, my stubborn little rebel,” I tease her. “What should I do with you? Make you suck me off?”

A blush spreads across her cheeks and her eyes dart back and forth between looking up at me and the visible bulge right in front of her face. Her eyes widen as she assesses my size, and even in this state of shock, she can’t hide how much it intrigues her.

Still, she dares to shake her head, albeit lacking conviction.

“You’re mine, Petal. I can do with you whatever I want. If I tell you to suck me, you’ll do it,” I hiss, before moving away from her, withdrawing the imminent threat.

Her eyes follow me as I climb off the bed, stunned by my words while her expression is laced with unspoken questions.

There’s nothing more but a quick flinch when I reach for her left ankle, tying it to a bed post like I did with her wrists. She knows she doesn’t stand a chance against me, but she’s still keen on letting me know about her aversion to all of this. She’s not ready to submit without a fight.

I continue with her other ankle, taking a few steps back as I take in the sight of her, naked, sprawled out on the bed in a star shape, completely at my mercy.

She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her.

I can touch her, kiss her, fuck her, take everything from her. And there’s nothing she—or anyone—can do about it.

The mere thought of it gets me so hard that I feel like even the slightest touch would make me explode. And it only worsens when her breathing turns erratic as her old companion, fear, returns to torment her.

I step closer, observing the reaction on her pretty face when I reach for my belt. Her breathing increases, and the way she presses her lips together is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“You want this, don’t you, Petal?” I say in voice so low that it’s barely audible. “You like being exposed like this. Tied, at my mercy. And you’re curious to see what I’m hiding underneath this.”

Her eyes are glued to my crotch, a tense gaze waiting for me to free that steely monster that’s bursting with desire for her. Fear and anticipation bond in a wonderful friendship, making her all the more beautiful as she waits for me to go on.

She holds her breath when I zip open my pants.

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