Page 13 of Tied

The color on her face darkens, and she shakes her head viciously. “No! Of course not!”

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

She wants to object, but is silenced by the swift motion with which I rip the lace from around her waist. An expression of shock emerges on her face when she looks up at me now, as the torn fabric floats to the floor.

“Stop the act,” I warn her, my voice a savage hiss. “I know you like this.”

A faint crease appears between her brows and she presses her lips into a thin line. She knows what’s about to happen because she knows me—yet she acts surprised when my hand moves between her legs and I wrap my other arm around her, pressing her dainty body against mine.

“Spread!”

She mewls in protest, squirming in my forced embrace and trying to fight off my intrusion.

“Spread! Now, Riley!”

I underline my words with a pinch at her inner thighs, and her legs part in an instant.

I know why she was trying to defend herself against my assault. It’s not because she doesn’t want to be touched by me, it’s because of the way her body betrays her. As outraged as she may be—as much as her mind keeps objecting to what is happening—her body is always ready to speak the truth.

A deep moan escapes her when I part her lips with two fingers and let a third one slide in between. She’s soaking wet, just as I expected.

I let out a sinister chuckle and try to catch her gaze, but she evades me, her eyes closed in shame and turned away from me.

“Look at me, Riley.”

She hesitates, but just for a second, before she slowly turns to me, her lashes batting like nervous butterflies when she looks at me. She doesn’t reciprocate my smile, but casts me a furious look instead.

“You don’t like this?” I probe, toying with her wet core while her body convulses in my embrace. “You want me to stop?”

Panic flashes across her face. “No. Please, don’t...”

“Then what do you say?”

Her lips start quivering, pressed against each other as if she’s trying to stop herself from giving the correct response, even though she very well knows what I want to hear.

“Thank you,” she finally produces feebly under heavy breaths. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I plant a kiss on her forehead and lift her up, the rope that’s still tied around one of her wrists dangling between us as I carry her over to the other side of my desk, where I gently lower her down into the massive leather chair.

She curls up inside it, pulling her legs close to her body, her arms wrapped around them as she tries to shield herself from my eyes. It’s cute, but nothing more than a demure show from a girl who’s afraid of giving in to her own desires.

“Spread,” I repeat my command.

She looks up at me with questioning eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, Riley,” I elaborate. “I’m not going to ask again.”

She needs a moment to come to terms with my demand, but once she does, she responds to it in such a delightful manner that my cock twitches with need for her. Allure is spicing every single motion as she cautiously spreads her thighs apart for me, even lifting her knees and placing the soles of her feet on the seat.

I almost burst with pride at the sight of it. She’s so fucking perfect, so responsive and compliant.

And most of all… she remembers.

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