Page 63 of The Hand that Frays

A laugh makes its way out of me as I shake my head. “You and your jokes,” I prod, making her uneasy as she shifts on the ottoman.

Her nipples are hard, and I know that pretty little cunt of hers is wet at the idea of the danger she could be in right now.

I tie a rope over her middle, binding her to the ottoman. I use smaller ropes to connect her ankles individually to either foot of the ottoman, opening her legs wide.

Last, I tie her wrists above her head, connecting two ropes to the opposing feet from where her ankles are tied.

“Neo…” she breathes as I slink my hand over her stomach, descending until I’m spreading her pussy lips wide, my fingers swirling around her little nub in slow sweeps.

“Stupid girl,” I taunt back.

“What is it you mean to do to me tonight?” she asks, her voice breaking as she cries out when my other hand,which she hadn’t been paying attention to, tugs her nipple into a hardened peak for me.

“I haven’t quite decided yet. Though…” I trail off, disappearing into the closet again, only to emerge with a toy she hadn’t known I’d brought. “I brought this with me.”

The little curved silicone toy feels sleek in my hand as I wave it in front of her.

It’s brand new, and she has no clue what she’s in for tonight.

Hell, I don’t, either.

But since the moment she crawled to me all those years ago, I’ve wanted to ruin her, and I’ve nearly accomplished my mission.

“Now, we just put this in here…” I trail off, inserting the bulbous end of the vibrator and placing the clitoris stimulator in just the right spot before standing to look at my handy work. “Perfect. At least, I think it is. You tell me.”

I look at her as her eyes flick between the inserted toy and me.

Fuck, she looks beautiful tied down.

“I’ve never used something like this, so I don’t know if…” Her scream cuts off her words as I press the already installed app on my phone, clicking the vibrations up a few notches as I watch her body shake beneath the bindings.

“Well, did I do it correctly?” I taunt, and as she nods.

A laugh tumbles from my lips.

I toy with the vibrations as she tries her damnedest to writhe on the toy.

“Ah, ah, ah, you come when I allow you to come, you greedy whore,” I tease, dropping to my knees beside her.

She turns her face, seeking my kiss, and my breathing speeds in response to my proximity.

She’s always been a fucking drug that only gets more potent, more addictive.

I’m still under her spell, too.

“You look so fucking good tied down beneath my ropes, stupid girl,” I whisper, teasing her with soft brushes of my tongue over her lips.

Each time she tries to kiss me, I pull back.

“Neo, please,” she begs.

Pulling back to look at my phone, I drag the dial to give her more.

She arches into the rope bindings, screaming my name as she comes.

“Good girl,” I praise, and she turns her face into mine.

This time, I let her have what she wants and collide my mouth with hers.

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