Page 82 of Riordan's Revenge

He reached for me, standing me up to roughly unzip the playsuit and pull it off me. He did the same with my boots, knickers, and bra until I was naked.

I trembled with need.

“Lie out. I’m going to tie you up. You’re going to let me.”

Fucking hell. I wasn’t sorry about going to the mayor’s house. I’d been scared out of my mind for him. Plus I’d got a taxi, so it wasn’t like I’d walked the streets. But it was obvious I’d scared him as well.

I didn’t like that so much.

Shuffling up the bed, I settled my head on the pillow and stretched my arms up to the bedstead.

Riordan went to a bag and rifled through it. He extracted a length of blue rope, and I widened my eyes. My gag was so annoying. I wanted to ask why he had it.

At the corner of the bed, he fastened the rope around my wrist and looped it to the rail, circling to attach it to my other wrist. Then he returned to his jeans and brought out a flick knife.

Myflick knife. I frowned at him, the gag preventing a full-on scowl.

Riordan severed the rope and took the other half to the bottom of the bed.

Oh no. He wouldn’t dare. I kicked out at him, but he seized my ankle and neatly tied it to the post, copying it with my other while I bucked and reared. The man was frighteningly good with knots. I couldn’t get free. The rope was in no way loose or too tight.

Fucking knot-Goldilocks had trussed me up well.

Stepping back, Riordan tossed the folded blade then took his time looking over my naked body. “I like it better when you can’t talk back.”

I growled. My gaze slid down his tall frame. I needed him to fuck me to make this better. He swallowed then stripped hisshorts, giving me the view I wanted. That hard dick pointed right at me.

He stroked it, lingering over the end with his gaze locked on the juncture of my thighs. An internal battle appeared to play out, as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs.

He palmed my skin, driving up to my waist. Hot hands, calloused from his bike and from hard work. I adored his touch on me. It made me feel beautiful. He reached my breasts, at the same time, angling his dick to my core.

“I wasn’t going to fuck you but I can’t resist.”

Riordan speared into me. I bit the gag and arched into him as much as I could manage. His hand shifted to my belly, the heel so close to grinding against my clit.

“You’re so perfect. You make me feel too good.”

A mind-blowing glide in and out.

Another, and I couldn’t control a moan of pleasure. Riordan groaned in deep need and fucked me harder, his thighs meeting mine and jerking me up the bed. Tied up, I couldn’t do anything but take him, but he was giving me exactly what I needed.

His palms slid over me, then he gripped my hips, lifting me for a series of hard hits. I bowed out my legs with the inch of play I had. Deep inside, I pulsed from where he hit my G-spot again and again.

He stilled. “Did you bring your vibrator?”

I slanted my gaze at a bag. He pulled out of me and went to it. Found the toy. Then came back to the bed and brandished it. Leaning over me, Riordan touched the vibrating tip of it to my sternum then dragged it down between my breasts, over my belly, and down to my wet centre. He passed it over my core, getting it slick, then switched it off. I tugged on my ropes. This was such a tease. I could hardly bear it.

Holding my gaze, he pushed it into me.

I groaned again and dropped my head back, my eyes closing. I wanted him. Only him. Nothing beat the feeling of him inside me. I craved it. Needed it.

With the toy in as far as it could go, Riordan released it.

My pussy pulsed.

The vibrator edged out a centimetre or two.

He took hold of his erection once again. Slowly, he played with himself, standing over me.

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