Page 275 of Bad for Me

Her breaths became labored and ragged.

“Please, I can't,” she cried as she tried to maneuver away from the vibrations.

“Come for us, kitten.” I slid the vibrator through her folds then landed back on her swollen clit.”

She frantically shook her head as she pulled on her restraints. My hand was absolutely soaked, telling me this was turning her on, whether she’d admit it or not.

“I... can’t... please...” she sobbed.

I pulled her harder against me as she started shaking and buried my nose in her beautiful honey blonde hair, taking in her coconut scent. “Let go kitten. Be a good girl.”

She cried out. A moment later, her body tightened before she spasmed and drenched my hand. She collapsed, all her weight on her wrists now. I picked her up in a bridal carry as someone lowered the restraints and Drew came up to unlatch them and handed me a key card.

“Your room, as you requested.” He stroked her check. “Beautiful.”

I bit back a growl, surprised by how possessive I felt over my new toy. He smiled and stepped out of our way as I walked to the back of the room and took the elevator up to the top floor to the largest suite in the estate.

She nuzzled into me as I let myself in the room. She might think we were done, but I was just getting started.

5

NATALIE

My body was floating.

“Let go kitten. Be a good girl.”

Someone screamed. Not someone—me.

I screamed right before I lost control, the evidence of my climax dripping down my legs. The legs I could no longer feel as they stopped holding me up. I thought I might hit the floor, but my arms were still suspended above my head, and for a second, had my full weight on them. The next thing I knew, he was picking me up and someone released me. My wrists were still bound but no longer hanging.

Someone stroked my cheek and even though all I wanted to do was fight, I drew into the man that held me, away from the other one. My eyes fluttered open for a moment behind the blindfold as we entered the elevator, and he told me what a good girl I was. What the hell was it with those words? When the dean called me that, I had mixed feelings about it, but when this man, who had been there at the beginning and was the one to deal out the last of the lashes, it was different. He’d also played me so well and had me seeing stars.

The blindfold had shifted and the glimpse of his dark scruff, tan skin and strong jawline told me he was a handsome man. What did he have in store for me, and how many more would there be? He smelled of sandalwood, bourbon, and spice, which I found oddly comforting.

He set me down on something soft and smoothed back my hair, then adjusted the mask so I was in the black again. “You did so well.”

He massaged my arms but raised them over my head and attached them to something.

I tugged at the restraints, but they held.

The cool fabric of the bedding soothed my ass and thighs that were still on fire. There was no way I wasn’t going to be bruised tomorrow. I’d be feeling this all week.

His hands grasped my hips, then slid my soaked thong down my legs.

“Spread your legs, kitten.”

His voice rolled over me like honey as I melted into the bed.

He smacked my thigh with his hand when I didn’t move. I tugged on my restraints, coming out of my daze.

I opened my legs slightly, and he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh.

“It’s hard for me to reward you if you don’t obey,” he scolded.

He ran his fingers through my folds and swirled around my clit.

“How do you taste kitten?”

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