Page 74 of Promise Me Forever

He narrows his eyes, and the look he gives me makes heat snake a slow path up my spine. Without dropping his gaze from mine, he drags his forefinger through my center, which I’m acutely aware is dripping wet. Then he holds it up, the tip coated in a thick sheen of my arousal. “You sure about that, Miss Ryder? Because while you are definitely beautiful enough to belong in a gallery, you’re also soaking wet, as usual. You don’t want me to fuck you?”

I press my lips together to stifle a giggle. “I didn’t say that, sir.”

“Sir… I like the sound of that word on your lips. I like how tying you up brings the brat out in you. And I really like the way you look, trussed up and ready for my cock.”

He sinks the same finger inside me, all the way to the knuckle, his eyes on mine as he does it. If I ever had a doubt as to how much he wants me, the look on his face dispels itcompletely. After he rubs my clit, making me moan his name, he lifts me up, flips me around, and lays me face down. His hands run around my neck, along my shoulders, and down my rope-tied arms, as though he’s savoring every moment of slow, sensual contact. Then he groans and positions me on my knees, my ass bare before him. There is something deeply sexy about the way he’s handling me, moving me around like I’m a doll, figuring out which part of me to fuck. I have no control over any of it. I’m his plaything, and boy am I enjoying the game.

He palms my cheeks, and I gasp and lean into his touch, loving the way his fingers feel. He strokes my thighs and the curve of my ass, and his breathing comes faster as he spreads my legs a little wider. I’m completely exposed to him and I feel a flush of embarrassment, but also a rush of need.

“Drake …”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, his touch making me tremble against my restraints.

“What are you thinking of back there? Are you planning to, uh…” I falter over the words.

“Fuck you in the ass?” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Is that what you want, Miss Ryder?”

Is it? Do I want my first time to happen while I’m completely restrained and at his mercy? “Yes,” I blurt.

“Jesus fuck,” he mutters, spreading my cheeks apart, and I let out a little cry. I want this, but I’m also a little scared. What if it hurts too much? What if I’m not built to take him that way? He’s huge, and I’ve never had anything there, not even the tip of a finger.

As though he’s reading my mind, he leans over me, lips dusting over my shoulder blades. “I would never do anything to hurt you, baby. I’ll take it real slow, and the minute you say stop, we stop, okay?”

I nod, my cheek brushing against the comforter. “Yes sir.”

He growls, low and dangerous. “That’s my good girl. Don’t move. I’ll be right back, okay?”

I manage a shaky laugh. “I’m tied up. It’s not like I can go anywhere.”

“True,” he says, getting something from his drawer. “And maybe that’s how I’ll keep you. Tied up, ass open, pussy wet. Twenty-four hours a fucking day.”

“I think it might make work a little awkward,” I joke as he climbs back onto the bed behind me. I’m nervous, and in the few seconds Drake’s hands weren’t on me, I lost some of my bravado.

He slaps my ass a couple of times, and I squeal. That felt shockingly good. He slides a finger inside my pussy, and the wet sound it makes fills the room. “Good,” he says, pulling it out again. “I just wanted to check you were still a deviant. Now, are you sure about this, mi rosa? Let me make it clear that I want nothing more than to take this virgin ass of yours and make it mine, but I can wait. We can get you some nice little jeweled toys before you work your way up to my cock.”

“I don’t want toys. Only you,” I murmur, my face pressed against his pillows and my thighs quivering with excitement. The way this man can make me feel just by talking dirty to me is insane.

He leans his body over my back, curving himself entirely around me until his lips are next to my ear. “I’m not going to lie, baby. This is going to hurt a little. But I promise if it doesn’t feel good for you, we’ll stop. You have to keep talking to me, okay?”

He spreads my cheeks again and massages some cold lube over my puckered hole. It feels strange but delicious, having him touch me in that taboo place, and my heart starts to race as he rubs the crown of his cock over my opening. “Just relax, mi rosa. I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to love it.”

He slides his finger, slick with cold lube, inside me first, and I groan at the intrusion. It’s strange and different but not unpleasant. “Good girl,” he says soothingly as he slowly works his finger in and out.

My entire body shudders with pleasure, and I moan his name.

He rubs a soothing hand over my lower back while he pushes in deeper and twists his finger a little to stretch me. I gasp at the new sensation, but once again, the unfamiliar feeling quickly gives way to pleasure.

“How’s that, mi rosa?”

“G-good.”

My legs tremble as he goes on gently working his finger in a smooth, steady motion, and that deep, churning vortex of pleasure is swirling deep in my core.

“Drake!” I plead, unsure what I’m pleading for, but his slow ministrations are exquisite torture.

“You ready for more, baby? You think you can take my cock now?”

I’m ready for it all. “Yes! Please.”

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