Page 22 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Instead of answering me, he pushed the dildo into my cunt. My pussy formed around it and gripped the thick toy, desperate to be filled after Hector ruthlessly pulled his fingers out of me. I pulled on the restraints, aching for his hands to be on me too.

He tightened the bind on my wrist. “I need to grab something.”

My eyes widened. “What?! You’re going to leave me here?!”

No response.

“Hector!” I whisper-yelled.

While I stood, nearly naked and tied to his wall, Hector walked toward the door.

“You can’t leave me alone like this!” I exclaimed, yanking on the restraints.

At this angle, the dildo that he thrust into my pussy began slipping out of me. I pressed my thighs together in a weak attempt to keep it inside me and whimpered at how full I felt right now, completely helpless …

“Still not sticking to your word, huh?” I hummed, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth. I had no control here, yet I was willing to say whatever to make him stay. “Where’s the vibrator you said you’d fasten to me? Don’t have one to?—”

“Don’t let that toy fall out of you.” He stopped at the door. “Or I’ll bring you out into the main office once your father leaves so everyone can see how much of a dirty slut you are for your father’s best friend.”

And with that, he walked out the door.

But that asshole would be back.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

HEATHER

Wrists bound above my head,I stared up at them and tried to undo the binds before Hector returned. I was nearly naked in the middle of his unlocked office and didn’t have an excuse if my father walked right in and saw me.

The door opened, and I sucked in a breath.

Hector walked back into the room. “Shit out of luck.”

I pulled on the restraints. “Let me out.”

“Vibrator isn’t in my car like I thought it was, so you’ll be punished in other ways.”

With my pussy gripping the dildo tightly so it wouldn’t fall out of me, I ground my teeth together and glared at Hector just waltzing into the room and finding a seat on the couch. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

“You can’t do this to me,” I cried.

“If you’re any louder, your father will hear you.”

“Hector!” I whisper-yelled across the room. “Let me out.”

The toy slipped another inch out of me, and I desperately tried to push it back up into me with my thighs without much luck. While I could’ve let it fall onto the ground, it eased some of the ache between my thighs.

Just a bit.

Hector glanced at my legs. “If you let that fall out of your pussy, you’re going to regret it.”

We glared at each other for a couple of moments—or more like I glared at him while he smirked at me and didn’t make a move to leave the couch, to stand up, or to make another comment about my attitude.

Another inch of the dildo slipped out of my wet pussy, and I clenched around it.

He dropped his gaze to it, as if he was just waiting.

When the last inch of the dildo slipped out of my pussy and landed on the floor beneath me, I whimpered from the sudden feeling of emptiness, anticipating what he would do to me.

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