Page 35 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

After dressingthe bed in a new set of sheets, I smoothed out the comforter and then leaned back, imagining Heather sprawled out on this bed tonight, her body glistening in sweat and cum.

I walked over to the dresser and pulled open the drawer of my favorite rope.

Plaything Co.Bondage Rope.

Like all the other toys she had given me, Michelle haddonatednearly twenty samples of rope to me when she was choosing which one to add to her online sex shop. I pulled the smooth black rope out and let one strand fall to the ground. This one was sturdy, reliable, and easy on the skin.

My phone lit up on the stand, and I glanced down at the messages.

Heather: Hmm …

A smile twitched on my lips. I had been impatiently waiting for tonight since yesterday, when I had given her strict orders not to touch herself. And while I was the Dom and I gave the orders, I had given myself the same punishment.

No coming. No jerking off.

Not until she learned.

It was a way to reward us both—her for listening and me for teaching her well.

Heather: What are the punishments again?

Hector: Don’t test me, Heather.

Because I liked it too much. Especially from her.

Heather: I promise I don’t need any punishment.

After drawing my tongue across my teeth, I shook my head and placed the phone down on the dresser. I laid the rope on the bed and grabbed the saddle from the closet, setting it in the center of the mattress.

Oh, Heather, Heather, Heather …

She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I fucking loved it.

I found myself thinking about her more than I should’ve throughout the day, and I feared that, one day, this would all be over because it couldn’t last forever with her father being my business partner and best friend.

And when this was over, I’d be ruined for anyone else.

I wouldn’t find anyone like Heather ever again.

Once I grabbed a bottle of water and some snacks from the other room, I set them on a side table, dimmed the lights, and headed out to the front to wait for her. Only a few more minutes, and I’d finally get to tie her down and pleasure her the way I’d always wanted.

Since Heather wasn’t here yet—she’d better show up—I spotted Michelle and Steven sitting on a maroon couch by the bar. I stuffed one hand in my pocket and walked toward them while scanning the bar for Heather.

When I reached them, Michelle looked up at me. “Where have you?—”

“No more fucking dildos in my office,” I growled at her.

Michelle snickered. “Did Heather find it and think you like being pegged?”

I gritted my teeth and glared at her. “Don’t bring them anymore.”

“Well, who is going to test my products?” she asked.

“If you have rope you want me to test, fine. Saddles, fine. But if you bring in a fucking dildo to my office ever again, I’m going to throw it out the window, and you’ll be responsible if it hits anyone on the way down.”

“Wooooow,” Michelle said. “Don’t even want to support your sister’s small biz.”

I looked over at Steven. “How do you deal with this?”

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