Page 37 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Maybe …” I said, rocking back on my heels and into the bed.

“You haven’t touched yourself all day?” Hector asked.

“Nope.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you lying to me?”

“Nope.” When he didn’t say anything further, I smiled up at him. “I’m being serious.”

“How come I don’t believe you?” he asked.

“Because you have trust issues.”

A low chuckle escaped his throat, and he popped off the first button of my shirt. “Correct.” Another button. “I do have trust issues, especially when known brats promise me that they’re speaking the truth.”

Warmth grew between my legs. “I am.”

Once he popped off all my buttons, he tugged my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to our feet. Then, he unclipped my bra. The straps fell down my shoulders, my breasts sliding out of the cups. Hector’s gaze dropped to them for a moment, and I could feel his dick hardening against me.

“Mmhmm …”

Next, he slid off my pants, his hands moving all the way down my legs. I stepped out of the clothes, and he set them on a cushioned chair in the corner of the room while I stood naked in front of him, slowly falling into—what Hector had mentioned on one of our many messages before we met—subspace.

After Hector pulled my arms behind my back, he slithered some rope that had been lying on the bed around them, starting at my wrists and so agonizingly slowly working his way up my arms to past my elbows. I glanced over my shoulder and rubbed my thighs together.

“Sir,” I whined. “Please, I’ve been waiting so long for it.”

“Patience,” he said, “makes the pleasure feel that much better.”

“I don’t have any more patience,” I cried, throwing my head back. “Please.”

He finished up with the knots and grabbed a second set of rope from the bed. “Sit.”

With my arms tied behind my back, I slid my ass up onto the bed and scooched back until my legs were straight in front of me. Hector crawled up beside me and bent my leg until the back of my thigh touched my calf, and then he knotted the rope around my ankle.

Heat coursed through my body as the rope casually glided against my clit.

“Look at that pretty, drooling pussy,” he murmured, working the rope up my thigh.

Once he finished with my right thigh, he dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt. I moaned, a wave of pleasure rushing through me at the first touch inhours, and lifted my hips so he’d touch more of me.

“You’re aching for it, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I cried. “Please, Sir.”

“Bend your left leg.”

I leaned back on my hands and bent my left leg.

Like he had done with my right leg, he knotted the rope around my ankle and then worked his way up my thigh, purposefully dragging the rope over my clit whenever he could. I lifted my hips every time, desperate to get any friction he’d give.

My pussy was drooling, my nipples were taut, and my entire body was aching.

“I’m completely at your mercy,” I said when he finished. “Now, please …”

With ease, Hector picked me up off the bed and set me on top of what looked to be a saddle with a huge dildo attached to it on the bed. I hovered over it the best that I could, but since my legs were tied together, I couldn’t stand in the tall kneeling position.

So, my body fell effortlessly back on the saddle and on the dildo, letting it fill me.

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