Page 139 of Tormented

I rise up, wiping my mouth with the back of my free hand, taking in every detail of her. I could look at her day in and day out without feeling like I’ve ever seen it all. Every time I lay my eyes on her she steals my breath all over again.

She’s perfect.

And I’m spoilt.

Abbey’s eyes are wide, her lips soft as she struggles to breathe beneath my grasp. I loosen up, not really wanting to take things that way just yet, and run the same hand down her side, slow and sensual. She expects it hard, expects me to be brutal. But what if I’m not? If I give her gentle and caring will she turn off me? Is that what it’ll take to finally lose her interest?

Only one way to find out . . . .

She arches into my touch, her eyes closed. The girl’s drunk on me and we haven’t really begun. Maybe it really is meshe’s after, and not the fantasy of the ‘bad boy’? Will I ever really believe it?

My gaze drifts across the floor to where my jeans lie piled in a heap. The buckle of my belt peeks out from below, giving me an idea. I step away to retrieve it, and Abbey pushes up to watch.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you can’t complain.”

She frowns, adorably confused until I slip the length of leather out of the belt loops. My girl understands now.

“Lie back with your legs bent and wrists beside your ankles.”

Her eyes flick to the belt.

“Now.”

“Are you going to—”

“Did I fuckin’ stutter?”

She swallows hard, and then does as she’s told. I take my time, making sure to drive her crazy with anticipation as I secure her hands beside her feet. Her arms are banded tight enough that if she tried to pull out of her hold, she couldn’t.

“Good girl.”

I reward her with a few strokes of her flush pussy, and her legs quiver.

“Tell me, Abbey-girl. You got any of those toys in here you were tellin’ me about?”

Her eyes narrow in challenge.

“Look for myself then, huh?” I lean left and check her nightstand first. Where else would a horny young woman keep her tools?

Sure enough, behind a few magazines in the bottom drawer, I find the magic box. Her eyes go wide as I pull the gold-colored cardboard from its hidey-hole, but she quickly schools her fear and smiles.

“That how we playing this evening, is it?”

“Sure is.” I toss the lid aside and find the moneymaker: a long, not so slim, chrome dildo. “Really?” I ask, lifting it out. “Chrome?”

“So? I like it that much.” She shrugs in her bounds.

“Guess I might like it a hell of a lot more soon, too.”

Left hand holding her ankles, I push her legs out of the way. She tenses up, so I set the dildo on the bed beside her and lick my thumb. No need to be too rough on her the first time. She squirms against me as I massage her pussy lips and clit until she’s weeping for more. Doesn’t matter how much she fights, until she tells me to stop, I’m not backing down.

“Oh my God, that feels good,” she moans, twisting her neck to try and see around her legs.

I reach up and shove her face away. “Did I ask you to talk?”

Shock registers on her face, but one look at the smirk I’m sporting and she understands it’s all part of the play.

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