Page 69 of Broken Princess

I’m not sure I can reach the second one because of the way he’s laying. Unless… I scoot away and his body follows until he’s more centered on the bed. I rub my hand up and down his arm in a gentle caress before linking my fingers through his, lifting our hands. I get it high enough to slip the other loop over his wrist and back away, coming to sit on my knees to observe my handiwork. He goes to reach for me again, pulling the rope tight. His eyes pop open and I enjoy my triumph as he realizes I’ve got him ensnared for a change.

“Jordanna?”

“Let me tell you how this is gonna to go. It’syouthat’s been a very bad boy, and now I’ll be the one meting out the punishments.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, no? Are you the only person who gets to tie someone up and make demands?”

He struggles against the ropes even though he should know better than anyone, they’re not going anywhere.

“When I get free.”

“Let’s not go making any more threats, hmm?”

Now I need to decide what to do with him. I slip out of my jeans then lean forward, kissing his jaw, his neck, his ear, before trailing my mouth down one side of his body, then back up the other. I take a page from his book, twisting and biting his nipples to elicit pain, before sucking them into my mouth to give him pleasure. Suckling and nibbling his flesh, until hickeys appear. He’ll wear my marks tomorrow. His erection tents his pants, but I ignore it. There won’t be any instant gratification for him. Not this time. “Roll over.”

“Not happening.”

“No? Okay.” I pull my sweater over my head and kneel over him, wearing nothing but my panties and bra.

He drags his eyes down my body and taunts, “You want to torture me, you have to do better than this.”

“Challenge excepted.” I discard the last of my clothing before climbing up his body to straddle his chest. Reaching behind me, I brush my palm over his erection. He stays still as if me sitting with my pussy in his face and my hand on his dick is as innocent as having a tea party.

Taking my free hand, I pinch my nipples before leaning down to brush them across his lips. His face remains impassive, but it’s his eyes I watch. I tick off the change of colors in my head. Emerald, moss, onyx.

He’s had one threat that’s resounded in my head since that first time. One thing he does to show dominance over women. Let’s see how he likes it when the roles are reversed.

I scoot closer, lifting myself up, hovering over his face. “You’re going to eat my pussy and lick up every last drop.”

Before he can say something to contradict me, I press myself against his mouth, leaving just enough room for him to breathe through his nose. But only because I don’t want to suffocate him before he’s done.

He lays there, a bored look on his face, like he’s not interested.

Reaching inside his pants, I grip his shaft, giving it a quick jerk. “You don’t want to taste me, Logan?” I ask, sliding back. “That’s too bad.” I pout, dipping a finger inside my opening. “Because if you want an answer to your question, this might be the only way to get it.”

That pushes his button. He tilts his head forward, latching onto my clit. Groaning, I push closer to his mouth as he laps and sucks my juices, stiffening his tongue to plunge into my opening. “That’s it, Logan. Right there, baby. Fuck. I love your mouth on me.” His tongue flicks against my swollen nub. I grip the headboard as I ride his face.

I’m close, riding the high. “Logan!” I cry out when he nibbles and sucks hard on my clit, sending me flying over the edge. When I’m steady enough to move, I pull off his pants, tossing them on the other side of the room. I dress in a hurry, grab my bag, and place a quick peck on his cheek, before loosening the knot on one end of the rope, and bolt towards the door.

Thankfully, the elevator is on this floor. I’m in it, with the gate rolled down and descending by the time he reaches this end of the hall. I blow him a kiss, before I disappear from his line of sight. I’m laughing when I step outside, and slide into the backseat of the car Pepper sent to take me back to campus.

Twenty-Six

Jordanna

I’m looking for something to wear to Summer’s basketball banquet and chastising myself for not coming shopping sooner. Stepping out of the dressing room, I go to the end of the walkway, to look at myself in the full length mirror. I turn sideways to check out the flare of the skirt in back. It’s cute but I’m not sure I like the cut on me. If I were going for an office job it would be perfect, but it’s too plain for a banquet. I do a quick change and step outside again. This time when I look in the mirror, someone else’s face appears next to mine.

I hold Bella’s gaze in the mirror. It’s fitting that she snuck up on me. I mean, demons often appear out of thin air, right?

“Back to crushing on me again, are you? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m still not into you.”

“You think you’re so safe, being at school, and working for the dean? You’re not.”

“That’s what all of your friends keep telling me, and yet… I don’t feel like I’m in danger.”

She sneers at me and says, “You’re so pathetic, you don’t even know it.”

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