Page 75 of Rope Me In

“How are your wrists?”

She tugs a bit, and a tiny groan leaves her mouth. “They’re good.”

“Not too tight?”

“No. But, Kade?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

She nibbles on her lower lip. “What if someone walks down here?” Her cheeks flush, but I see the way her nipples pebble at the idea of it. I store that information in my mind for later and rub her knee gently.

“I doubt anyone will. They have no reason to.”

That placates her, and she dips her head once more, so I lift the handkerchief. “I’m going to blindfold you with this.”

Her eyes widen, and I see the tiniest bit of panic cross them. I let my hand drift from her knee to her thigh and stroke gently.

“You think too much, Presley. This”—I hold the fabric closer to her—“will keep you in your body. It will let you feel everything I do to you.”

She swallows, licking her lips as she thinks it over. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll say no, but then she nods. “Okay.”

I smile warmly at her. “There’s my brave girl.” She blushes as I reach over to tie it around her eyes. She keeps her blue irises locked on me until the moment I cover them up. I let the warmth of her body seep into me as I take my time, knotting the blue fabric before sitting back to admire my work.

Holy Christ, she’s hot. Between the belt and the blindfold, she’s completely at my mercy. I’m not going to sugarcoat it—it’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. But I have to say this is the first time I’ve done anything like this in my truck.

“Remember, if I go too far, you say stop.”

“I will.”

“Then relax. I’m going to make you feel good.” I gently stroke her jean-clad leg then lift my hand, bringing itback down to strike the inside of her thigh. The skin jiggles, and she expels a cry from the sensation. I do it again and then strike her other thigh twice as I watch her struggle against the bindings.

“Kade!” I do it twice more on each thigh before I press two fingers against her sex. “Oh my god!” she keens.

“That was just a little reminder to always tell me the truth, darlin’. When I asked you earlier if your ass hurt, you told me no. What do you say for lying to me?” I swat her again, a little harder this time.

“I’m sorry!”

I strike her on the other thigh, this time closer to her pussy. “Will you do it again?”

“No!” She half moans, half cries her answer.

I stop the swats and shift back on the seat. “Use the bindings to steady yourself; I’m going to move your legs. Don’t worry about the handle breaking. I don’t care if it does.”

She nods and relaxes into the belt around her wrists. I lift her sneakered feet, glad she’s not wearing the boots that seem to give her calves trouble. These are far easier to remove.

As I arrange her the way I want her, I can’t help wishing we’d gone somewhere with more space so I could’ve stripped her bare. But undressing her lower half will give me more than enough access to do what I have planned.

I keep my gaze on her as I untie her sneakers then drop them to the floor. She squirms a bit as I remove her socks, and I grin because she’s just given me vital information. I tickle the soles, and she squeals, kicking at me.

“Wow, Lemon. You’re ticklish.” She squirms as I continue my assault. She laughs and yells my name as she tries to get away, but she has nowhere to go. When she’s about to slide off the bench seat, I stop, situating her again as I chuckle. “Consider that punishment for when you said you weren’t thinking about me at Night Hawk. Because you were, weren’t you?”

Presley takes a deep inhale before she answers with a breathless “Yes.”

Satisfied with how this is going, I skate my hands up her round calves and thighs until I reach her waist. I stop when I get there, letting my hands rest on her low belly, keeping the lightest pressure I can. She sucks her stomach in beneath my hands, and anger rises in me—not at her but at Derek and the world that made her believe she’s not good enough.

“Take a deep breath in and out, Presley.” Once she exhales, I move my hands again, bringing them to the snap of her jeans. “Just keep breathing.” When she lets out another breath, this one sounding calmer, I undo the snap then bring her zipper down to expose her soft midsection. I don’t stop as I push my fingers into the band of her pants and start to pull down.

“Lift that sexy ass up now,” I coax. Once I have the space, I pull down her pants, taking her underwear with me. I think it’s better this is done all at once; that way, she doesn’t have time to get into her head.

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