Page 80 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

Without stopping, I grip her by the arm and tug her silently after me.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She demands, her tone high pitched and flustered.

I don’t answer, continuing to pull her down the hallway after me until I reach my bedroom door. I fling it open and toss her in ahead of me before walking in and slamming the door.

I turn the lock with a softclickthat explodes loud as a gunshot in the silence.

She turns to face me with her lips parted in shock.

“What are you doing?” She asks again.

I walk towards the chest of drawers on the right side of my bedroom and open one, grabbing things and tossing them on the bed as she continues to gape at me.

“Phoenix?” She asks, her voice unsure now.

Her bravado is declining at an exponential rate now that I have her alone in a room, at my mercy to do with as I please.

I slam the drawer shut and turn towards her.

I take a step forward and she takes one back, walking backwards until her knees hit the edge of my bed and she’s forced to sit.

“You were trying to provoke me.” I bite out.

She looks up at me with big, wide eyes. “You provoked me first by saying I wouldn’t go through with it.”

“You were trying to provoke me,” I repeat, running my thumb over her trembling bottom lip and enjoying seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, “and it worked.” I continue on a whisper.

The distraction is enough that she doesn’t see the handcuff before it’s locked around her wrist.

“What are you— Phoenix!” She shrieks as I drag her up the bed.

I weave the chain around the bedpost and force her free arm down above her head before closing the second cuff around her wrist.

Her eyes are wide and paint such a beautiful picture of everything she’s feeling that I’m tempted to take a picture so I can immortalize this moment.

There’s uncertainty, a bit of fear, apprehension, and most surprisingly of all, anticipation.

I stand, cupping my hard cock through my jeans as I watch her laid out before me for the taking.

This position has the underside of her tits peeking out from below her crop top, her pink nipples just visible enough to tease but mostly hidden by her top. Her skirt is slightly bunched, resting above mid-thigh while still keeping her pussy covered.

A jolt of lust shoots straight to my cock when I remember she’s bare beneath her skirt and probably dripping wet for me.

She pulls at her handcuffs with a frustrated cry.

Metal clangs loudly against metal, but she remains firmly restrained. She watches me advance with anticipatory eyes.

“Nix, what are y—,” She tries again, but this time I muffle the rest of her sentence with my hand and bring my face close to hers.

“Shh,” I whisper against my fingers, our mouths separated only by my hand, “I told you not to call me that.”

My other hand moves to cup the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee.

Her breath hitches, I fuckingfeelit against my hand, and her eyes widen.

One touch.

That’s all it takes for her to respond to me like I just tripped a live wire. Her chest moves up and down accompanying the rhythm of her hacked breaths as she gazes unflinchingly back at me.

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