Page 103 of No Promises, No Lies

Finally, she utters out the three words I’ve been waiting to hear, “I trust you.” Her eyes are hesitant, cautious, but she’s decided, exposing her neck and waiting to see if I’ll tear out her throat.

I press a kiss to her lips, dropping my fingers until they graze her inner thigh while I reach over her head with my other hand, feeling around the back of the mattress until I find what I’m looking for.What I set up last night.

I break the kiss and quickly reach over, slipping the leather cuff over her wrist and tightening it before she can rip it away.

Panic takes over, and she thrashes under me, trying to throw me off of her. But I have her trapped between my thighs as I secure the buckle. I look down at her calmly. Her chest heaves, nipples tightly pebbled. I have to fight the urge to take one in my mouth.

Rory reaches for the buckle, her fingers fumbling to undo it. I grasp her free hand and throw it back to the other side of her, pinning it to the mattress above her. But I don’t bind it—not yet. Instead, I stare into the fear clouding those beautiful blue eyes.She’s shaking. I speak slowly, keeping any movement controlledto not alarm her further. Leaning forward, I lightly touch her lips with mine, only to withdraw and gaze into her wide eyes.

“Trust. Me.”

I don’t move until she responds. I can feel her heart racing under my right palm just over her chest, holding her to the bed. Her eyes search mine, looking in them for an answer to a question only she can ask. With one more fearful look at the cuff already around her wrist, she returns her gaze to mine and shakily dips her chin in a slow nod.

I release her left wrist. She leaves it where I pinned it to the mattress. Breathing hard, Rory watches as I reach over and pull out a second cuff, trembling when I close it around her wrist and tighten just enough so it doesn’t hurt, but she won’t be able to slip out of it.

And then I leave her there, swinging my leg off of her naked and quivering body. I’m still fully clothed, meandering to the foot of the bed. Without warning, I reach out and tug at her feet, pulling her down until the chains on the cuffs grow taut. The little squeak of fear she lets out travels straight to my cock. I flash her a dark smile before I strip off my shirt.

Her eyes follow me as I move to my dresser drawer, pulling something out, careful to keep it concealed in my palm.

“Aidan?” she questions, her voice a mixture of fear and hope—hope that she hasn’t made a mistake in trusting me.

I circle her slowly, flicking on the little device I ordered especially for her when I ordered her lingerie. She can hear it vibrating in my palm and looks at me in confusion.

“Have you ever used one of these before?”

She hesitates but dips her chin almost sheepishly in admission.

I shake my head,“Nothing to be ashamed of, love.” I take in the sight of her beautiful body, stretched out and waiting for me.Mine. Her legs pressed firmly together. “Have you ever used one of these with a partner?”

She shakes her head slowly. Her answer makes what’s about to happen next all the sweeter.

“Good girl,” I praise and she shivers, her chains clinking softly. Lying down beside her, I study every inch, exploring her body with my hand. When I roll her nipple between my two fingers, she quivers, pulling on the chains that hold her hands stretched out above her head.

I bring the little device closer. She eyes it warily. I lay a kiss on her stomach in reassurance as I work my way down. “Your safe word isoffsides.” I hold her gaze, my face serious. “If you don’t like something. You use it. Got it?”

She stares at me, her eyes going back and forth between the toy and me. I pinch her nipple roughly to bring her attention back to mine. She lets out a yelp. “I said, do you got it?”

“Yes,” Rory says clearly this time. Still wary, but there’s a spark of excitement there as well.

I explore her first with my fingers, running the back of my hand between her breasts and down the length of her. She expected the toy, so her initial flinch was an overreaction. I let out a dark chuckle, slowly circling her. She’s already dripping, her pussy pink and perfect. I stroke her gently.

“So wet,” I hum with approval. “My girl likes it a little dark?” I grin deviously before slipping a finger inside, smiling wider as she arches back. With my other hand, I press the toy to her clit, switching it on. She screams out in surprise, which graduates into a moan of pleasure as I move the toy around her most sensitive area.

She struggles against her restraints, overwhelmed by the sensation yet craving more of it. I swear I could come from the sight of her writhing at my hand alone. I turn up the intensity on the toy, circling it around her clit, teasing her to the brink oforgasm. Just as she’s about to go over the edge, I pull the toy away.

Rory lets out a strangled whine, eyes opening, hips lifting—searching for contact.

I reach up and pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers while I move to the side of her, away from her spread legs. She pulls helplessly at her restraints, squirming below me, wanting my attention lower.

“You want to come, love?” I ask her with a dark smile.

“Yes,” she whispers, hesitantly, her eyes watching mine.

I continue to play with her nipple, then switch to her other breast, and she lets out a gasp. “You ran from me.” I abandon her breasts, slowly tracing my fingers across her stomach, but not close to where she wants me. “You think you deserve to come?”

She bites her lip, watching me for a moment before slowly shaking her head.

I click my tongue, slowly working my way back to where she wants me. From my back pocket, I pull out a second toy. This one is long and thick. Without warning, I thrust it inside her. She lets out a scream. When I turn it on, her eyes roll back in her head, her back arching off the mattress. Body shuddering from both the vibrating penetration and the sucking stimulation of the first toy I’ve pressed back up against her clit.

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