Page 121 of By His Play

“What are you looking for?” she asks before slamming her lips shut when I give her a heated look over my shoulder.

Finally, I find something that will work.

I spin around with two scarves in my hand.

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EFFIE

Blood rushes past my ears and my heart pounds in every inch of my body as I watch him wrap the scarves around each of my ankles and tie them to the foot of the bed.

I wasn’t lying when I told him earlier that I’d never been tied up before. And I’m glad I haven’t. I wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else.

“There,” he mutters as he steps back to assess his handiwork.

My breathing is erratic and my skin is prickling with my need to be touched.

I’ve been buzzing since he got me close with his tongue and fingers in the shower, my pussy aching and clenching in its need for more. And now I’m lying here completely at his mercy, everything has only gotten more intense, more desperate.

“Kieran,” I whimper, watching as he walks around the bed.

He’s like a lion stalking his prey, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Wrapping his hand around the back of his neck, he pulls on it as his eyes lift to the ceiling.

My heart jumps into my throat worrying that he’s suddenly regretting all of this.

I’m not exactly in the best position if he’s doubting everything.

“I…I don’t show women this side of me, Effie. I’ve never—” He cuts himself off, and his eyes find mine. “I usually keep it locked down. But…I trust you. And I think…I think you get off on this too. My sweet, nerdy little lucky charm is secretly just as kinky as I am.”

Am I?

His eyes blaze with fire at the thought of his statement being true.

I mean, it could be. He’s not wrong; last night was wild. The way he touched me, the things he said...I burned for him like I never have for any other man.

“This is between us,” I tell him.

I would never in a million years consider telling anyone anything about our friendship or anything we do or talk about.

My relationship with Kieran is precious. Always has been, always will be.

“I know. I just…I needed you to know that this—” He gestures between us. “—isn’t what I usually do with women.”

I raise a brow.

“I’m serious. I don’t show strangers this side of me. Hell, I’ve never shown anyone this side of me.”

A wide smile spreads across my lips.

It’s fucking weird.

If you described this situation to me and told me that I’d be lying here feeling happier than I have in quite some time, I’d say that you were crazy.

But as it turns out, I might be tied up and unable to do anything but follow him with my eyes around the room, but I feel lighter than I have since moving my life to St. Louis to be with Grams all those months ago.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.

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