Page 129 of By His Play

As she lifts her hand, the red marks on her wrist from my belt catch my eye, and my cock swells.

She looked so fucking perfect tied up there for me.

I can’t help but wonder if vanilla sex with random women is going to satisfy me when this comes to an end.

It won’t, a little voice says in the back of my head, but I shove it down.

I’ll worry about that when the time comes.

If the worst happens, there are clubs in Chicago that discreetly cater to such tastes. I’m sure I’ll be able to get my kicks there while staying under the radar.

“I made pizza,” I explain as I pull the tray from the fridge.

She blinks a few times.

“F-from scratch?” she asks, sounding impressed.

“Yes, from scratch,” I state proudly. “You’re going to eat, then I’m going to run you a bath, and then we’re going to find something to watch.”

Her eyes narrow on me.

“What?” I ask, a little too amused by her attempt to figure me out now that she’s learned all these new things.

“You’re not going to tie me up again and?—”

“Oh, I will,” I say, dropping the tone of my voice. “But not until you’ve recovered.” Abandoning the pizza on the counter, I step up to her, tilting her chin back so she has no choice but to look up at me. “As much as I enjoy making you fall apart, I love putting you back together again just as much.”

Her eyes study mine as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“Words, Effie.”

“Will you…will you join me? In the tub, I mean.”

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EFFIE

The last three days have been…

Unexpected.

Surreal.

Incredible.

Educational.

God, there’s a whole list of words I could use to describe it.

But the one that really comes to mind is easy.

Everything has been so relaxed and natural.

I guess that’s what happens when you start fucking your best friend. You’re already connected on a level. There is none of the awkwardness. Well, maybe not as much of it. Getting naked in front of him, knowing how stunning the women he chooses to spend time with are, was a little unnerving. But the moment I saw his reaction to my body, it was easy to push it aside.

I might not be tall and slim like those supermodels, but he wanted me, and the thought makes my head spin.

I’ve become too comfortable around him, too reliant on him.

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