Page 120 of By His Play

I guess, in a way, I am.

For the first time ever, I have every intention of doing this exactly as I want to.

I’m not going to let my fear hold me back because, for once, this isn’t about me.

It’s about her.

Effie.

My best friend.

The one woman I know I can trust with all my darkest secrets and desires.

Releasing her in the middle of her room, I take a step back.

“Strip,” I demand, pushing my hands into my pockets as I wait for her to follow orders.

She does instantly, revealing her body to me.

The bruises on her hips catch my eye again, and I can’t help but hope that this time tomorrow, she’ll have more.

She stands before me beautifully naked, waiting for my next command.

“Get on the bed, in the middle, arms above your head.”

Her cheeks expand as she sucks in a deep breath before spinning and stalking toward the bed.

I watch as she crawls onto the middle, giving me a look at her ass and pussy before she flips over and does as she’s told.

I stand there for a few more seconds before jumping into action.

“Where are you going?” she calls as I dart from the room.

“Spread your legs and wait,” I call over my shoulder, rushing to the guest room.

Her eyes widen when I return with two leather belts in my hand.

She swallows nervously but doesn’t say a word as I walk to the top of the bed, wrap the leather around her wrist, and then secure her to the bed.

I repeat the action with her other arm, loving the way her breathing gets more and more erratic as I restrict her movement.

Stepping back, I assess my handiwork.

“Beautiful,” I muse before movement catches my attention. I frown. “I said spread your legs.”

Instantly, she obeys, and I stalk to the foot of the bed, my eyes locked on her glistening pussy.

“You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”

I don’t need her confirmation; her body answers for her, but that doesn’t stop her from whispering, “Yes.”

“Has anyone ever tied you up before?”

She bites her bottom lip before shaking her head.

“Good.” I love the idea of being the first to do this to her.

Ripping my eyes from her, I begin pulling her drawers open.

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