Page 50 of Pucking Secret

His eyes darken with desire as he looks me up and down, a jolt of arousal shooting through me.

“Come with me.” He leads me into his bedroom. We stop next to the bed. He looks at me with that burning gaze and orders, “Strip.”

I gulp. Just like that? He kneels down next to the bed and pulls a hidden drawer out from under it. My jaw drops when he opens it and reveals a collection of sex toys, paddles, cuffs, and more. Holy shit.

“I see you’ve picked up some new interests since high school,” I whisper.

He glances up at me with an arched brow. “You’re still dressed. I told you to strip.”

There’s an edge to his tone that makes me tense. He’s not kidding. With hands trembling with excitement, I pull my shirt off, then I take off my shoes and pants. I stop when I’m standing in nothing but my underwear and bra. My breath is coming out in quick pants as my heart races. I tap my fingers against my naked thighs in nervous anticipation.

Owen rises, a silky looking rope in one hand and a blindfold in the other. He drops both on the bed.

“Everything off,” he orders.

Oh my God. Why is this so hot? Owen being so commanding and confident is sexy as hell.

I obey, stripping out of my underwear and bra. Now I’m totally naked and he’s fully dressed. I’m definitely in the vulnerable position here, but I’m not scared. In fact, this is thrilling. Owen’s gaze rakes over me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice low and rumbling. “Lay on your back.”

I nod and move to obey. I can feel his eyes on me as I crawl onto the bed and settle in the middle of the mattress.

Owen loops the rope around my right hand, tying it to the headboard. He takes the other end of the rope and moves to the other side of the bed, capturing my other hand and binding it in the same way. When he’s done, he slips a blindfold over my eyes. I suck in a sharp breath as everything goes totally black.

“Owen?” I whisper, suddenly nervous.

“Relax,” he says in a soft tone. “I promise, I’m going to take care of you.”

I press my lips together, forcing myself to do as he says, and relax. I don’t want to say “offsides” at all. I’m loving every second of this.

The room goes quiet and I suddenly have no idea where Owen is. He’s still in the room because I haven’t heard the door open again, but he’s being totally silent. I strain to try and hear him, and just as I pick up on his soft breathing, he traces his fingers up one of my legs.

Gasping, I jerk against my bindings in surprise.

Owen chuckles. “Easy, beautiful.”

I swallow and he continues dragging his hand up my body, petting my skin with the lightest touches. It makes me shiver. Finally, he squeezes my breast before lightly pinching the nipple.

“Ah!” I moan. God, I’m already tingling between my legs, growing wet from pure anticipation. Not being able to see makes everything feel so much more… intense. I’m so much more aware of every part of my body. Everything is heightened by my helplessness and total surrender.

Owen’s hand slides down my belly, fingertips barely grazing my skin as he makes his way to my sensitive folds.

He runs his fingers along my pussy for several moments before removing his hand again.

“Wait… what?” I squirm, wanting his fingers back. “What are you doing?”

“That’s part of the fun,” he chuckles, his voice coming from somewhere above me. “Only I know the answer to that question.”

I hear him shuffling through that drawer again. The next second, he grabs my ankle, pulling my legs further apart. He presses something cool and rigid right up to my clit. When the item starts to buzz against me, pleasure explodes through my body and I cry out.

“Owen!”

“Relax,” he orders gently. “You’re so tense, baby.”

I realize that he’s right. My hands are clenched and I’m more focused on trying to figure out what he’s going to do next than simply enjoying the sensations pulsing through me. Sucking in a deep breath, I will my muscles to loosen and my mind to go blank.

This is what I want. To surrender completely to him. To let go and trust him to take control.

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