Page 61 of Bully

“The first night I had you.” He replied, reminding me of the night at the private event when he tricked me into thinking he was a faceless John using my body for his own pleasure.

“I thought you said you’d never apologize for that night.”

“I won’t.” He shook his head, taking another drag off his cigarette before pinching it out with his fingers. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me giving myself to you, completely, without limits. Just like you gave yourself to me that night.” He undid his cuff links and nodded to the room where different implements were all waiting to be used. “Pick your poison, Rainbow. I can’t say no. I’m at your mercy.”

“My mercy.” I spun around, looking at all the fun items I could use on him if he were truly my toy for the night. “This feels like a test.”

“Does it?” He questioned, sliding his shirt off and hanging it up on a hook on the wall. “It feels like a gift to me.”

“I sure love getting gifts.” I hummed, desperate to give in to it. What I wouldn’t do to have Tamen in my clutches for a night of fun on my terms.

“So, pick your gift tonight, Rainbow.” He leaned over my shoulder, whispering in my ear as I took another appraisal of the room. “How are you going to use me tonight?”

“Fuck.” I moaned and then pointed to my favorite toy in the room. “St. Andrew’s cross.”

I could feel his smile against my cheek before he kissed my neck and walked around me toward the cross in the corner of the room. He pulled it out into the center of the room and eyed up the shackles already attached at the four corners. “This is your pick?”

“It is.” I crossed my arms and stared down my nose at him slightly. “Are you still brave enough to give yourself to me?”

Tamen chuckled with a sinister grin and pulled the fastener of his pants open. “I’m all yours, darling.” Holding my stare, he pushed his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them and adding them to his pile of discarded clothes. “How do you want me?”

I crooked my finger at him, walking over to the cross and looking up at the wrist cuffs at the top. “Tied up and silent.”

He tried to hide his grin as he turned his back against the cross, holding his arms up to the cuffs, waiting for me to fasten him.

Slowly, I shook my head and twirled my finger in the air for him to turn around. “Facing the cross.”

Raising one brow at me in question, he chuckled lightly and turned around, facing the cross and revealing his backside to me. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” I murmured, locking his left wrist first in the cuff and then moving around his body to do the right. When I was behind him, I laid a kiss directly between his shoulders and he took a deep breath, like it gave him life. “Nervous?”

“Anxious.” He replied, glancing over his shoulder as I hooked his other wrist to the cross before slowly lowering myself to the floor to attach his ankles. The cross was more of an X than a cross, and it made him have to spread his feet pretty far to reach the cuffs, leaving him unstable and on edge.

Exactly how I wanted him to be.

Having been detained appropriately, he silently watched me as I walked around the cross, looking at him through the V between the armbars. “I’m not sure how far to push you.”

“Are you afraid of breaking me?” He grinned monstrously. “I’m unbreakable.”

“Safe word of your choice.”

He rolled his eyes and glared at me before adjusting himself to stand as upright as possible. “Black.”

I let the word tumble around in my head for a moment, wondering why he chose that to be his saving grace, but I kind of already knew.

Tamen Bryce had a black soul, or so he thought at least. I wasn’t as convinced, but it didn’t matter.

“Black.” I repeated, walking back around the other side of the cross. “Limits?”

“None.” He replied instantly, following me as best as he could. “Do your worst.”

“I thought this was about pleasure.”

“Yours.” He countered. “And trust.”

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