Page 61 of Tempt

He grins, a half-cocked smile that makes my insides flip. “This is so nice,” he murmurs. “But I don’t want to come like this.”

I squeak as he pulls out.

“I want to see if you like it, too.”

It’s harder than it sounds for him to push me back and strip my jeans off me while my hands are tied and in the way, but then he lifts my arms, resting the rope-bound limbs against my head—and baring my body to him.

I’m tied up and stretched out on the couch while a handyman violates me, and it’s everything I thought it would be and more.

It’s silly and hot and unexpected.

His hand feels extra-big and extra-rough as he pushes my thighs apart.

I close my eyes as I picture what he’s looking at, my pink pussy, wet and shiny in the afternoon winter light streaming in from the kitchen.

It’s quiet in my house, and I’m suddenly aware of his breathing. A little laboured, a lot aroused.

My clit throbs under his appraisal, I can feel it twitch, and he groans. He saw it, too. He was looking at me that closely.

Then I feel his mouth on me, warm and hungry. His tongue moves over my flesh, not missing an inch. He fucks it into me, uses it to nudge my clit, too. Then he sucks. My legs start to shake, desperate trembles, and I rock my hips, eager for more.

But just like my mouth on his cock, this isn’t how he wants it to end.

With a grunt, he grabs my arms and releases the rope. “Oh,” I gasp as my shoulders sag free. I hadn’t realized how tight I was holding my arms.

Sam rubs my wrists, then flips me over. “Just pretend you’re still bound,” he growls in my ear as he covers me, as his heavy cock finds my cunt slick and ready. “Just pretend you don’t have a choice, that I’m taking this as my payment. But we both know you want it. We both know you have money to pay me, and you’re hiding it somewhere in this house.”

“Ah!” I gasp and shove back against him, my hips rocking independently now. Fuck, fuck, yes.

“Need you like this.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I need you, too. Like this. Rough. I need it.” I keep whispering those three words,I need it I need it I need itas the tool belt digs into my hips, pressing hard, as his cock drags in and out of my sensitive folds. I’ll be sore by the end of the day at this rate.

I can’t wait.

“Make me come,” I mumble into the couch cushion.

I don’t know if he hears me, but it doesn’t matter. The mental picture of him looming behind me, both of us still partially dressed, gets me there. I shove one hand under my body to find my clit, and I go flying as soon as my fingertip makes contact.

A groan rips from my chest, and behind me, Sam echoes it as he buries himself deep inside me.

My beloved, keeper of my secrets and my sounds.

20

Sam

“What else shouldI read up on?”

“Sam!”

I grin at Hazel. We’re standing in the middle of the train station, saying a lingering goodbye because the train is a few minutes late. I don’t mind it when it buys us a little more time. “Come on. Give me something to think about on the trip home.”

She bites her lower lip, glances left and right, then leans in and lowers her voice. “I want to be spanked. For real.”

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