Page 63 of Two Chambered Heart

With wide eyes, Corey took a small step back and sat down in the chair, sliding to the back of the expansive seat so her pelvis wasslightly angled upward with the incline of the chair. She leaned back, watching him, the blackness of her pupils eating up the ocean in her eyes.

Jason retreated to the leather trunk at the end of his bed, flipping it open and pulling out several coils of hemp ropes. Corey said nothing as he brought the ropes to the chair and dropped them to the ground. She just kept watching as he unravelled a coil and knelt before her.

He ran his hand up her bare calf, more goosebumps pebbling her flesh, and then pulled her foot into his lap. Deftly, he looped the rope around her ankle, tying a quick reef knot, before wrapping it halfway up her calf and tying a hitch to secure it. Then he pulled the rope to the leg of the chair and tied a few more easy knots, securing her leg to the sling back.

“This is what Kayden meant when he said ropes were your thing,” Corey asked, breathily.

He didn’t respond. His eyes were trained on her, watching her watchhimat her feet, as he secured her other leg, not needing to look at the rope to do it. He could tie this arrangement in his sleep. It was simple, but extremely secure.

Corey was breathing heavily by the time he stood back up, shifting from looking down at him to lookingupat him.

Her long legs were spread wide beneath him, and she looked exquisite in his leather chair. But he wasn’t finished with her. As precisely as he’d tied her legs, Jason tied her wrist to the arm of the chair, securing the rope below the silly little watch she was always wearing. Her knuckles were raw from training this morning. He moved on to her other wrist, and she let him. He had been waiting for her to pull back, to stop him or ask him what he was doing, but she seemed content to let him tie her up, and the idea of that was pure excitement and a rush of possibilities.

She was almost fully constrained before him. Jason had been growing harder and harder in his jeans as he worked, and he could feel his cock throbbing. It would be nothing for him to slide her panties to the side, or rip them clean off, and slide his dick into her. It was exactly what this chairwas made for, and exactly what he usually used this rope pattern for. She would let him, too. At this point, he didn’t doubt that she wanted him. But he told himself thathedidn’t wanther.

“Last part,” he said to Corey, picking up one more rope with one hand and reaching for her face with his other. He ran this thumb along the seam of her lips, and they parted, her hot breath fanning around his finger. He gripped her jaw a little tighter.

“Open up, sweetheart.”

Shockingly, she did as she was told.

He brought his last rope between her teeth, and pulled it over her tongue, taut against the sides of her mouth, and then circled the rope to the back of her head.

He had her gagged.

He caught the slight jump of her hand in her restraints, either an intentional response or involuntary, likely wanting to get to the rope that now filled her mouth. But she was effectively restrained against that sort of movement.

For his own sick amusement, he tied the rope with a bow at the back of her head. It wasn’t like she’d be able to free her hands to untie it. She wouldn’t be able to speak like this, and she seemed to realize it too, because her eyes bugged out slightly before Jason tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

It was an exchange of power. And finally, after they’d been tussling for it all night, Jason had come out on top.

Jason brought his face close to Corey’s. “You want to know me, Corey? Well, here I am. But I’m not your plaything—you’re mine.”

He stepped back and pulled his phone out of his pocket and the receipt from dinner. With eyes locked on Corey’s, he keyed in Payton’s number and put the phone on speaker.

It rang twice before Payton’s sultry voice flooded through the phone. “That didn’t take very long.”

Jason smirked at her confidence. “You want to come over and play, Payton?”

Chapter twenty-five

- Corey -

There was just enough light that Corey could see Jason’s room clearly. After calling the waitress and confirming that she would come over, Jason had left her tied up in this chair in his room, alone.

And she was fuming.

She fought the rope in her mouth with her tongue, but she couldn’t dislodge it. She pulled against the ropes on her ankles, but those didn’t budge either. Though she didn’t doubt Jason’s skills with a rope, it would be dumb not to at least try.

She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, following him up to his room, but it hadn’t been this. Internally, she berated herself for her stupidity. Clearly, the wine at dinner had gotten to her.

Jason had been so hot and cold all night. For the last week, every time she thought she was making progress with him, he went back on the attack again. She hadn’t asked Kayden about it, unwilling to let him know how much his brother was getting under her skin. But he was. In his own twisted way, he was giving her attention and then torturing her with it. Their power dynamic had her constantly on edge, but she was determinedto get the upper hand at some point. She just hadn’t quite figured him out yet, and she was usually very good at figuring people out.

Corey didn’t want to admit that she’d felt a pang of jealousy as he flirted with their waitress, who he was now bringing over to fuck. She knew he was going to make her watch. Whether the waitress would be okay with that was up for debate, but judging from the way she’d looked at Jason, she’d take what she could get.

She tried to lift her arms, but they were securely fastened to the chair, and they were too sore from that morning’s training session with Kayden for her to put any genuine effort into it. Corey had spent everything she had learning proper punching and climbing technique, to the point where she’d barely been able to carry their bags when Kayden had taken her shopping again.

But that was what she wanted. She wanted her arms to get as strong as her legs, and that rope climb to get out of the grotto was the push she needed to take it seriously. Sure, she’d been in many physical altercations, but she wasn’t trained. Kayden could train her, so she was going to use that to her advantage. She never wanted to be in another situation where she was defenseless, present state notwithstanding.

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