Page 87 of The Good Girl Effect
He wraps my bound arms around my legs so I’m tied into a ball. “How do you feel?” he asks.
“Good,” I reply, although my voice is a bit shaky.
He continues tying, doing what I assume is a quick-release knot around my legs and arms, restricting my movement even more.
“Deep breath,” he says, and I pull air in slowly to my lungs. He does this to check that it’s not too tight and that I can still breathe freely.
Once he’s done, he steps away, and I lie frozen on the bench. The room feels cool on my skin, especially the exposed parts between my legs.
“Look at you,” he mutters darkly. “Completely at my mercy now, aren’t you?”
Arousal blooms in my belly when I hear the sound of him removing his clothes.
“Do you like it, little bird? Being bound like this for me?”
I nod.
The sound of his pants hitting the floor across the room echoes against the walls, and I let out a small gasp. When he touches me, I try to lean into it, but I can’t move. He starts at my shoulder, running his fingers softly over my arm and then down my folded legs.
I feel his eyes on me, like warm rays of sunlight. Then his fingers slide through my folds, finding the pooling moisture there, and I mewl with need.
“So wet for me already,” he breathes, and I fidget against the ropes. Ineedhim—his touch, his body, his cock.
“Please,” I whine.
Of course, he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he slides a finger inside me, and I have to muffle my own cries by biting my lip.
“Is this what you want?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“What do you want, little bird?”
He’s teasing me, and I’m afraid that if I tell him what I want, he won’t give it to me. It has to be whathewants.
“Go ahead,” he says, thrusting harder. It feels so good and so dirty, but I need more.
“Please fuck me,” I mumble quietly.
“You think you’ve earned that?” he replies.
I nod eagerly.
When he pulls his finger out, I hear him spit. The warm saliva drips through my folds and down to my ass. I have never felt so depraved and sexy at the same time. I try squirming again, but I can barely budge in these restraints.
It’s a feeling of surrender, and I know that if I didn’t trust Jack so much, it would be harrowing and frightening. Instead, I am so aroused because Iwanthim to use my body without my control. I get as much pleasure out of his pleasure as he does.
With the feel of his cock against my core, I hold my breath. He enters me slowly, and I let out a long, needy moan.
“Is that what you wanted, little bird?” His voice is strained, as if he’s so overcome with the sensation that he can hardly speak.
“Yes,” I cry out.
“God, I wanted it too,” he says as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in. “I thought about being inside you all day. I couldn’t wait to get home and fuck you again.”
He starts to pick up his speed, but the position is awkward, and I can tell he’s not getting in as deep as he wants. He pulls a few ropes, and they start to slacken so I can straighten my legs. With my ankles still bound together, he lifts my legs and puts them over one shoulder.
Jerking me to the edge of the bench, he pounds into me so hard that I nearly scream. My back arches, and my head grinds into the upholstery as I struggle to move. It’s so intense and so exquisite, and the restraints just make everything better.
