Page 71 of The Restoration Program
Ryan went on as if she’d said nothing. “I’m going to have to search you before the interrogation, make sure you’re not hiding anything.”
A flick of his wrist—the yarn jumped and Nicole was jerked upright to a seated position. Her breaths became quicker, bordering on frantic. The move had been soeasyfor him.
“Thought you’d be more of a fighter, with all that talk.”
She cringed at the obvious cue, coming up empty for a smart remark. To make up for it, she halfheartedly squirmed and kicked at the fingers idling beside her legs. “Guess I’m just confident,” she managed lamely.
Ryan’s gaze stilled on hers, flashing. He didn’t stop at having her sit or stand. In the blink of an eye, her feet had left the bed entirely, and she was dangling at the mercy of his grip.
“And how is that working out for you?” he purred.
For a moment, Nicole couldn’t think. The size difference between them had been at the forefront of her mind since the beginning, but the nightmarish strength he now possessed had felt pleasantly distant the past weeks. Together, they had softened the impact of it all through constant reassurances and gentleness and the daily questions ofare you sure this is okay, babe, am I hurting you?
Now, she kicked her feet, strained her arms, but there was nowhere to go. Ryan’s smug smile blurred as hot tears pricked her eyes. It was the devil’s leer before her.
“Does it make you wet, waiting for me to punish you?” Ryan whispered. “You want Daddy to punish you, don’t you?”
“I—Oh!”
His other hand lifted beneath her calves, relieving the strain from her arms. Her knees spread and he thrust his tongue between them. The sensation of powerful heat was divine, but she was unable to focus on the pleasure.
“Ryan… The yarn feels weird. It’s digging into me.”
“I’ve got you baby. You’re okay. You’re fine.”
The dizziness didn’t subside, but he was too pussy-drunk to notice. Nicole squirmed her hips around like a floundering salmon, forcing him to pause when he took a tiny knee to the eye.
“Ow! Nicki…” He moved her hands down, jerking her forward. “Bad.”
She leaned away, and it did absolutely nothing. “Ryan, wait—”
He pacified her with sensuous kisses, but it wasn’t enough. She was still at the mercy of his grip. The hand curled her legs lifted, forcing her knees near her chest.
No matter what she did, she couldn’t escape.
couldn’t escape,
couldn’t escape,
couldn’t escape,
The thought roared until a frightened scream tore out of her.
“Put me down!”
The answering chuckle was dark—notherRyan. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
“I mean it, Ry! Stop it! Put me down!”
Finally, that dumb fucking look on his face faded.
“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh, fuck, sorry.”
He set her down on the bedding, his hands hovering over her while she simultaneously tried to recover without use of her bound hands.
“Untie me!” Nicole barked.
“I’m trying! Hold still!”
