Page 40 of Promised Secret
“Nothing will change. It’ll always be us against the world,” I told him instead, because that was a truth I fully believed. Even if we both found other people to marry, he would always be the most important person to me.
Dan shook his head, his eyes going wide and wet, and fuck, he looked like he was about to cry.
“You don’t understand,” he said, voice cracking. “You’ll never be mine.”
Panic welled up inside me because why did it sound like he was putting a ticking time bomb on our relationship? He was foreseeing an end that I never considered.
“Iamyours,” I said, needing him to believe me.
He shook his head again, eyes closed and facing the ground. I shot toward him and forced him to look at me.
“I’m yours,” I repeated. “Yours to do anything you want with.”
Dan’s brown eyes pierced through me. They were still glassy, probably from his unshed tears and the alcohol that went straight to his brain, but I didn’t miss the heat in them. His usual dark browns turned amber.The fire that burned in his gaze was so similar to the way he looked at me as he explored my dick with his wonderful hands.
My pants began tightening.
“Anything?”
The question came out soft and breathless, and I was fully pitching a tent now.
I gulped, trying to bring back moisture to my suddenly dry mouth as I nodded.
Dan sucked in an unsteady breath. His eyelids fluttered closed, but I could see his eyes flitting around under there like he was thinking hard about something. When he opened them again, there was a determination in his gaze.
“Stay there,” he ordered and tried to pull away. I was scared he was running again, so I grabbed his wrist. He half turned, eyes roaming down my body.
“I’ll be back,” he said, warm palm covering my hand and telling me to let go. “And you better be naked when I am.”
That had me dropping his arm like his words had burned me. Maybe they had. That had to be the only explanation for the heat that lingered in the pit of my stomach and shot straight to my groin.
Dan exited the living room without looking back, and I scrambled out of my clothes. Even with the extra layer gone, the AC couldn’t cool down my burning skin or my raging hard-on.
I didn’t have much beer, but the alcohol had to be the only reason I was so…excited, right?
Was that what this was? The anticipation of Dan’s return had precum spilling over my length. He’d told me to strip, just like last time. And just like last time, that meant he’d put his hands on me, right?
My cock throbbed at the thought, and I couldn’t resist giving it a comforting stroke.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Dan ordered, returning to the living room with a dining table chair and…neckties?
What the fuck was he going to do with that? I didn’t have time to wonder. I quickly dropped my hand like I’d been caught doing something bad.
Dan looked pleased that I’d followed his orders. That only made me want to follow them even more.
He pushed aside our coffee table and placed the chair in its place. I was dropping into it before he could even tell me to.
Dan quickly reeled in his surprise and knelt in front of me. I thought he was going to touch my aching cock, but he pushed my feet apart instead and used the neckties to tie my legs to either side of the chair leg.
That explained what the neckties were for.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he did the same with my hands and tied them to the back of the chair.
I tested the restraints. Dan definitely wasn’t a professional, and I could have broken free if I’d really wanted to, but I didn’t…
Dan was behind me and pressed a kiss to my nape before dragging his lips up my neck to whisper in my ear, “Testing the validity of your words. You said I can do anything I want with you, but how true is that, really?”
I shook in my seat, and my eyes pressed closed as his sweet-as-honey voice echoed straight into my lust-filled brain. How had I never noticed how nice Dan’s voice was? Everything about him was so fucking nice. He was fucking perfect.
