Page 6 of The Mistaken Bet

“Would you like more?”

“Um-hmm” She stood from the bed and her head bobbed up and down in answer.

Fuck.

My dirty mind was reeling at the thought of what she could do with that mouth of hers in that position.

I dropped my boxers fully to the ground, my cock delighted to have been released from its constraints as it stood fully to attention. I ran my hand along its length, watching her tantalising movements as her tongue licked across her bottom lip, and her voice huskily commanded, “Bed.”

I lay down, waiting for her next move, and saw the glint of something in her eye. I couldn’t determine what it was, though.

She placed one end of a tie in each hand and pulled twice. “Nice. This will be perfect.” Kara climbed over me, her breasts pushing against my chest. I could feel each rock-hard nipple screaming out to be played with. Reaching forward, hopeful of grabbing the tantalising prize, my attention was diverted when she took one of my wrists.

“I want you tied up for my fantasy.”

I was sure a drop of pre-cum formed at the end of my cock at that moment as I allowed her to begin the task of securing each limb to the headboard’s scrolled edges.

When she was done, she stepped off the bed and my body tingled with excitement, expecting a striptease to begin. I pulled on each restraint. My limbs were attached tightly to the bed. The girl could secure a knot for sure, but I hadn’t questioned her.

Then she moved to the edge of the bed, facing towards the door.

“Kara?”

She grabbed her purse from the floor and, reapplying her lipstick, she said to me,“So, you like playing games, do you?”

“Whatever you want,” I said.

“The thing is, Logan, I don’t take kindly to being played,” she replied.

“What?”

“I guess I have your mate Daniel to thank for being so loud when discussing your bets in informative littletalkson the dance floor.”She walked right up to me and opened the window situated behind me. “Logan, you blew it between us.” She spat out before she stormed away.

“It’s not what you—”

She had captured my essence and just walked away from my life as I thrashed about, hoping I could loosen my restraints slightly. But I knew it was pointless, and I wouldn’t have been able to have explain Daniel’s stupid idiotic speech. I was stuck until I was rescued in my naked form—left to dwell on my pained heart and fight the angered resentment towards a certain friend.

I couldn’t have given two shits about my pride, just how this monumental fuckup had been constructed together.

Chapter6

Kara

TWO YEARS LATER

Ishould have moved on by now, and in every other means I had, but one person—well man—still managed to remain cemented in my thoughts: Logan. I didn’t even know his last name. That was how fucked up it was. Visions of that night replayed over and over again in my head. I should’ve listened to him as I walked away. I had already accomplished what I’d wanted: making him pay in a kinky way. I regretted having left, though. I thought I had been mature in teaching him the consequences of his actions, but now, at twenty-six, I understood how misguided I had been.

If he had begged me to come home with him that night it would have been different, but he never broached the subject. Maybe he’d had a touch of stage fright or something, but as I looked back, I realised he never overstepped the mark when we were alone. It was me who had taken it to that next level. I still have dreams where I see his body, those glistening, defined muscles, and that cock of his—how I wished I’d licked that droplet of pre-cum on the end and taken what I truly desired.

Plenty of times I had walked through the bustling city centre and been certain I had caught a glimpse of him in the crowd. I remember the one time I attempted steadying my heartbeat and grabbing the persons’ shoulders ahead only discovering it wasn’t him at all and having to apologise profusely. I was obsessed with him and couldn’t let go. All I wanted was another taste of the passion he had ignited in me—the crazed reaction from just a short meeting together.

I still worked at the agency but had left MUY Technologies. Claire hated that fact, but I felt it had done our friendship the world of good. It was one of the reasons I had rejected a full-time contract when they offered it to me. I loved the challenge that other companies poised and not being bogged down for too long in one place. Sixteen months had drawn the line for me.

Claire had become obsessed with why I hadn’t focused my sights on Logan. She never worried about me when I left that night. Apparently, Daniel and she saw us leave together anyway. I knew she had formed a friendship with him and spoke often together. I wasn’t ready to have revealed what happened between the pair of us that evening, even though she pleaded and drove me mad.

With a fresh day and a new assignment ahead, the agency called me up with a new position at a company unknown to me, even though the name kept ringing loudly in my ears. I just couldn’t pinpoint where I had heard AnalyticGoals mentioned previously. The job seemed perfect, and I accepted the offer immediately to work with the small team working on some of the most lucrative accounts of the highest money spenders in the country. It entailed working out the best ways possible for ensuring the appropriate reinvestment was made for their marketing structure, according to the statistical analyst given. Apparently, everyone around me had the intelligence to get the numbers but collating them was a different story. Some of them seemed to go rogue at times and needed a more structured approach, hence my role.

Ready for action and the day ahead I pinned my chocolate dark waves up and donned my confidence-exuding business outfit: a fitted suit blazer, white figure-hugging shirt, and knee-length skirt with a side split. I teamed it with flawless tights and skyscraper heels. I felt like a new woman: strong, powerful, and ready for the day ahead.

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