Page 7 of Bind Me, Sir

Imagining Natalie tied down, immobile, and whimpering for release swelled my cock in my trousers, and I fought the need to shift on my seat.

Mrs. Hummel, the Laurent’s housekeeper and Adam’s surrogate mother he’d taken along from his father’s estate when he’d left five years earlier, walked through the kitchen door, a tray in hand for Garret—same as she’d done for me when I’d arrived for breakfast.

I swore the woman heard every word that was spoken in the house, but if Adam trusted the older woman with his life, I knew I could as well.

“Black coffee and grits, just like you like ‘em,” she said, her southern drawl and motherly pat on Garret’s shoulder earning her a wide grin.

“You’re the best, Tillie girl,” Garret said, pulling her close and landing a loud kiss on her cheek.

Pink shone through her dark skin, her eyes lighting at his usual flirtatious ways. “Oh, you…” The older woman’s giggle as she walked off twitched my lips.

Garret turned his focus on his food. “So tie up this woman—”

“Natalie,” Adam said.

“—as a little appetizer for the rest of us.”

The thought of anyone watching me scene with Natalie didn’t sit well, the idea of sharing her furrowed my brow.

Adam chuckled and pushed his plate away. “Our friend doesn’t want to share,” he murmured, surprise in his voice.

I kept my mouth busy by sipping more coffee.

“That’s a first.” Adam’s voice hinted at curiosity, and sure enough, he pushed for answers. “Why is that?”

I had no answer. Scening at clubs while in college together had always put me on stage with others watching. I had a knack for slow, sensual torture and denying release until women begged through tears.

Since moving to the states, I’d given up the clubs, but not the exhibitionist streak. I’d tied up willing subs in Adam’s church countless times and never once felt the least bit protective or jealous over that night’s woman.

My friends’ stares singed my face as I finally took up my fork to eat the breakfast Mrs. Hummel had sat before me a good ten minutes earlier.

“You’re never this secretive,” Adam finally said, as he leaned back in his chair.

“I’ve never been drawn to a woman like this before,” I admitted and finally shifted on my seat, brow furrowed at my lack of control. “Her light brown eyes…” Exotic and sexy as fuck, her smooth skin unpainted, with a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, curves that would look glorious wrapped in rope, pouty full lips I could imagine parted with pants, her bell-like voice lowered and full of rasp as she begged for release.

Garret snorted laughter around his mouth of food. “You’re fucked.”

I shot a glare his way, but Adam laughed as well. “She’s not your usual and has a heavy load to share, but you have my approval.”

My usual ran along the lines of model-types, rich women who wouldn’t need my money and public limelight to boost their own. But, it had been a couple of years since I’d even attempted a relationship. I’d stuck to contracted submissives at the church—and I wasn’t about to change that fact, no matter how sexy Natalie might be.

“That Scorzelli bloke’s system got hacked,” I said, needing to change the subject.

“What?” Adam shot out.

I forked up some eggs. “He took off for Aruba with his mistress before giving us the go-ahead to implement the plan to protect his system that we penetrated.”

“His system all but begged for hackers to come knocking,” Adam grumbled.

“I told him as much,” I said.

Garret pushed his empty bowl aside and leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. “He blew a gasket when Jordan told him it was too late.”

Adam glanced at him.

“Jordan filled me in last night,” Garret explained.

Lips pursed, Adam heaved a heavy breath and slowly shook his head.

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