Page 9 of Bind Me, Sir

“Good Lord,” she breathed, her breathless tone like a goddamn siren to my celibate cock, swelling me to full mast in seconds. “I-I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” A flush crept up from her heaving chest, up over her neck to match the color in her cheeks as she finally tilted her head back to meet my gaze. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, breathless. “You must think I’m some wacko, psycho stalker, but I’m not, truly! Yes, I know your name, but I’m not one for keeping up with society and social media.”

“Delete them immediately.”

Her shaking fingers did as commanded while I stared at the throbbing pulse in her neck.

“From your cloud, too,” I said, my voice low and full of threat.

“I-I don’t backup to a cloud.”

I stared down at her, body still tense, expression thunderous as the anger clenched my gut. I’d heard that story before, the apologies that escaped before the attempts at seduction began.

Images always found their way online.

Natalie merely stared up at me as though I’d ensnared her soul, her eyes darkened by blown-out pupils. I slid my gaze lower to find beaded, ripe nipples large enough to water my mouth.

My aggression turned her on.

Unable to help the swell of need to dominate, I narrowed my gaze and leaned down, my face mere inches from hers. “I ought to take you over my lap and redden your lush backside,” I hissed. “Leave my hand prints on you for days so that every time you attempt to sit down, you’ll feel shame for what you did.”

She gaped up at me, her mouth opening and closing, her arousal as obvious as my own jutting between us.

Temptation to take her lips, ease the aggression riding my insides, slammed into me, and I jerked myself backward. I didn’t kiss women. Ever.

Time to end whatever brewed between us.

“The Laurents have cameras covering every inch of their property,” I said, my tone still hard as my cock. “If a single one of those images you took becomes public, I will have evidence enough to sue you. Wipe you and whatever little savings you’ve built for your sister out of existence.”

Turning before she caught sight of my hard as fuck cock, I forced my thoughts on a cold shower—and perhaps relieving the load ready to explode in my balls.

Chapter Four

Natalie

Jordan Graystone.

British aristocrat.

Billionaire.

I stared after him as he strode away from me, his wide shoulders tense, and the lean physique of his torso leading to tight trunks that hugged a delectable backside. Squeezing my thighs together didn’t ease the ache his close proximity had brought on like a nor’easter. Guilt and embarrassment about being caught snapping pictures of him couldn’t dissipate the arousal he inflicted upon me.

I’d only wanted a good picture of his perfection to think about while fantasizing over my own happily ever after. Stupid of me, really, but I’d thought I’d hid myself behind the pillar and that his swimming would keep him from being aware of what I did.

A moan trapped in my throat as Jordan Graystone disappeared inside, and I closed my eyes, head tipping back as I tried to rein in the roll of emotions rushing through me. I’d had no idea…

His anger, his threats, shouldn’t have turned me on. Perhaps it had been Lily’s tale earlier that morning which encouraged my mind to consider depraved acts involving his hands, but fantasies flashed behind my eyelids of being bound as she had been, Mr. Graystone before me as I aimed to please him.

I’d only ever had one man’s penis in my mouth, but the idea of him staring down at me while I pleasured him soaked my panties in a way I’d never had happen before. I imagined his large hand print on my ass, making it uncomfortable for me to sit for hours afterward, just like he’d promised.

My pussy spasmed as though crying out with need, and my face heated once more.

I’d taken an early lunch with no intention of running into the Laurents’ house guest, but hadn’t been able to help myself when I saw his lean body cutting through the pool like a shark purposefully stroking toward his destination.

Lower lip between my teeth, I peeked toward the western woods—and the church where Lily had told me she and Adam went to “play”. Another rush of wetness eased from my body, and I whimpered, my feet moving me forward before I realized my intent.

I stood before the church’s old red door, eyeing the keypad. Try Lily’s code she used for everything, the date she and Adam left his father’s estate, or return to the house? I should have returned already and knew Lily expected me.

Glancing over my shoulder revealed no one else moved around the gardens.

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