Page 36 of First Comes Revenge

He smiles at his feet, dropping the bossy act for a moment. “Just got the cuffs after our text the other day. You gave me the idea.”

I laugh. I like that he got these for me.

He flips a hidden lever that releases the handcuffs without a key. I smile wider when I realize the handcuffs aren’t even escape proof.

“Hey,” he warns. “You didn’t see that.” He tosses my dress aside, then clicks the cuffs back into place and once again checks to make sure they aren’t too tight on my wrists.

He takes his time looking me over in my underwear. I watch his face. His full lips part and he breathes out, then he pulls his lip under his teeth. His jaw flexes and his hands lift, like he can’t keep himself from wanting to touch me.

Just like that, he’s back to the bossy version of himself. He’s hungry for me again.

I’m struck by how different this all feels. The date. The conversations. Even the silent moments.Especially this.

When Vaughn looked at me naked or saw me changing, I felt like he was searching for flaws. Jameson looks like he’s at an art gallery–like my body is a masterpiece he’s trying to fully drink in and appreciate.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes.

“It’s dark in here,” I say, unable to simply accept the compliment.

He puts a finger to my lips, locks eyes with me, then shakes his head. “Perfect,” he repeats. “Now turn around.”

I do as he says and feel him reach to the clasp on my bra. My bound hands are in front of me and I have to lift them so he can pull the bra away. My bra is strapless, so he doesn’t need to release my cuffs again this time. I’m not sure how he wants this to go, but I feel like the way he cups my breasts from behind and sucks in a raspy breath wasn’t part of his plan. It makes me smile to myself.

I like that he enjoys this little game of control. I also like that I’m screwing it up for him, even if it’s by small measures.

He slides a hand down from my breast to my belly and then over my panties. His fingers tease me, spreading wide to pass my clit and rub me. I find my back arching and my ass pressing into him. I’m surprised by how desperate I already feel to have him on me without restraint. The little game is fun, but I’m already craving the feeling of him inside me.

It’s like he’s teasing me now by dragging this out, even though we both just want to let loose.

I want him to let go.

To take me.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please, what?” He asks, lips against my ear.

“Just… please.”

I can feel his smile. “Not specific enough. You’ll have to keep letting me do this my way.”

“Please, fuck me.” I feel a rush of embarrassment, arousal, and surprise by my own words. I’ve never been the vocal type with this sort of thing. I’ve never even talked dirty with a guy before.

Jameson sucks in a breath and his grip on my breast tightens. His fingers close over my sex, rubbing skillfully in a circle that makes me want to bend forward and gasp. I can’t, though, because he’s gripping me too powerfully. He’s holding me to himself and I can feel his arousal pressing against the small of my back. I want to touch it, but my hands are bound and I couldn’t turn around if I tried right now.

“You…” he says slowly. “You make a compelling argument.”

I can sense that he still wants his little game to play out the way he intended, but I’ve got him on the ropes. Maybe if I push it just a little further. He seemed to really like it when I talked dirty. Maybe if I do it more, he won’t be able to keep dragging this out. “I want your cock,” I say, turning my face to the side so I can kiss his cheek and then his neck when he arches against my touch. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Jameson.”

I almost laugh with how suddenly I’m pushed to the bed. I land on my bound hands, ass toward him. He yanks my panties down and then I hear the rustle of his clothes. When I look back over my shoulder, he’s already got his shirt off and is working on his belt. “Is that a yes?” I tease.

“Yes, it’s a fucking yes,” he growls.

“I’m on the pill,” I say, hesitant.

“I’m clean.” His words are careful, almost hopeful.

“I got tested after… yeah. I’m clean, too. You can do it, if you want.”

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