Page 22 of Welcome to the Friendzone

A groan left his throat and he nearly dropped to his knees before her. Marta had successfully unlocked a new kink in him.

“Lie on the bed, on your back,” she commanded and Oliver followed without wasting another second. Instead of following him as he’d expected, she made her way to his closet and began digging through one of the drawers that he used for workout clothes.

“What are you…”

“Sin hablar. Quiet.”

This time her voice was sharper, commanding, and strict. It was her Deputy Director's voice, shouting orders around every day. He followed her order, watching her intensely and with curiosity. What was she looking for?

“We aren’t going to do anything weird, I promise, but I want you to know that I’ll stop if you want me to, okaymi cielo?” Oliver nodded.

Marta had turned around now, two ropes in her hands.

“Where…?”

“I bought them and stored them here. Was wondering if you’d find them.”

She smiled at him, something playful shimmering in her eyes. Oliver propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Marta with a smirk.

“I didn’t.”

“No. But you’ll find out very soon what we’re going to do with them.”

She made her way over to the bed, her hips swaying as she walked. Standing next to it, she leaned down to place a kiss on Oliver’s lips. He reached out his hands to touch her, but she clicked her tongue and grabbed his large hand with one of hers.

“No touching.”

“But…”

“Isaidno touching,cariño.”

Marta’s voice was still low and the tone of it, with that slight commanding rasp, made Oliver tremble. He reached down to stroke himself through his boxers, but Marta grabbed his other hand as well.

“I said no touching. Not me. Not yourself. I promised to fuck this bad boy attitude out of you, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.”

Oliver groaned in response as an electric thrill ran down his spine. He’d never done anything like this before, taken things as far as this, but he didn’t want to stop.

“Understood?”

Marta had both of his hands in a strong grip while leaning down and hovering her head above his.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Oliver whispered, the urge to shoot up and connect his lips with hers almost overwhelming but he resisted, not wanting to feel the sting of her disappointment.

“Bueno.Good boy,” she purred and his heart sang at the praise.

She let go of one of his hands and started to wrap the rope around it, before tying it in an easy knot.

“Is this okay?”

She had locked her eyes with him, making sure he was truly comfortable.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he insisted.

His answer must have reassured her, Marta gave him a small wink before turning her attention to the headboard. It was only one flat board that was covered in fabric. When she’d bought the ropes she had thought about her own bed which had wooden pillars at the end of the headboard. Perfect to tie ropes around it.

But here? Impossible.

Her face fell, the badass attitude gone, while everything she had planned for today crumbled to pieces in front of her.

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