Page 40 of The Chosen Two

I nod, with more confidence this time, perhaps because I am standing above him. But also because this has always been a sort of fantasy of mine, and I’m excited to be acting it out. “Yes. I am. Sir.” I add the last word almost as an afterthought, partially because it was and partially just to test him. I wonder, if I act a little bratty, what more will happen?

He puts his hands on my buttocks and grabs forcefully, pulling them apart slightly. I am acutely aware of my nipples hardening against the lace, and so is he. He stares straight at them while he bites his lower lip, trying to control himself from giving in to some dark impulse. He slips one hand through a hole in the material under my right breast and with the other pulls my left toward him, licking and biting the nipple through the fabric. Then he pulls away and looks up at me, the wetness on his chin echoing that between my legs.

“Lie down. I want to look at you.” I do as I’m told. He adjusts my arms and legs to be where he wants them so he can get the best view. Then he grabs the closest candle. He holds it several inches above me and runs it slowly up and down every part of me. Once in a while, he pauses to look closer, and a bead of melted wax drops onto my body. It stings, but it’s not intolerable. I’d even call it pleasurable right now. When he’s had enough of this strange ritual, he puts the candle down and comes back to me. It is not lost on me that he is still fully dressed while I am laying on full display.

He straddles my waist and reaches up toward the headboard. He grabs my left wrist and buckles it into a tight, fur-lined cuff, then repeats with the right.

My eyes go wide. “What the fuck are you—”

He shoves his tongue in my mouth to quiet me but pulls away too quickly for it to count as a kiss. “No questions. Just answers. Are you still okay?”

I nod again.

But he’s not satisfied. “I need an answer.”

“Yes, sir.” I have to yell it because I can’t get the sound out of my throat any other way.

He smiles down at me again.

Why did that just make me hotter? I’m distracted by the new wave of tingling down low when he grabs my right ankle and pulls it toward the corner of the bed and buckles it into a cuff as well. Then he moves to the left and repeats. I’m now splayed out like a starfish in nothing but strips of fabric that don’t cover anything important. I’m completely at his mercy, and he knows it. He climbs off of me and just stares down at me from the foot of the bed. He looks hungry.

I may climax just from that sight, from being wanted that badly.

Then he walks around to the side of the bed and whispers to me, “No one is home but us. You better not hold back your screams. At. All.”

It’s all I can do to make myself nod.

“Miranda, I can’t hear a nod. Are we good to move on? If we are, say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

“Yes, sir.”

“And do you understand that I do not want you to control your screams or moans in any way?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Then I can continue with what I have planned to do to you.”

That is the last dialogue we have for a long time. I lose count how many times he brings me to orgasm with his tongue and fingers. Then he stands next to the bed, smoothly pulls his shirt over his head, and finally releases his rock-hard erection from the pants that were not doing much to hide it anyway. I bite my lower lip, wanting so badly to have him in my mouth.

He climbs on top of me, facing my legs. He keeps his shoulders and head in the air and does not reciprocate what he expects me to perform. He feels so good as I run my tongue over the smooth head, down the shaft. Because I can’t use my hands to assist as I normally would, I have to concentrate on doing all I can with my mouth. I get the impression I’m doing more than a decent job though.

He starts to moan and shake, and then he pulls away, abruptly leaving me tied here, cold without him as my blanket. I can’t believe he doesn’t want to come. It’s not like he wouldn’t waste the night, not after how fast he recovers lately. As if he heard my thoughts, he chuckles to himself, out past the ring of light that encases the bed.

“What’s so funny?” My quiet words shake because I am actually a little afraid of the answer.

“You are the most amazing, beautiful, sexy, powerful woman on this entire planet. And you’re all mine.”

I had not been expecting that.

“What?” My response is much less elegant than his.

“Shhhhhhhhh. I just want to look at you.” He comes out of the shadows and stands over me, taking in every inch of me once more.

If I didn’t know any better, I would think this is the first time he’s looking at me so naked. There is something so primitive and animalistic in his hungry stare. If I wasn’t tied to the bed, I would curl up to hide. But I am tied to the bed, and he is looking at me with such a hunger that I am starting to believe maybe I am sexy. I arch my back a little so my breasts push up. I part my thighs the slightest bit more, and his eyes drift down my body. He bites his bottom lip when he sees the wetness dripping there, the wetness I will him to see.

I moan slightly through my mouth in what I hope is a sexy O shape, “Oh, Jake. I want you so badly.”

He smiles. He knows he has me right where he’s wanted me all along. He sits next to me on the bed, out of my reach.

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