Page 75 of The Sadist and the Brat

“That’s what I like about it,” he told her, and continued winding the rope up her bent leg in a spiral.

“You’re a terrible human being.”

Pleased to have an excuse, he zapped her again, this time on the inner thigh, dangerously close to her bare, wet pussy. “Keep it up,” he warned over her sharp cry, “and you’ll find out just how terrible I can be.”

With her panting breaths filling the air, he tucked the zapper back in his pocket and tied the first knot on the inside of her knee, locking the top loop of rope into place before moving down to the next. When the third and final loop had been locked into place, he passed the working ends between heel and thigh and started up the other side.

He worked quickly, knotting the loops in place so she wouldn’t be able to straighten her leg, then checked the tension. Satisfied that it was snug enough without being dangerously tight, he gave her leg a pat. “How’s that feel?”

She tried to flex her leg, a combination of wariness and delight crossing her expression when she couldn’t. “Restrictive.”

“Good,” he said, and reached for a second length of rope to start on her other leg.

“Sexy,” she continued, and he paused to look at her face. She was watching him with heavy eyes, her cheeks bright pink. Her fingers had curled into loose fists, and her pulse fluttered in her throat.

“Well now, that kind of honesty deserves a reward, doesn’t it?” he said softly, and without warning or fanfare, dipped his head and gave her pussy a long, slow lick.

She jerked against his mouth, hips rising in search of more. And he was tempted to give it to her—she tasted like sin and sunshine, and he wanted to eat her alive—but instead he lifted his head, ignored her dazed, wide-eyed stare, and began securing her other leg.

“Jack,” she whined.

“Who?” he asked, not pausing in his work.

“Boss,” she amended, and from the corner of his eye, he saw her lick her lips.

“Better,” he allowed. He wound three loops up her bent leg, then began to tie them off. “Something you need?”

She licked her lips again. “More.”

“You’ll get it,” he promised with a low chuckle.

“When?” she demanded.

He finished the last knot and checked it as he had her first leg. “When I’m ready to give it to you.”

He rose to his feet, ignoring her frustrated wiggle, and circled the ottoman so he stood behind her. He wanted her legs apart, but wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull them straight back, toward her head, or out to the edges of the ottoman.

“You seem plenty ready to me,” she said, and he glanced down to find her staring at his crotch.

“Behave, or I’ll jack off on your face and leave you like this,” he warned, and having made his decision, picked up a bundle of rope and moved to her side. He ducked down to loop rope around the leg of the ottoman, drawing it up through the one binding her leg and slowly pulling her knee to the side. He didn’t need to pin her leg down, just keep it out of his way, so once that was accomplished, he tied it off.

Grabbing another section of rope, he knee-walked around to the other side and repeated the process with her other leg.

Rising to his feet, he surveyed his handiwork with satisfaction. Her knees were up and out to the side, leaving her pussy spread open and delightfully vulnerable. A glance at her face told him she’d realized just how vulnerable—worry and excitement reflected in her wide, cautious eyes.

Deciding he’d teased both of them enough, he reached down and grasped the sides of the ottoman. “Hold on.”

“To what?” she wondered.

“I guess that was a poor choice of words,” he allowed, and grabbed the sides of the cushion. Ignoring her surprised squeak, he dragged it across the room until he could perch on the sofa with her bound form laid out like a buffet in front of him. “Well, now that we’re comfortable—”

“Speak for yourself,” she muttered.

“—let’s get on with it.”

“Oh, please let that mean fucking.”

He laughed. “Not yet.”

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