Page 81 of Such a Good Girl

West could do anything he wanted to me.

We were alone. Far from anyone. Far from help. Far from safety.

I pushed away all thoughts of the murders. Squaring my focus solely on West’s lips, West’s hands, West’s warm body pressed up against my naked skin, I vowed to allow myself this escape, this night. To forget who I was, and why I was here. To forget the betrayal, to forget the dangers I faced.

All I wanted was pleasure. And if that was mixed with a little pain, even better.

“Do you trust me, Kaylee?” West asked, tearing his lips from mine. He’d asked me that before, and I had a feeling he’d ask again. Was it his way of obtaining consent? Was it his way of absolving himself from any guilt over using my body for his own pleasure?

“I trust you,” I vowed, gifting him with the consent, gifting him with the words he needed to dive into his darkest desires.

He moaned as the words slipped from my tongue.

“Excellent,” he whispered. “Now, lie down, Little Rose.”

I obeyed. Lying back on the bed, I looked up through the glass ceiling at the stars high up in the black night sky. They winked back as if they were blessing our union with the approval of the universe itself.

West had walked away for a moment while I gazed up at the sky. When he came back, he was naked and spreading an assortment of things out on the bed next to my thighs. I looked them over and smiled, swallowing the anxiety at the sight of the ball gag and restraints.

“What do you think? Are you game?” he asked, lifting a brow.

My eyes raked over his naked body, my body already on fire for him. His muscles rippled under the moonlight, his skin glowing and beckoning to my palms.

I looked back at the gag and thick leather straps and remembered his words…Do you trust me?

It was time to show him how much I trusted him.

“Yes.”

His smile was soft,but filled with the promise of darkness.

He crawled onto the bed, his fingers wrapping around one of my wrists and bringing it up to the post of the bed. Slowly, he tied to me to it, the soft leather wrapped tightly around my wrist. He tied the other one, leaving my legs unrestrained, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t move. Not even if I wanted to. He’d secured me so tightly, there was no chance for escape.

“I’m leaving your legs loose. Because I’m going to put this ball gag in your mouth and you won’t be able to talk, Little Rose. Therefore, you can’t use your safe word, can you?”

“Oh,” I said, my brow furrowing.

“Don’t fret, Kaylee. You’re still safe. If you need to stop, just lift your leg in the air. That’ll be our sign, okay?”

I nodded, unable to speak already. I’d never been gagged before. I pushed away the panic as he straddled my chest and stared down at me, his eyes storming with lust.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “Don’t be afraid.”

He kissed me again, his mouth moving hotly against mine, his tongue delving in and tangling slowly around my own before he pulled away again.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

I took a deep breath and did as he asked. When the ball hit my tongue, the panic started to rise in my throat. I took a deep breath through my nose, determined to find a way to calm myself down.

He tied the straps behind my head to secure the gag,and pulled himself to his feet.

As his eyes raked hotly over my helpless body, a flush crept over me, starting at my face and traveling all the way to my toes.

“Kaylee, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, his hand trailing down to his now throbbing cock. “I’m going to fuck you as long as I want. As hard as I want. As deep as I want.”

I moaned and whimpered, my tongue working against the ball in my mouth. My wrists pulled against the restraints, my hands itching to touch him.

When he reached out to me, his warm palm trailing up my calf to my inner thigh, stroking slowly and purposefully towards my pussy, it was clear I was completely at his mercy.

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