Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
I don’t know how long it takes for me to come down from my high, but when I do he’s propped up on his elbow by my side and watching my still-trembling body. I liked our role reversal for sure, but I like being watched more.
“You… scared me,” I whisper, my arms still bound.
He looks up into my eyes, his mouth swollen and wet. “And you came harder than you did during the storm last night.”
He’s right. I did. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life. Not even with him.
“Did you have the rope by the bed?” I ask next.
He nods.
“Where did you—”
“The hardware store,” he tells me, and I remember.
My mind was so preoccupied by wanting to run that I wasn’t paying attention to anything. But also, I don’t think I would’ve ever paid attention to stuff at a hardware store.
“Is it hemp?” I ask then.
He nods again, confirming what I already knew.
I bite my lip, twisting my hands in my bonds, loving the fuck out of it. He goes back to watching me. But this time, he also adds his hand to the mix and touches me. My belly first. He puts his hand on it and splays it wide. He pays special attention to my belly button, which he circles with his thumb, making it tremble.
Then he moves up, goes to the valley between my breasts, his hand flat and wide, his thumb tracing circles. Without me having to prompt him, he begins, “I was quiet. Even before everythin’ happened. Serious. Kept to myself, did my work. Other than Arsen, didn’t have a lot of friends. Any time I was with a girl, it was fun, but”—he shakes his head and strokes my tits, making me whimper—“didn’t want just fun. Or casual or somethin’ that didn’t mean anythin’. Thought it was a waste of time, goin’ out with girls just for the sake of that. I did it, yeah, ’cause I was horny, but… I wanted somethin’ else. Somethin’ different.”
My heart is slamming so hard in my chest, I’m sure he can hear it, feel it against his palm. I’m sure he can hear the longing in my heart, touch the love swirling in my chest, my belly as I whisper, “What did you want?”
He looks up, his eyes green and intense. He slides his hand to my throat. He thumbs my collarbone, dips his fingers into the triangle as he says, “This. A girl, somewhere. Somewhere isolated, in the woods maybe. Or on a ranch, far, far away. Away from everyone and everythin’ else. Wasn’t lyin’ when I said if someone dared to come within a hundred feet of her, I’d shoot ’em dead.”
He keeps staring at his fingers on my throat as he continues, “Or if she ran, she wouldn’t see a soul for miles. Every turn she’d take, every road she’d walk on, would lead to me. Wouldn’t tell her that, though, not at first. I’d let her run and run until I caught her. Maybe tied her up, roped her like a wayward filly. But only with the softest rope I could find. Because I knew she’d have to stay roped for a long time. And then I’d explain.”
My pulse is fluttering really fast as I whisper, “Explain what?”
He looks up, his eyes dark, his features sharp and predatory. Keeping our gazes locked, he moves his hand again, brings it up to my jaw, puts it on my trembling mouth. But he doesn’t stop there, he puts his fingers—three of them, all together—inside my mouth and dips them deep. So deep and far down that my neck arches and I gag. Then, looming over my face, he rasps, “That there’s no one here but me.” Over my gagging, choking, horny moans, he continues, “I’m all there is. For her. I’m her god, her king. I’m the man and the monster she belongs to. And this is her life, bound to me. Roped to my side. Roped to my bed. For my pleasure. Where I can watch her, play with her, touch her whenever I want. Maybe tattoo my name on her neck where everyone can see she’s mine. My property. My fuckin’ territory. Where I can scare her when I want, thrill her. Punish her, reward her. Use her, pamper her, make her come at my command.” He brings his fingers out, all wet now, just like my mouth, my jaw, saliva dripping down as he grips my throat again and growls, “That’s what I want. A girl, bound and open. Helpless and wet. At my mercy. My Princess, my darlin’, my fuckdoll.”
I feel faint, dizzy, so fucking horny that my words sound slurred when I ask, “This is y-your ranch, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m in your bed.”
“You are.”
“Roped.”
He squeezes my throat in response.