Chapter 3

Kathryn

“You’ll keep your hands there until I tell you what to do with them,” he said, his voice flat. Goosebumps rose on my skin, my breath hitching as if my body already knew something I didn’t.

I watched him walk to the dresser. He opened a drawer, the sound of it sliding out loud in the quiet room. My eyes followed his every move. He picked out a key, the faint metallic gleam catching the light, and then he unlocked another drawer.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sounding smaller than I intended. He didn’t answer right away, didn’t even look at me.

“Don’t worry.” His tone was casual, but there was something in it that made me tense. “I just don’t want any distractions.”

When he turned back, a pair of cuffs dangled from his hand, and my stomach twisted. My body buzzed with a strange mix of nerves and excitement.

He was in front of me before I could think too much about it. “Both your hands above your head,” he commanded, and I did. My arms lifted on instinct.

I felt his strong hand wrap around my wrist before the cuffs clicked shut around my hands.

“Now open your legs for me,” he said, his words slipping out like a quiet command.

I froze for a second, With my feet pressed flat on the bed, my knees bent as I stared at him, I slowly parted my legs swallowing hard, heat building up from my inside.

He tilted his head, his eyes dragging over me like he was studying every inch, every curve. “Your body is beautiful,” he said, his voice softer now, “Your curves are perfect… but how are you already wet just from having your hands cuffed?”

My breath caught, my body betraying me as his fingers circled my clit slowly, I hissed, my legs shaking, I should say something but damn it, even my brain is betraying me.

I felt his finger slide in smoothly. “Christ!” I gasped, feeling those long thick fingers I had looked at intensely at the club occupying my inside. My head fell back as heat flooded my body.

My breath caught, chest rising and falling as he pulled back, his eyes tracing me like he was memorizing how I looked restrained. He looked at his finger now filled with my wetness. His expression didn’t change.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice shaking as much as the rest of me.

He didn’t answer immediately. He tilted his head again, like he was trying to figure me out. “Testing something,” he said finally.

I swallowed hard. “Testing what?”

His gaze moved down to the pulse in my neck, and I knew he could see how fast it was beating. “How much control you’re willing to give me.”

My stomach flipped. The rational part of me screamed to pull away, to demand he let me go, but my body seemed to agree with whatever the fuck he was doing to me. My fingers flexed against the cuff, a soft clink breaking the silence. He heard it, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

“This isn’t funny,” I said, trying to sound a bit angry, but my tone betrayed me. It came out softer, almost pleading.

“I’m not laughing,” he murmured, leaning down until I could feel the warmth of his body without him touching me. “You can tell me to stop. But if you don’t…” His eyes darkened. “Then you stay still.”

Something inside me twisted tight, a nervous energy I couldn’t name. I didn’t say a word.

He reached out, his fingers brushing over my nipples. He gently played it between his two fingers and pulled. I felt the other nipple harden more at the feeling, it sent shivers down my spine. My body leaned in before my mind caught up. His breath fanned my skin.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, his voice almost amused. “That’s what happens when you want something you don’t understand.”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are.”

Before I could argue, he moved lower, his head dipping between my legs. I froze, my breath catching as he dragged his nose along my entrance, the sound I made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.

He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked over my clit, slow at first, teasing. Then he sucked, his pace picking up, and the world tilted on its axis. My legs trembled, my thighs pressing against his head as pleasure built inside me.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice firm, cutting through the haze in my head.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his. My wrists tugged at the cuffs, the metal biting into my skin, but I still couldn’t look away.

He reached up, trailing his thumb over my lip. When he slid it into my mouth, I closed my lips around it without thinking, my breath hitching. I hated that I did it, hated more that his smirk widened just slightly.

God, I was close, I wanted to grab his head and push him however deep I needed him to right now, but I dare not move my hands. Moans shamelessly escaped my lips. My body tensed, my back arching and then I shattered, pleasure crashing through me like a wave, leaving me trembling and breathless.

“Good girl,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Your body listens well.”

I watched him unzip his pants, his boxers were down in seconds, he settled in between my legs. He was hard, his cock thick and throbbing, and the sight made my body burn all over again.

He brushed the tip against my clit, teasing, before sliding into me slowly. My body arched into him, the stretch and fullness making me gasp.

He started to move, pleasure wrapped around each thrust, and I couldn’t hold back the moans spilling from my lips. His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he fought for control.

“Fuck, fuck...” he groaned, his voice strained as he spilled onto my stomach, his body shuddering against mine.

I lay there, my chest heaving, my body still humming with the aftershocks. He leaned down and kissed me softly.

Then he unlocked the cuffs, freeing my wrists. Maybe it was alcohol, but I suddenly couldn't lift a finger.

***

I turned, my body colliding with something hard…my eyes open gently, realizing just how good my body felt. I looked at the man lying defenseless beside me.

“Jesus, I'm in trouble.” I whispered to myself.

I doubt any kind of sex that isn't as controlling will ever satisfy me, and one more minute with this man would ruin me for any other man who isn't him. I scrambled out of the bed, grabbed my clothes and bag, and made sure I had nothing left in that room before leaving.