Page 148 of Little Sunshine

This is the best dream.

“Glad you think so,” an amused voice said, dragging me into reality just in time for the wave to build even higher. But it wasn’t a wave. It was the pleasure that Ash was fueling with his mouth.

Knowing I was close, I tried to reach to hold his head to me, but I couldn’t. I pried an eye open before rapidly blinking.

That behemoth actually tied me to his bed.

I pulled again, expecting the loose rope to unknot and fall away, but it didn’t.

It tightened.

“Ash—”

“Who am I?” he bit out before he resumed licking and sucking. Biting and flicking.

“Daddy.” I tugged the rope again. “You actually… You… I’m…” My words trailed off and my eyes went unfocused. “Daddy!” I cried out, but that time it wasn’t to get his attention.

With what he did and the addition of the rope, there was no more surfing the wave. It crashed over me, leaving me gasping for air like I’d actually nearly drowned.

Once it ebbed away and my brain worked, I wiggled my arm. “You did it. You actually tied me to the bed.”

“Yup.”

That was it. No apology. No remorse. Nothing.

“Why?” I asked when it became obvious he wasn’t going to offer an explanation.

Ash stood and rounded the bed to stand at the side near my bound wrist. “’Cause yesterday you ran from me.”

“But I’m here now,” I pointed out.

“And I ensured you stayed. Problem solved.” He made no move to free it as he leaned over to kiss me.

Despite the warning the day before, I turned my head.

He didn’t give me the chance to explain before he squeezed my mouth open and did exactly as he’d threatened.

It should’ve been disgusting. It should’ve made my stomach churn. It should’ve made me barf or yell or maybe even cry.

It didn’t.

It made me needy all over again.

I am sick.

Ash followed it by kissing me, hard and deep. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t like the taste?—”

“It wasn’t that,” I interrupted. “I have morning breath.”

“Don’t give a shit about that, either.” He did something I couldn’t see, and my hand slid free of the rope. He grabbed my arm before I could move, massaging the skin that tingled slightly.

Since he’d made his point—with the rope and the kiss—I let it go.

It was unlikely I’d have to worry about either one again.

When I was wrong, I had no problem saying so. And at that moment, I freely admitted I’d been wrong about the rope.

Or maybe not so freely in that case.

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