Page 60 of My Rose

Again, I did exactly that. Another brush of air flittered along my center as my shirt raised, making me writhe in place. I waswet, and I neededhim.

Now.

Briggs prowled beside me, his eyes moving over my body like I was something to be both admired and destroyed. As he took up the longer stick, I stilled.

“I’m going to lay this over your palms, and I want you to squeeze onto it as I do so. Do not lift your hands up.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied immediately, making him smile wickedly as he positioned the stick carefully over my hands, adjusting them and the stick until they were exactly where he wanted them to be. The stick was situated just over the holes on the sides, trapped by the confines of the elevated, cutout sections, preventing it from moving more than the size of the hole allowed for.

I felt restrained, but not. I kind of liked the idea of it. No, Ireallyliked it. Giving him complete control over me was making my pulsequicken and my core tight. I pushed my cheek to the felt, angling my head to see more of him—more of those sharp ridges along his body that he left on full display because I told him he didn’t need a shirt.

If it were up to me, he’d never wear one again, just like he’d said about my pants.

“Fuck. Look at you, baby.” His hands came together as he stared down at me. His brows pinched together as he asked, “Are you comfortable?”

I pinned my lip down again as I nodded my head, sweeping it against the table. He cupped his ear and looked at me, repeating his question until I replied with, ‘Yes, sir.’

“Better,” he growled, still admiring my body like I was going to be feasted on. His hands returned to my thighs, spreading me before him. In one swift movement, he gripped my ass and pulled me closer to the edge, making my arms extend as my fingers curled tightly around the stick like it was a rung on a ladder and I was falling.

Without warning, he pushed a single finger into me, making me gasp. “Fuck, I love how wet you are for me. You’re practically dripping on this fucking table.”

I rocked my hips in response, and when he removed his finger, I whimpered.

“More,” I begged.

“Such a fast learner.” His hands smoothed down the length of my legs before they clasped around my ankles. And then he lifted both of my feet, settling my heels under the inner ledge. “Keep your legs here, or I’ll have to tie them back.”

“Yes, sir.” My legs were shaking in the new position, the cold air now rolling more freely over my very exposed body as my lower muscles clenched at the idea of him tying me up.

I rolled my head up to the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut. Waiting. But nothing happened. I pressed my cheek back to the soft surface and peered around where my legs were but saw no one. I opened my mouth to speak but then remembered I was only allowed a few words.

“Briggs?” I finally let out, knowing that was definitely one of the words I could say. “Bri—” I gasped as something cold and smooth settled just over my clit. Before I could think twice about what words Icouldsay, he pushed his finger back inside me at the same time that cold sensation pressed harder against me.

I moaned loudly. “Such a good girl you’re being,” Briggs purred as he curved that finger, making my hips thrust up with it, my feet seeking the ledge like it would stop me from tumbling over. “Your pussy is squeezing so much around just one of my fingers, baby. I want to fit three in you before I taste you. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Yes—” He pushed another finger in, stealing the rest of the sentence from me. “Sir,” I finally added through the pressure. “Yes, sir,” I repeated as he angled both fingers into that spot he found in the shower. The one I was going to try to find if I ever had to go a day without feeling him like this.

I could find it on my own, right?

Probably not.

I wasn’t sure it was normal to want another person so bad in the ways I wanted him, but I didn’t care. I was ninety-eight percent sure I’d rather be here, or tied up wherever he wanted to tie me up than ever step foot outside his house again. But then my brain circled back to what he’d said with that lingering two percent of sanity, and my breathing stilled.

“Taste?”

“Bad girl,” he whispered and pulled his fingers and whatever cold thing he was using to push me to my limits away. I furrowed my brows in confusion.Did I say that aloud?“I want to make you come, Rose, but I won’t let you if you can’t follow the rules. Do you remember what you’re allowed to say?”

“Yes…yes, sir.” I wanted to addI’m sorry, but then I would be disobeying him. Disobeying therulesof this game that I was finding I really liked. “More, please.” My legs were beginning to quake in anticipation—the need to have him touch me more becoming unbearable. My right leg slipped out from where I was supposed to keep it and my cheeks pinked over as I tried and failed to find that spot again, keeping my eyes pinched closed to focus on the feeling of the table.

“Rose.” His voice was muffled, like he’d gone under the table or further across the room—covered by something. I was still too busy trying to notch my heel back, desperately hoping he’d pick right back up with what he was doing once I was positioned the way he told me to stay in. And then his hands were on my ankle, a gritty piece of fabric rubbing over the bone there before it was pushed back, putting me past the position I was in before. He did the samemotions with my other leg while I kept my eyes closed, my mouth going dry as I tried to visualize what he was doing to me.

I finally opened my eyes and looked down at my ankles. A thick black strap was wrapped around each ankle, and each of those ringlets was attached to a longer strap that looked like it was wrapped around the table.

“Are you still comfortable, baby?” Briggs asked from beside me as he leaned in, putting his head inches from mine right over the stick I still held onto without abandon.

“Yes, sir.” It was actually much more comfortable than trying to support my weakened legs on my own in the awkward position.

“Good girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before he moved back to the spot between my legs. Something white flashed in my vision right before a cooling sensation rolled along my skin, combatting the fire pooling low in my stomach. “Do you know what I have in my hand, Rose? What I was rubbing on your clit before I wrapped up your pretty little ankles?”

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