Page 6 of Covert Desires

He has a raging hard-on.

Does this turn him on?

It’s been a long time since I saw a naked male body up close, and an unwanted shiver of lust snakes down my spine as I gawk at his hard cock.

Face deadpan, Nico walks closer, and I can’t tear my eyes from his sizeable erection, especially not once I notice the piercings through the tip of his dick—two barbells form an invisible cross on the inside with four beads poking out at opposite ends.

I’ve never seen anything like it, and I can’t help but wonder what those four bells feel like scraping the insides of my pussy.

Jesus, Kiah. Get it together.This asshole is going to kill me, and I’m here lusting over his muscular ass.

Danger has always made me horny, though.

Maybe that’s why I made so many questionable decisions in the past.

But now’s not the time to get lost down memory lane.

“Enjoying the view?” Nico sneers, making him look even more unhinged.

Forcing my gaze to his, I shake my head slowly—no.

He laughs out loud, a jarring sound, and then heads for the bathroom without saying anything else, leaving his wet clothes strewn across the kitchen floor.

The moment Nico disappears, survival instincts kick in. The shower's hiss becomes a countdown timer in my head.

I scan the room with practiced efficiency, cataloging weapons and escape routes. My gaze locks onto Nico's knife, still gleaming on the kitchen counter. Amateur mistake, leaving it there. One I intend to make him regret.

The chair, strapped to me like a tortoiseshell, creaks as I work my way to standing. Years of training scream through muscle memory, but with my ankles bound to the legs, each movement is an exercise in frustration.

Come on.

Sweat trickles down my spine as I shuffle forward, the chair scraping against hardwood with every micro-step. The shower's rhythm mocks my progress.

Just a few more feet.

My shoulders burn from the strain of the restraints, but the knife's promise of freedom keeps me moving. I twist my body, angling for the blade, my fingertips stretching—

The impact comes out of nowhere.

One moment I'm reaching, the next I'm crashing down.

The floor rushes up to meet me as the chair splinters beneath my weight.

"Such a naughty girl. Tsk, tsk."

A snarl of frustration tears from my throat as I spot the knife, now out of reach.

Nico looms above me, water still beading on his skin, looking far too amused for a man who just caught his captive trying to escape.

His hand clamps around my ankle, dragging me across the floor. The wood burns against my exposed skin as he pulls me away from freedom.

I expect him to right the chair, to reassert control, but he leaves me here—flat on my back, knees bent awkwardly to the ceiling, completely at his mercy.

"This would be much easier if you just complied." He sighs, hands resting on lean hips, utterly unconcerned with his nakedness or my fury.

With everything I have, I tug at the ties, desperately trying to free myself as Nico just laughs, almost absentmindedly reaching down to his cock and wrapping his fingers around his hardness.

“Struggle all you want; you’re not going anywhere, lady,” he states the obvious, trapping my gaze in those dead eyes as he continues to palm his erection.

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