Page 89 of Hard to Judge

“That’s right.” He puts his face close to mine. The seriousness in his gaze makes me useless. “Be sure and say my name real loud. I want your neighbors to know who you belong to.”

“How can you be like this…with me?” My words are strained and thin. I’m scared, excited, and nervous. The organ in my chest pings off my ribs, my spine, my stomach in a whirlwind of what the fuckness.

“In my dream, this is how we’ve always been. Because of Hailey, because I’m facing my demons, I’m making it our reality. Fucking finally.”

He grabs my thumb, and I know what’s coming. There isn’t a damn thing I can do about it unless I want to dislocate my thumb. I don’t. I’m also losing the will to escape his hold.

For better or worse, in sickness and health, I am Arlo’s.

Always have been. Always will be.

With a few well-placed hands and a little pressure, Arlo lifts enough to flip me onto my belly. And then he’s on me again, lower this time. His thighs bracket my ass.

My smarting thumb is wrenched up my back and he makes quick work of tying my wrists one on top of the other. I fight against the bonds. There is no give in the silk, putting strain on my shoulders.

Before I have a semblance of a bearing, I’m flipped over again.

“Do I need my safe word?” I ask with an insolent smirk.

“No.” He sits on my thighs and glowers down at me.

Disappointment suffocates me more than his hand did around my throat.

“So?” I pant. “You’re going to psycho lengths to have this talk, then?”

“No.”

He stands, grabs my torso, sits me up, then drags me across the floor toward the far side of the living room to the balcony door.

“You going to toss me over?” I laugh.

“I’m going to showyouand your neighbors what ownership looks like.”

My laughter dies a quick death. Like it got tossed over the side of the building.

When he opens the large pane of glass, the winter cold slices through the warm interior. Soon, I’m on the balcony near the stone dining table. He shoves me back, and I fall to the floor.

“If you tell me who you belong to, I might let you come.”

His hands go to my belt as he sits on my thighs again. He unfastens it quickly, unzips me, and jerks my pants and underwear down in one swift pull.

My swollen dick bobs out between us, revealing how I feel about this whole endeavor.

“On second thought, you might need your safe word.” He slaps my dick and I hiss. He does it again. My eyes water. He tugs on my balls too hard and I groan.

“Because I might not let you come.” He slides a cock ring over my tip and rolls it down my dick.

“Arlo.” I’ve never used a cock ring or a safe word before. I’ve never had to. My nerves shoot through the clouds.

“No talking from you. Unless you want to safe out.” Arlo jerks me to my feet until we’re nose to nose. “Only sounds and my name on your lips.”

His mouth rubs against mine.

Dumbly, I lurch for more contact.

He pulls away. “You have to fuck me for that. Remember?” His glower is back. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Whenever?” I hike a brow.

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