Page 122 of By His Play

I don’t care what it is. I’ll let him do whatever he wants.

He pauses at the end of the bed and turns, pressing a knee against the mattress.

“I’m going to make you forget your own name,” he tells me honestly, his voice deep and raspy.

The promise makes my core throb, and I try to close my thighs to squash it, but I can’t move them an inch.

He crawls between my thighs, his smirk growing.

“By the time I untie you, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

“Cocky much?” I tease.

His expression hardens, his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth.

“You don’t have to have use of your mouth, you know.”

My chin drops, but I can’t deny that the thought of him gagging me doesn’t make my already sky-high temperature increase.

“Remember what I said? Only good girls get what they want.”

I flinch when his fingertips brush against my ankle. It’s such a simple touch, but it affects me like he’s just pressed a branding iron into my skin.

“Kieran,” I moan.

“Right here, baby,” he rasps as he slowly drags his fingers up my leg. “And I’m not going anywhere.

Turning his attention to my other leg, he bends over and kisses my shin, right above where my scarf is tied around my ankle.

I flinch again, tugging at my bindings, but none of them give.

Arching my back, I grind my hips, desperate for some relief, but it does nothing.

I’m useless like this and totally reliant on him. Something that he is loving if the tent in his sweats is anything to go by.

“Why aren’t you naked?” I gasp as his lips trail up my leg.

“Because I’m the one in charge, and I’ve decided to remain dressed.”

“B-but?—”

“Keep arguing, Luck. See where it gets you,” he taunts.

Slamming my lips shut, I fall silent and try to just enjoy the ride.

Fuck. I really hope there is a ride coming.

If he thinks he’s just going to tease me and leave me here to suffer for the rest of the day, then he’s going to regret it.

I don’t know what I’ll do to punish him, but I’ll figure something out.

“Oh my god, yes,” I moan as he gets to the top of my thigh and blows a stream of air across where I need him most.

He moves closer, and I hold my breath, waiting for the second his tongue connects with my sensitive skin.

But it never comes.

I cry out in frustration, tugging at the belts holding my arms hostage.

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