Page 12 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

Dipping my head a little lower, I pull up the mask and wipe my eyes where he can’t see me. Once I’m put back together, I look up at him. “I’d like to see at least a little of what you do. I’m so new to all of this… I don’t even know where to begin.”

An odd look shutters his gaze for a moment, but it’s gone almost as soon as it comes. “I’m not normally the one to tutor newbies like you. But I guess I’ll make an exception.”

Ugly emotions bubble to the surface as I squirm out of his grasp. “Don’t bother,” I spit out, turning to find some other Alpha to give me what I need.

He’s right behind me, his breath hot on the nape of my neck. Before I can escape, he grabs my shoulders and whirls me around, slamming my back against a padded wall. My mouth drops open to tell him off, but he grabs my wrists and pins them high above my head.

Haggard breaths come in gasps as he leans in close. “I see now. You like it rough, don’t you? You want me to work for it?”

“I- I-”

“Don’t even try to lie,” he murmurs against my neck as he plants a kiss against my rapid pulse. “I can smell the arousal dripping from you. If I were to touch your pussy, would I find it dripping?”

My brain and mouth fail me as I merely gape at his words. Such command. Such liberties. I didn’t know it could be like this. Until now, I had no idea how much I was missing out on with Alec. Unless he harbored this side of him in secret, only to unleash it on me in marriage?

“I will not ask again, omega.”

“There was a question?” My voice squeaks as I bite down on my lower lip.

I cannot seem to think when he’s around. It’s both a welcome relief and disconcerting all at the same time. His dark chuckle fills my head, making my knees knock together.

“Oh, you poor, naïve, innocent little thing. I think I’m going to enjoy corrupting you.” My legs buckle, but he’s right there lifting me up. “You’re not going to escape me that easily.”

Lifting me into his arms again, he takes me back over to the X. “While we’re playing together, you will call me Master. I’ll call you slave. How does that sound to you?”

I should be furious at the suggestion, and yet, I find myself even wetter at the thought. “I- I don’t hate that.”

Again, he chuckles. “No, I don’t suppose you do. Don’t worry, little slave. I’ll bring you into the kinky light and unlock desires hidden inside you that you didn’t even know you had.”

Somehow, I don’t doubt he will. With a soft push, he presses me up against the X until my breasts squish into thesmall pillow in the middle. His massive hand encircles my wrist as he draws it up, lashing it to the supple leather.

The cuff holds me tight and secure as he goes over to the other hand. Not that I want to fight. At this point, all I want to do is see where he takes me next. It’s this burning, insatiable curiosity that keeps me from fighting him.

“I know you’re new to all of this, but try to answer my questions to the best of your ability.”

“Okay.”

His hand stills for a moment as he threads his free fingers through my hair and grips the strands. It’s not hard enough to hurt. Not really, but a delicious sting and burn sizzles at my scalp, scattering my thoughts. My pussy clenches with each tug, bringing another wave of arousal flowing through me.

“That’s not how you answer me. If I ask you a question, it will be ‘yes, Master.’ Or ‘no, Master.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I manage to gasp as I dig my nails into the leather.

“Good girl. Let’s try this again. You will answer all my questions to the best of your ability. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” In my brain, I know I should feel ridiculous calling him that, but it somehow feels so right.

“Is there anywhere on you that marks cannot show?” His question bounces around in my head as he wraps the cuff around the other wrist, leaving me helpless and at his mercy.

I try my hardest, but the question doesn’t make sense. “Master?”

With a soft laugh, he trails his fingers down my arms. “Depending on how much your body craves and how it reacts, some of my toys might leave a mark. Is there anywhere on your body you don’t wish others to see?”

“Oh. Um.” I wrack my brain, trying to make sense of what he’s asking me. “I guess my forearms, Master? I don’t usually wear anything super revealing at work.”

“Very good. I’m going to start you off gently by using my hand, then my flogger, and possibly a paddle. I’ll allow you to feel each of them before I use them. Is that agreeable to you?”

My mouth dries as my pussy drips. “I believe so, Master.”

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