Page 25 of Such a Bad Girl

The handcuffs chinked against the bed frame as I secured him in a cross position, each ankle and wrist attached to a corner, spreading him out like a muscle-clad buffet.

A buffet for one.

His jaw clenched as I traced my thumb over it, bending to drift my lips over his.

It was all I’d allow myself for now. After years of patience, I burned to kiss him properly. To moan into his mouth and drink down his desire.

Not yet, Bex.

What’s a little longer after all this time?

Leaving him there, I went to shower. I wanted to look perfect for him by the time he awoke.

Henry woke me with rabid jerking against his bonds. I’d fallen asleep curled beside him on the bed, stealing his warmth and being soothed by the deep rumbling of his chest.

How often had I watched him sleep and dreamed of being right there? It was everything I’d imagined.

‘Oh, Henry. Good morning,’ I said, sitting beside him with a smile.

He tried to speak, but all that emerged was a garbled whisper.

‘Patience, love, it’ll take a little while until you’re fighting fit again. So to speak.’

He writhed as I left the bed, freshening up in the bathroom before making a pot of coffee and returning to the bed, perching on the edge.

‘I’m guessing you have some questions?’ His green eyes narrowed, and I leant over to place his glasses back on his face. His mouth moved, but whatever he tried to say was lost.

‘You didn’t recognise me. Well, I think your body did, but you didn’t. Do you remember Melissa Green? You used to date her in your teens.’

Henry’s brows knitted at the name. Of course he remembered. He’d lost his virginity to that bitch in her garden shed. I’d seen them.

‘Do you remember the girl next door that Melissa would babysit sometimes? That little girl called Rebecca?’

Henry swallowed, his eyes widening.

‘That’s right. I’m one and the same. You never saw me, then, as you shouldn’t have. I was just a kid. But I knew I loved you from the moment we met. I knew you’d love me one day. You only needed time.’

Putting my coffee aside, I stroked my fingers over his chest, and he flinched. It hurt, given how desperate he’d been for me the night before.

‘I know it’s a lot. It’s okay. I’ve been watching you for so long, Henry. Watching you grow and date and become the man you are today. You never knew I waited in the shadows. You never saw me. But the moment I walked into the classroom, you felt it.’

He shook his head.

‘You did, baby. Last night, you pinned me to the floor and took my virginity. The virginity I’d saved for you. You said you couldn’t help it. You wanted me so badly you had to fuck me. My innocence still coats your cock. There’s no point denying it.’

Panic filled his face at the mention of my virginity. He hadn’t known.

‘I saved it all this time, for you. You have always been the only man for me. That jealousy you felt watching me touch myself to a picture that you thought was another man. It was you. It’s always been you. Imagine how I felt watching you fuck your way through college. Watching you date other women while you didn’t even remember me. It hurt, Henry.’

Running my hand over the muscled expanse of his stomach, I sighed.

‘So now, I need to convince you to ache for me again, Henry. To help you see what we really are. Tied together in these unholy games that we both enjoy so much. Cat and mouse. Predator and prey. You and I, both. We crave to conquer one another. To pin and scratch and take. You nearly won last night, nearly filled me up right there in the woods, but I outsmarted you. Caught you in my trap like a wriggling little rodent.’

He squirmed as I traced my fingertips over his groin, his cock stirring despite his tugging against the handcuffs. ‘And when I’ve toyed with you, I’ll let you go. And we’ll start the game all over again. Maybe you’ll win next time.’

Picking up shears, I cut his boxers off while his eyes grew saucer-wide, revealing the deliciousness beneath.

Wrapping my fingers around his stiffening shaft, I grinned. ‘But I doubt it. I’m just so much better at the game.’

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