Page 131 of Cinderella Is Faking It

“Hi.”

“Hmm…” She crossed her legs behind me, pulling me tight against her. Tight enough for the pulsing erection in my pants to press into her flesh. I groaned and she laughed against my collar. “I vote third orgasm should happen in bed.”

“Sure,” I laughed, “but don’t think you’re getting your hands on me just yet.”

FIFTY-FIVE

I was stilla little dazed and breathing hard when Beck sat me down on the edge of his bed and peeled the robe off, trailing kisses along my shoulders. I hummed, leaning into him, grasping for his shirt. He pushed my hands back down, pressing them against the mattress. “Not yet.”

“Fine.”

His kisses trailed up my throat, sending a warm shiver down my spine. “Do you remember the first night you stayed over?”

“Are you going to feed me peanut curry again?”

Beck stepped to his nightstand and the second he pulled the drawer open, I knew. A moment later, he pulled out the silver bar with the leather cuffs on each end, and my throat tightened. “May I?” I watched him extend the bar like a telescope, tripling its lengths to somewhere between four and five feet. And even though I understood the concept, I was struggling to come up with positionsthatwould be comfortable in or that even required this kind of tool, because I was more than happy to open my legs for him. “You can say no,” he added after a moment of silence.

“I’ll try it on, but I think I need you to explain it to me again, because it makes no sense to me.”

He carried it over and showed it to me up close. The silver metal looked a lot sturdier than I’d thought. Less selfie stick, more car jack. Thick chain links hooked the cuffs to each end of it.

“It’s for you to give up control to me,” he said and lowered himself to his knees, directing one of my feet into his lap. The cushioned leather slipped around my ankle way too easily, and he closed the clasps just loose enough to give me some wiggle room. “To me, it’s less about the fact that your legs stay apart and more about the fact that you are putting your body in my hands. Figuratively and literally.” He pulled my second foot into the cuff, my legs parting wide, my butt sliding to the edge of the mattress. My pulse spiked at the physical sensation of opening my body like that, and I was thrown back to the beach, to him watching me writhe, anticipating how he might touch me. “You’re giving yourself to me and I get to decide how I fuck you, how you come, how often you come…” A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he looked up at me. “How does it feel?”

Giving myself to him.That possessive streak of his. Maybe it should have scared me, but I tested the cuffs, trying to close my legs, the soft leather digging in to keep them apart, and the warmth that had just died down, simmered back up. “Okay, I guess,” I replied, still unsure about how much that thing would do sexually.

I should have known he’d takethatas a challenge, too.

Beck gripped the bar, stood, and yanked it up. I was thrown back onto the mattress, yelping, my ass suspended in the air. My legs wereup.And spread. And my weight was pushed onto my shoulders. Oh god, I was just… Lying there. Or hanging there. And Beck was grinning down at me as my fingers scrambled for support, digging into his sheets. He barely had to lift the bar to his shoulder level for this.

“How does it feel now?”

“Uh… I… uh…” Words. I needed words, but I was barely able to compute how I felt, caught between the novelty of the position my body was in, and the knowledge that Beck was seeing every muscle spasm between my legs.

“How is this?” He dipped two fingers back into me. Downwards. And my insides immediately clenched, still tender from five minutes ago, sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine. And I didn’t have to – no – I couldn’t do anything but let him touch me.

“Yes,” I panted when he drew back out, “that’s good.”

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart, you couldn’t lie about that if you tried.” He pushed the fingers back in curling them just right to hit my G-spot and I moaned, my legs jerking on the bar as I scrambled to find hold on something other than his sheets. “I think we need to do something about those flailing hands of yours.” He dropped the bar, my ass hitting the mattress and my feet the floor.

His words had just sunk in when he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back upright. He took the soft belt of the bathrobe and slung it around my wrists on either side of me, just to tie both ends around my middle. Belt, yes, but with my arms strapped to my sides. Fuck. I wasreallytied up. And God, I felt myself getting wetter just testing the new restraint. “Beck,” I gasped.

“Yes, Blondie?” He wore such a smug smile on his lips, and I couldn’t wait to wipe it off.

I inhaled deeply and smiled up at him. “If we do this, you’re mine. I’m the only girl you ever touch from here on out, so you better make the most of it.”

Surprise flashed across his features, followed by a devilish grin that already made me wonder how much I’d regret my words in the morning. “You’re not doubting me, are you?” He leaned down, his face a breath from mine, and those dark stormy eyes scalding on me. “Because, Blondie,” he thrust those fingers back into me and I gasped, but I barely had room to buck in this position, “I am more than happy to remind you how only I can make you scream. Now, open your mouth.”

I did as I was told without hesitation, only for him to slip his fingers from my pussy to my mouth, my own salty taste dissolving on my tongue.

“I’m the only one who will make you taste like that, sweetheart,” he rasped and pulled his hand from my mouth, only to suck on his fingers himself. His eyes were on me, while he savored every inch of my taste. The sight did things to me, every muscle tensing. “Take this.” He grabbed a short chain from his nightstand and pressed the cold metal in my palm. “Drop it on the floor if you need me to stop.”

I had no chance to ask why I couldn’t just tell him to stop, because he picked me off the bed like I was nothing and whipped me around. Next thing I knew, my chest hit the mattress, face buried in the sheets, and he pulled my hips back until the tips of my toes scraped against the floor. I had no hold. Zero leverage. And each sound would be muffled by rich cotton. My heart sped up, as I realized that Ihadgiven him full control - and the excitement outweighed any anxious thought, because I wanted him to touch me. More than that, I just wanted him. I wanted to stop thinking and let myself be consumed by him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands smoothed over my ass cheeks, their tenderness hiding the promise of what I’d gotten myself into. He spread me open with one hand before something cold hit my skin, wetness trickling from my tailbone down my center. I squirmed, trying to turn my head, trying to figure out what he was- but all I could see was my own blonde hair and cotton sheets. Damn his expensive thick bedding. The slick wetness trickled over my throbbing clit, and I winced. It was heating up. Oh God. Within seconds of touching my skin, the lube was prickling, my skin burning, and it was- I was- I was gasping into the sheets, trying to push myself against his hand or the bed, because the prickling was good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed friction.

“Patience, Blondie.” Beck laughed behind me and patted my ass check. Goddammit.

“Please,” I begged, but my voice was swallowed by his bed.

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