Page 37 of Pretty Plaything
Chapter 18
WHEN SIENNA COMES OUTof the bathroom, her hair is wet and she has a towel wrapped around her.
I may have exhausted her a little bit too much, but she’s strong. She can handle it.
“Lie down on the bed,” I say.
Her eyes go wide. “No. Please let me out of here. I’m tired. I just want to sleep.”
But I don’t want to let her out of here.
Now that she’s here, I want to keep her forever.
I still want to do things to her. Fucking her mouth and playing with her was satisfying, but it’s not enough. Not even close.
With anyone else, I would’ve already lost interest, but there’s something about her. Something different.
It’s like she wants to fight her arousal, but she can’t, and when she gives in, it’s so damn beautiful.
I want to fuck her pussy and ass until she can no longer think.
“On the bed. Now. It’s not a request. It’s an order,” I say.
She clutches the towel tightly around herself as she glares at me.
I love it when she does that.
And I also know her pussy is getting wet again because she shifts from one foot to the other and lightly bites her lower lip.
“No,” she finally says. “I’m not your slave.”
The corners of my lips twitch up. I move across the room and grab her into my arms. She thrashes, but she’s no match for me.
I rip the towel off her and ignore my rock-hard cock as I place padded cuffs around her wrists. She screams and struggles, but I carry her to the bed and attach the cuffs to the headboard.
“You can’t do this to me!” she spits out as I trace my hand over the curve of her breast. Her nipples are hard.
It’s so easy to get distracted when I’m with her.
“Yes, I can. I’m doing it right now.” I meet her gaze. “And you like it.”
She bares her teeth at me, but she doesn’t try to call me a liar.
I catch her chin and press my lips against hers. She tries to bite me, but I have a tight grip on her jaw.
When I let go of her, she tugs on the cuffs, but she can’t get free. Her body and shoulders rest against the soft pillows, and I know she’ll be comfortable enough and won’t be able to hurt herself while trying to get away.
She likes to struggle. There’s no other explanation.
I pick up a spreader bar from the table next to the bed. Sienna stops wiggling as she watches me carefully.
When I sit on the bed next to her legs, she kicks out at me. I catch her ankle and cuff it, and then the other. Her legs are spread wide apart, and her eyes are narrowed at me.
I slide my hand up her thigh and between her legs.
