Page 10 of Bound to the Boss
Chapter Six
Cyrus
Addie was my match. That was what the text had read, which changed everything. And it changed nothing since I’d always cared about her. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the company I worked for had gotten it right. That was what we were supposed to be good at. But the timing of the text had been perfect, which was odd, but I was a little too distracted to think much of it.
Addie was already a work of art, her skin petal soft and decorated with a scattering of freckles. The rope completed the picture, tied in small knots in a diamond pattern down her stomach and back to the seam of her hourglass hips. I’d tied her arms and legs in the same pattern. Kneeled and bound on top of my desk as she was, she was the perfect submissive.
But I highly suspected she was the one feeling the most pleasure right then. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips swollen with kisses, and a haze brightened her dark eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulders without covering too much of my masterpiece. The ropes were surely digging into her skin, not enough to cut circulation but enough so the fibers chafed in all the right places. Her hips rocked forward less than a centimeter, riding the rope I’d tied between her legs so it rubbed her clit. As she did so, the ropes pulled tighter down her nipples, peaking them even more into tight, tender buds. Soon, she’d start to feel rope drunk. She might even come with the pure pleasure of it.
I sure hoped not. Not yet anyway, because I wanted to be inside her when that happened, but I wanted her to feel the effects of the rope first.
Waiting was torture. My dick pressed painfully into my pants, but I tried to ignore it.
“Twenty minutes,” she breathed. “Not thirty.”
It wouldn’t even be that long. Her muscles would start cramping from being locked in the same position, and I needed her to be pain-free. Always. From anything I intentionally or unintentionally did to her. Five minutes tops for her to reach a constant state of arousal, and then I would free her. But I also wanted to watch her squirm a little.
“Thirty. No exceptions,” I lied. It was hard to keep a straight face as her heated eyes narrowed.
I tried to focus on finishing Monday’s report, but the lines on the screen formed ropes through my imagination and tied themselves up in new patterns and positions I could try on Addie. Knotting the ropes like tiger stripes. Laying her on her back and tying her knees spread wide to her chest. Even leaving her arms free so she could fuck her hand. The possibilities were endless, and I wanted to try every single one of them on her to find out which she liked best.
While I tried to plug in more words on the report, she knelt there quietly, her body twitching slightly at the feel of the rope’s burn. Her chest heaved, jutting her perfect tits and perked nipples directly at my head. Her hips bucked forward as much as they could against the rope, again and again, rubbing it along her clit. I could smell her arousal, as intoxicating asshewas. Her eyes slid out of focus. She rolled her head to the side, her dark hair falling into her face and hiding the blissful drunkenness that was taking hold.
I needed to see it happening, stop it just before she came so I could sink inside her first like I’d always wanted to. Jumping from the chair, I pinched the tip of my steel-hard dick, hoping I didn’t come before then, either.
Need roared inside me, louder than my own voice when I said, “Look at me, Addie.”
She gasped, her whole body trembling, and she peered at me through a lust-filled haze. She was close, so close to coming already.
My hands shaking slightly with anticipation, I took the pocket knife from the center drawer and sliced it through the top of the rope between her legs and the ones binding her thighs to her calves. Then I pulled her up by the shoulders and toward me, and she collapsed against my chest, her legs going out from underneath her due to the sudden blood flow.
She cried out, likely at the pins-and-needles feeling. I pressed a soothing kiss to her lips as I sat her ass down on the desk with her legs dangling over.
“How do you feel?” I asked between kisses, unzipping my straining zipper. My swollen dick twitched when I stroked it, beads of pre-come lubing my hand.
“I feel...” Her kisses grew hungry. Her tongue tasted mine as her freed legs wrapped around my hips. She pulled back slightly and smiled against my mouth. “I feel like that wasn’t thirty minutes.”
“The timer must be broken.” I grabbed her ass and squeezed, my hands bumping her still bound ones behind her, and scooted her closer to the edge of the desk and my waiting dick.
She slid right onto it, her pussy taking all of me inside with just one thrust. My god. She was so fucking wet. And tight. Oh,fuck.
She cried out and dropped her head back, the tendons in her neck straining. I dove toward that smooth column of skin and sucked and kissed and bit it while I slammed into her. Her tits, squeezed by the rope surrounding them, slapped against my shirt, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel all of her. Without slowing, I ripped my shirt open, and buttons flew in all directions.
There. Now her naked body writhed against mine, roughened by the ropes that still bound her.
She gasped again, her arms struggling to break free from the knots behind her back, but that wouldn’t come until the end. Which would be soon for the both of us.
I drove into her at full-speed, unable to keep from burying myself inside her up to the hilt. She felt too good. Too perfect. I could get used to this.
She met my thrusts with her hips rocking with mine until her pussy’s walls spasmed. Her body jerked, and she cried out as she clamped down hard on my dick. I came inside her, hard and fast, and kept coming, my orgasm wringing everything out of me and spilling into her.
“Fuck, Addie,” I said against her lips. I moved inside her still, slowly, because she felt too good to ever leave.
“Amazing.” She sighed into my neck, her smile pressed into my skin, and I breathed her and the sex-saturated air in deeply.
Reluctantly pulling out, I untied the knots binding her wrists and set her on her feet, but she clung to me, unable or unwilling to stand on her own. I didn’t mind. She wrapped her arms around me, and I held her close.
I breathed into her hair, which smelled as sweet as she was. “I didn’t hurt you?”
