Page 98 of For Wrath and Redemption
“This isn’t funny, Claire. Finish what you started.”
“I did.”
Something strange—cool and waxy—glides over my chest. Like writing or a drawing. I don’t have the sanity to focus on it.
“Then untie me so I can finish.”
Another small laugh. She’s not going to untie me. Lips wrap around the head of my cock and I groan.
“Fuck yes.” I thrust into her, hitting the back of her throat twice before she once again leaves me. “God damn it, Trouble.”
There’s rustling. My phone dings. And then?—
“See you at soundcheck.”
The door to the bedroom closes, followed by the door to the suite.
She’s gone.
She’s gone, and she’s left me blindfolded and tied to the bed with arock-hard erection. I try to get my hands free so I can at the very least jerk off, but I can’t. I can’t turn over, either. I’m fucking stuck here. I don’t know if I want to laugh or scream. I end up doing an odd combination of both.
I can’t even be angry with her. I deserve this. Hell, I deserve far worse. When she said she wanted to even the score, any number of punishments went through my head. Tying me up, fucking me, then leaving me hard and wanting wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
Now, all I can do is wait here.
Claire wouldn’t allow me to miss soundcheck, so I know she has a plan to release me.
I do everything I can to keep from replaying the entire erotic experience that just took place because when I think of it, I get hard again, and I don’t need that. Instead, I think about the plot of the novel I’m reading. I go through tonight’s set list. I decide on the next song I’ll play for our social media videos, and by the time I hear the door open, my fingers are tingling from being tied for so long.
“What the actual fuck?” Torren barks out a laugh. “This is the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Shut the hell up and untie me.”
“I don’t know, man. I think I need photographic evidence that this took place.”
I groan. “I’m sure that tiny pain in my fucking ass took some.”
I listen as Torren crosses the floor then grabs the pantyhose tied to my wrist. He starts to cut, and I realize he’s using scissors. The minute my hand is free, I rip off my blindfold and sit up. Torren moves to my other hand, and without looking at me arches an eyebrow.
“So how did this happen?”
The question gives me pause. “What did she tell you?”
He frees my other hand, and I stand from the bed.
“She just texted and said you’d gotten yourself into trouble and would appreciate some help.”
I sigh. “Trouble is right.”
I make my way to the bathroom, and he follows. As soon as I see my reflection, I bark out a laugh.
ASSHOLE is written across my chest in red lipstick, standing out against the more muted colors of my tattoos.
I can’t help my wide grin. She is such a fucking pain in my ass.
“This was Claire, wasn’t it?”
I glance over my shoulder and find Torren watching me. His head is tilted to the side, his lips twitching around a smile. I shrug.
