Page 104 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

He smirked before taking the bottle from her hand and putting it on the side.

She glanced at it and then back at him taking a deep intake of breath. He wanted her already she could tell and she fought hard in that moment not to show how much she wanted him too.

“Go upstairs.” He said and she tilted her head raising an eyebrow before doing as she was told.

He followed her up the stairs, with every step behind her making her feel like he was right there, about to pounce.

“Strip.” He said as he walked in the room.

“What?” She replied.

“Strip Maddie.” He ordered and she bit her lip.

Slowly she reached behind her back unhooking and then even slower unzipping the dress. His eyes were watching her and she fought back the smirk as she let the fabric fall.

She saw his pupils practically dilate as he took her in.

“You’re not..”

“It ruined the outline of the dress.” She said telling a half lie because it was only partly true. A bra would have ruined the top half as the dress cut too low at the back and she figured it would be more interesting to forego the knickers for this exact moment.

“If I’d known…” He began.

“You would have what?” She grinned.

“Walked you home through the park and fucked you over the fountain.” He said and she gasped half wishing that she had said something earlier. Maybe dropped it into conversation while they were eating dinner.

He turned and walked away and she frowned confused and then he came back and she stared at what was in his hands.

“Not a fucking chance.” She said.

He gave her a look then and stepped forward. “It’s not optional.”

She shook her head. No fucking way, she thought, she wasn’t just going to let him tie her up. Not properly. Not like that.

“I’m in charge here Maddie. I make the decisions.” He stated.

She glared at him. So much for taking it slowly, she thought, so much for easing her into it.

“Hands.” He said holding the rope out now and she stared at it.

Did he plan this she wondered, was this what the dinner was about, charming her before he showed his hand. She didn’t want to do it, she didn’t want to give in, to give up all control but she felt his eyes on her and she looked up meeting the darkness in them.

Don’t do it Maddie, she thought but even as the words floated in her head she had her wrists out.

He smiled, a small, barely perceptible smile and he stepped forward tying her wrists first behind her back then looping the rope around her body. She gasped realising that it wasn’t just her wrists he was binding but her entire self, all of her. He turned her, wrapping it further and bringing it down across her stomach, her arse and around one of her legs and then the other. He tied her ankles off with a little slack that she already knew what for and then he laid her down, on her front on the hardwood.

She turned her head to watch him as he knelt beside her and he bound the rope that hung from her wrists to the other end at her ankles wrenching it hard so that her knees were bent and her feet were right up by her arse.

He spread her knees further part, revealing more of her pussy and he stood up walking around practically admiring his handiwork like an artist does a masterpiece they just created.

“Are you happy?” She muttered and he ssshd her.

“I want to enjoy the moment.” He said quietly still staring at her and she swallowed, feeling helpless, knowing she was completely at his mercy but somehow feeling so fucking turned on she didn’t know what to do.

She moved her fingers slightly, flexing them and he grinned.

“I’ve got you all tied up. I can literally do whatever I want and you can’t stop me.”

She nodded because she knew it was true.

“What do you want me to do first huh?” He asked.

She looked up at him, her breath was coming short and sharp and she was certain she’d be dribbling from her pussy any minute.

He took his shirt off, took the rest of his clothes off and walked around again. He picked up his belt and held it and she felt her eyes widen.

“You said you would only punish me when I disobeyed you.” She said.

He grinned. “This isn’t a punishment Maddie. This is your reward. You’ve been such a good girl. So obedient. I wanted to show you what that means to me.”

She swallowed looking back at the belt.

“Trust me Maddie, you’re going to enjoy this.” He said before getting on his knees and running his hands over her.

She gasped at his touch. It felt like electricity running through her. She knew she was being mad, being reckless but she didn’t care. She’d wanted to give up control she realised, when she’d held her hands out to him she knew he would dominate her in a way he’d never done before and she wanted it, she wanted it at that moment more than anything else in her god damn life.

He ran his hands down from between her arse cheeks and slide his fingertips across her pussy and she groaned.

“You’re practically dripping.” He muttered and she looked at him again seeing the lust in his eyes.

He held the belt up then and she held her breath. It wasn’t that she was scared of pain because she wasn’t it’s just she knew she had no control and she wasn’t sure what to expect, how much it would hurt and also how far he would go.

He brought it down sharp on her arse cheeks and she gasped. The shock more than anything ran through her. He rubbed her clit again and she pushed her body up into his fingers and then with the other hand he brought the belt back down.

“Fuck.” She cried the mix of pleasure combined with the sharpness of the belt was indescribable, incomparable.

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