Page 101 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"Promise you won't leave me like that again."

"I promise." His lips moved to my neck, placing hard kisses down to my clavicle.

"When we fight we have to work it out together. You can't just walk out on me."

"Or maybe I'll just punish you next time," he whispered in my ear. His words brought that familiar pull in my stomach.

"Do you want to punish me right now?" I thought about being blindfolded in his room. And then I thought about how he had aroused me with a spoon. I felt myself blushing.

There seemed to be a glint in his eyes when I asked. "Yes."

I wanted him to do whatever he needed to forgive me. And I was more than curious what he used the handcuffs for on his bedpost. "Then do it."

I saw his Adam's apple rise and fall. His hands slid to my ass as he pulled me off the wall and walked over to his bedroom door.

Suddenly all I could hear was my heart beating. I had thought I lost him. But here he was, looking at me the same way he had before our fight. Everything was back to normal. Except I was dripping wet with anticipation of what he was going to do to me. Rory kicked his door shut with his foot and tossed me down on his bed.

"Get undressed," he said as he stared down at me.

My hands were shaking as I slowly lifted off my tank top. The intensity he was staring at me with made me nervous. It was almost like he was seeing me undress for the first time.

Rory hooked his index finger in the middle of my bra and pulled me to my feet. "This next." He let go of my bra.

I quickly reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and pulled the straps down my shoulders.

His eyes ran down my torso and landed on my yoga pants. He looked back up at me, arching his eyebrow.

I loved when he challenged me. I pushed my yoga pants and thong down my hips and thighs and kicked them off. God I wanted him.

His eyes wandered over my naked body, turning me on even more. He was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Your turn," I said, looking at his shirt.

He smiled at me and shook his head. "That's not how this works, Keira."

"But..."

"Fine. I'll give you this one thing." He slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

I looked at his chiseled abs and moved my legs together. I didn't want him to be able to see how aroused I was.

He smiled as he looked at my pressed together thighs. "But now you can't ask for anything else." There was a glint in his eyes.

And I realized I had made a mistake. I thought about when he had fucked me in the kitchen and he hadn't let me come for a long time. Is that what he was going to do to me? Even if I begged him to please me? I bit my lip.

"Sit in the middle of the bed."

I already wanted to beg him. And he hadn't even touched me. I turned around and climbed onto his bed. I watched him go over to his dresser and pull out a tie. My breathing hitched as he walked back to me.

The last thing I saw was his smile as he placed the tie in front of my eyes. His fingers didn't touch me at all, only the silky fabric. I so badly wanted him to touch me.

"Put your hands out in front of you."

I followed his instructions. A chill ran down my spine as I heard the clang of metal. A second later I felt the handcuffs being secured around my wrists. Again, he didn't touch me at all. Fuck.

"Lie down and lift your arms above your head."

I lifted my arms above my head as soon as I lay down. I felt the mattress sag slightly near my head and Rory tugged the middle of the handcuffs. When he got off the bed, I realized that I could barely move at all. He had somehow attached the handcuffs to his bed post. My heart started to beat faster. I had never been so exposed in my life. After a few seconds I started to feel nervous. Why isn't he touching me? "Rory?" My voice sounded so needy.

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