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My confusion deepened.
“What makes you say that?”
“Oh, just a hunch,” he offered. My puzzlement grew when he returned carrying an array of satin ties. “Face me.”
“Jon—”
“These two go great with your skin tone, don’t you think?” he asked, holding a sky blue and pale-yellow tie in front of my chest.
“Um…I guess,” I answered, unsure where he was going with this.
“What’s your safe word, Kierra?”
“I’m sorry…what?”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Why do I need a safe word?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you up.”
I beg your pardon?!
He chuckled darkly and draped the blue tie around my neck before wrapping the yellow tie around my wrists. I winced when he tightened it. “You look scared. You shouldn’t be.”
“Well, I don’t know, Jonathan. I’m wondering if you’ll tell me to put the lotion on my skin next.”
Fuck. I’ve never been so scared and turned on at the same timein my entire 24 yearsof living. This is not the same man who offers healthy, organic treats and plays soccer in the backyard with his kids. I suspect a soul swap because thisdoesn’t make any sense. I mean, I always felt Jonathan had some quiet freak daddy buried deep inside him because, let’s be honest, the man is smooth as fuck, and his flirt game is top-tier. However, I never expected bondage daddy out of him. Seriously, what was Eliza’s malfunction? The bitch had a whole gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets. Oh, well. Mine now.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked again, retrieving the blue tie from my neck.
“I-I-I-I-,” I started to stutter when he balled the tie in his hand.
“C’mon, Kierra. Give me a word,” he insisted. He followed his demand with a rough kiss that dampened my thong even more. It was soaked through at that point. He ended the kiss with a sharp bite to my bottom lip, making me hiss. “Last time…what’s the word?”
“Gentleman,” I answered firmly.
He grinned. “I like that. Gentleman, it is. Open your mouth.” I did, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head when he shoved the tie into it. “We can’t wake up our four responsibilities,” he whispered in my ear.
I take back the Rory stamp of approval. My husband might haunt this man after he’s done with me.
Chapter Nineteen
Jonathan
I stared down at Kierra as her body lay stretched and arched on a sea of black. Her tied wrists were above her head, and her honey-brown eyes were wide in anticipation. My eyes traveled down to her heaving chest, perky breasts, and protruding nipples that pointed toward the ceiling. Her nipples were the perfect size to latch onto, and I could barely wait until I could tease them with the tip of my tongue. Her legs were open, per my instruction, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of hair that I wanted to skim my fingers through until I reached her parted lips, which were already slick with arousal. I wanted to feast on her—tease her clit with my tongue, invade her pussy with it, and slurp at her until her juices spilled down my chin and neck before finally resting at my clavicle. Truthfully, I’d be satisfied going down on her for hours on end, but I had a feeling Kierra wanted the full treatment, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get my dick wet.
I’ve been celibate for over two years, after all.
I heard my name being mumbled around the tie in her mouth. “What was that, Kierra? I couldn’t hear you?”
I’m lying. I distinctly heard her moan my name.
She groaned, and her knees touched together.
“No, ma’am. Open up and let me see that pretty, neglected pussy.”
Her surprised cry echoed through the room, and I hadn’t even done anything to her yet. Obediently, she opened her knees back up, flashing me her soaked slit that was wetter than before.
