It’s not a request. It’s a command. My bossy, beautiful girl.
I wish I could.
Chapter Fifteen
Noelle
What an odd dream I’m having.
The lack of dick in my life must be messing with my subconscious because I just had a dream that I fucked a serial killer, the same one who murdered my abusive ex.
And now he’s binding my hands with something rough.
My eyes shoot open as I realize that the groggy memory of my dream is not a dream at all. Cole really did creep into my apartment and eat me out on the counter. Sasha really did eat a human heart. We really did have sex in the same bed I’m lying in now.
And Cole isreallytying my wrists together.
But not with rope, I note, something pokey and mechanical in feel. There’s no need for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light in the room because the glow of the fuckingChristmas lightsbinding my wrists together is all I need.
“What the–” My heart stops when I peer past the strange sight to see a man hovering over me, dressed in all black with a balaclava mask concealing his face. With the covers striped away to expose my naked body, the masked man kneels between my spread knees as he meticulously wraps the string of lights around my hands.
“Cole?” I question. It would seem like an odd coincidence to have two different men break in on the same night. So assuming I’m not part of a very small statistic, the man before me has to be Cole.
And if that’s the case, do I like this game he’s playing?
The thought of someone breaking into my apartment tying me up and having their way with me terrifies me.
…Ok, it also kind of turns me on. But I don’t think I’d feel that way if it actually happened.
But if Cole broke into my apartment in a mask to restrain me and have his way with me? I think I’d be into that.
Actually, I know I’m into that because my pussy is already throbbing at the idea and I have the overwhelming urge to rub my thighs together for friction.
Assessing the dark eyes exposed by the gap in the fabric, I know for certain the man kneeling between my legs is Cole. If he didn’t turn me on enough as it is, this primal, forbidden, downright morally gray scene playing out is making my skin burn with need.
“I can’t help myself anymore,” he says without confirming his identity, but I know it’s him. “I think it’s about time I use you the way that I want.”
His words could either be truth or part of the skit. Either way, I’m loving this side of him.
Hell, I’m loving this side of me. The side I was always too shy to show to others, too afraid they’d look at me like I belong in an asylum.
“Cole, I–” my sentence is cut short when a meaty hand swats the side of my ass since he can’t access the full cheek from this position. I’ve always wondered if I’d be into spanking. Judging by the tingles that align up and down my stomach, I’m into it.
“You will address me assirand nothing else,” he orders. Every time Cole shows me this dominant side of him, I like it more and more.
And the more I accept the complicated fact that I don’t want tonightto be it for us.
Trying to play the part of the scared girl tied to her bed, I stifle the smile trying to conquer my mouth and answer accordingly. “Yes, sir.” The rumble of satisfaction in his chest tells me that’s something he could get used to hearing.
“Much better. Now, on your knees.” With the right leverage and brute strength, Cole flips me to my stomach before using his hands to make my body bend at the waist so my ass is in the air. I feel like I’m on display for him, for his eyes to feast and not aNo Touchingsign in sight. The feel of his rough hands gliding over the globes of my ass does things to me no proper lady should feel. Good thing I left propriety at the door.
Now probably isn’t the right time to question this but I start to wonder where Cole got the lights from since I don’t have any Christmas decorations hidden in my apartment. The string of lights tying my wrists into one knot extends to loop around the outer post of the metal bedframe, keeping me on a very short leash.
“Hey, where did you get the–” another slap to my ass causes my train of thought to stutter with the little shriek that almost resembles an excited squeal. Now that my ass is levitating in midair, Cole has ample access to it. He smooths the sting away with the palm of his hand tenderly massaging the reddening flesh. It’s the perfect balance of pain and pleasure I didn’t know I needed.
“No questions.” Comes his next order.
I smile to myself knowing my obligatory response of, “Yes, sir,” is likely making him hard out of his mind.
