Page 23 of Wild

“Fuck,” he muttered and lifted me from his thigh.

“What?” I sat on his opposite knee and eyed him, suddenly feeling exposed. I was completely naked, and he had all his clothes on. And he’d stopped our fun time. Was he changing his mind about having sex now? “It’s not like you’re that old.”

Please, no. Don’t shut this down. I needed this. My body needed this. My spirit needed this.

He shook his head, cupping my breast. I bit my lip and rocked on his lap to keep from moaning wantonly. He already had me burning everywhere for him. “Older than you. Not just in years, but in life. The shit I’ve seen… ” He sounded like he was convincing himself.

I thought of the nightmare he had the night before, knew he’d been deployed. He was right, I’d barely lived in comparison. So while I was riled, I couldn’t be mad at him for serving our country while I was in elementary school. “I know you’re going back to your base. You’ve made that very clear.”

“And you’re going back to college. You're young. It’s all right. I can work with it.”

Ha. I knew I had been right to keep my identity a secret last night. Hedidhave qualms but was eager for more as much as me.

I moved to straddle him, ready to move this thing forward, but his lips tipped up, and he gripped my waist. “Uh uh. You are not in charge here, Marina. And I believe punishment is still in order.”

Lordy. Every time he saidpunishmentmy pussy clenched. “What’s my punishment?” I sounded out of breath.

“Hmm.” He lifted me off his knee and followed me to stand. “Spanking’s too loud. I think you might need to be tied up and eaten.”

Everything clenched. Pussy. Anus. Diaphragm.Yes, please, Mr. Wolf.

“Oh my God. I’m going to be eaten by the big, bad Wolf.”

Colton smirked. “You have no idea, little girl.” He picked me up by the waist like dead-lifting a hundred and ten pounds was a total cinch and tossed me on my back on the bed. I sat up and scooted back, a nervous laugh escaping my lips as he loomed over me, then grabbed my ankles and tugged them wide. “Don’t move. You stay right where I put you.” He walked to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. “Hmm. What will I tie you with?” He shut the top drawer and opened the next one, using one hand to scoot things around as he peered in. “Uh huh.” He pulled out a wrinkled navy blue tie and tossed it on the bed. Then a red one. Then silver.

Were they his? “It’s hard to picture you in a tie,” I confessed, watching his every move. Even though he wore the same clothes as the night before, he was gorgeous. Rumpled looked damned good on him. I could imagine him in uniform, and that would probably ruin me.

He picked one up and snapped it between two hands, like it was a threat. “Yeah, that’s why they’re in my dresser,” he said. “I think some asshole gave them to me for graduation. Since I enlisted a week later, they’re still sitting here.”

He got busy tying my right ankle to the leg of the bed, then the left. “I’ll have to be sure to send a thank you note. Who knew they’d be put to such… good use?”

Being so exposed—spread wide for him and tied down did crazy things to my body. I trembled visibly, my inner thighs shaking, my belly shuddering in with each breath. Colton dropped a hand on my ankle and stroked slowly up. “You okay, sweetness? Are you scared?”

I shook my head.

“Excited, then.” His gaze was on my pussy where he could see the truth. I was wet. No one had gotten me like this before, my eagerness coating even my thighs.

My heart pounded as I nodded. I couldn’t lie.

“Use your words, sweetness.” He knelt between my legs, set his big palms on my inner thighs and took a long swipe of his tongue between my legs.

I warbled out an answering cry, my hips bucking.

“You could say,Yes, sir.Or even,Yes, Daddy.” He winked up at me from my pussy.

I picked up the pillow by my head and hurled it at him, giggling. “I’m not calling you,Daddy. The last thing I want to do is think of my dad when I’m with you.”

“Sirwill do, then.” He grinned back. “Especially when you’re tied up and at my mercy.” He knelt up, looped the fill-in rope around my throat, the crisscross in the back. He tied each of my wrists with an end.

I tested his work. If I moved my arms, it tightened the slack around my neck. A thrill shot through me. Wild. Intense.

“I don’t think this is the knot work the Boys Scouts had in mind,” I replied, my tone sarcastic. The idea, though, that I wasn’t actually tied down but couldn’t do anything with my hands sent a shiver through me. I had to keep my palms against my neck, or I’d tighten the tie myself.

Oh. My. God. I’d never been tied up before, never knew it was even hot. He didn’t need to pin me down to keep me in place.

He grinned. “Maybe I should take a picture and send it to the Scoutmaster.”

Pulling his cell from his back pocket of his cargo pants, I stilled. “You wouldn’t.”