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I flinch at the hit, but his grip still forbids me from moving.
“Creigh…please.”
“No amount of begging will save you tonight.” His hand slides from my ass to my hip and to the curve of my waist before stroking the skin of my back. “You should’ve never been in that club dressed like a present waiting to be unwrapped. You should’ve never defied me.”
He fists the fabric of my dress, then rips it in one savage go, and I gasp. It’s not only due to his aggressiveness, but it’s also because of the stimulations invading me all at once.
My breast slips from the built-in bra and the dress pools on the floor and I remain in nothing more than my panties.
Absolutely soaked panties.
How could a few spanks and the change of his tone be enough to turn me into this mess?
Creighton pushes off me, and my skin tingles where his hands touched me.
“Lie down on the bed.”
His authoritative tone leaves no room for negotiation, and I stumble in the direction of the bed and then lie on the messy sheets.
They smell like him, all male and addictive. It takes everything in me not to hug his pillow to my chest or something.
Creighton reaches into his closet and I strain to see what he’s up to.
He reappears again with a black leather bag. Usually, I would comment on its fashion and quality, but I don’t get the chance to before he starts to retrieve ropes from it.
His low, rich, and absolutely collected voice rings through the room, then strikes my skin. “I planned to get you more immersed in pain, to train and discipline you better before bringing you to this point, but you had to go and provoke me, little purple.”
Ropes.
Ropes.
More ropes.
I swallow the lump that’s gathered in my throat, but it only grows in size.
Creighton drops the bag on the bed and climbs up. The mattress dips with his weight as he straddles my middle with his knees on either side and grabs both my wrists with one hand and shoves them above my head.
His jeans create a heated friction against my naked flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt and multiply at a scary speed.
“Creigh…”
“Shh.” He wraps the rope around one wrist and secures it to the metal headboard and then does the same to the other.
I try to pull my hands, but the knots he’s made get tighter with every attempt. Shit. He’s an expert at this, isn’t he?
Creighton pushes off me, appearing way bigger than I remember him as he stands opposite me.
I lift my head, watching him grab an ankle and tie it to the foot of the bed. Then he repeats the move with my other foot so that I’m completely stretched out on the mattress and only my panties offer any sort of barrier.
And I need that right now.
While he was tying me up, I was kind of hyperventilating. And although I enjoyed the foreplay of punishment and pleasure, this situation is different.
I’m completely at his mercy, where I wouldn’t be able to escape even if I wanted to.
I’m trapped by a cold-blooded, ruthless monster who wants a pound of my flesh.
Literally.
