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“Mouth.” I lash out, throwing my arms around as I look up to the headboard, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “These are not my handcuffs.”
“No, and there are two pairs. I’m sure you’ve noticed. So, like I was saying, I’ve invented a new fuck. And guess what?”
“What?” I honestly don’t want to know, but I’m kind of at her mercy right now—not in a good way—and that’s a dangerous place to be for both of us.
“I thought of it just for you.” She rotates her tiny hips, making me pull in a deep, worried breath. “I love you,” she says softly.
“Oh, fucking hell.” It hits my waking brain like a brick. I’m being played at my own game, except I fear she’s got a different motive. I can see it in the determined edge of her dark eyes. What’s she up to?
The delicate flats of her palms plant on my chest, and I watch as her exquisite face nears. I’m fighting to maintain steady breaths. Fuck, I’m struggling to breathe at all. “How old are you?” She skims her lips on mine, and even though that question has just told me all I need to know and I’m more than shocked by it, I can’t help being distracted from the clarity of my situation by the feel of her lips on mine. But then she pulls away, and I feel irritation brewing inside. Oh, this could get extremely ugly. I know how stubborn she can be.
With my hands bound, I try to lift my head to secure her lips to mine, knowing that if I can pay some special attention to her mouth, I might stand a chance of getting out of this little situation on top. But I’m denied the opportunity to distract her. I throw her an evil look.
“Thirty-three.” I nearly choke on a groan when she rubs into me. I’m in trouble, more so when she comes in close and starts biting and sucking at me.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Holy shit, Ava. I am not telling you how old I am.”
Her slender body lifts and she looks down at me, slightly irritated. “Why?”
I have no fucking clue what to say. I know I look good, I know she can’t control herself around me, and I know I send her dizzy with lust. But eleven years is a whole fucking decade, plus one! When I was twenty-one, she was ten. It just doesn’t sound right. I’m knocking on forty, although I never plan on looking it. And, Jesus, that gap between us is only going to increase come Monday. “Undo the cuffs,” I order, my teeth clenched. “I want to touch you.” I don’t like the delight she displays at my order. She knows she’s got me.
“No.” The little fucking temptress grinds down hard, sending me wild.
“Fuck.” I throw my body around a bit, for absolutely no purpose at all. I’m fucked. “Remove the fucking cuffs, Ava.”
She refuses.
“For fuck’s sake, don’t play games with me, lady.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” She’s so calm. It makes me freeze...and worry more. “Are you going to stop being unreasonable and tell me?”
I’m probably just being difficult now, but if I give in on this, she’ll use it against me for the rest of my fucking life. The first thing I’m doing when I get free,afterI’ve fucked some sense into her, is buying a bed that has no scope for attaching things to it. “No.”
“Fine.” She flops down onto my chest, her lace-covered, soft breasts pushing into my hard muscle, and she takes my cheeks in her palms, studying me for a few moments. Then she lowers her lips. I could cry, my cock hardening to exploding point. My tongue leaves my mouth to search her out, but she pulls away. I growl. She should know better than to do this to me. Deny me. Hold me back.
My unease doesn’t improve when she moves from my hips and places her tongue on my aching cock. “Ohhhh, fucking hell.” I can’t deal with this. “Ava!”
Just when I think she may be taking some notice, she drops me and moves, but then holds something up. I nearly choke on my tongue. I recognize it immediately.
“Oh, no.” Should I laugh? Cry? “Ava, I swear to God.” My head falls back in total despair, my mind frantically thinking of ways to stop this. The easiest thing would be to just fucking tell her, but what if she really does stop and think for a moment? I’ll be fifty when she’s just thirty-nine. Fifty! And, again, what about kids? She might not have considered them now, but what if she suddenly does and concludes she wants her children to have a younger, more capable father?
All of that is pointless thinking, bro, because you may have already trapped her into having an old bastard as her kid’s father.
Bollocks.
“You can’t do this to me,” I mumble dejectedly. “Fuck.”Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I hear the low humming of the vibrator, my head rocking stupidly fast from side to side, trying to blank it out.
“Wow!”
I keep my eyes shut. I can’t look.
“This is one powerful machine.”
“Ava.” I pant and puff, forcing each word past my tight throat. “Remove the fucking cuffs.”
