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“Oh?” I struggle to push out the word, my mind stuck on the possibility that he also shared in the woman.
While we aren’t a couple, the idea of it tears me apart.
“What are you thinking right now?” He raises a brow, and it feels as though he already knows my thoughts.
“Did you—” I hesitate to ask, “Did you fuck her too?”
“No, kitten.” His voice is sincere, with a tinge of annoyance. “That’s the fucking predicament.”
Not knowing what to say, my eyes dart between him and my drink as I play with the straw in my mule.
“I have told you several times that this” — his hand gestures between the two of us — “will never be some romantic love story.”
“I know,” I mumble the words.
“I’ve played house once before, in an attempt to appease a woman that wanted the great fairytale.” He rises from his seat and circles the table. Gripping my sweater, he pulls it over my head and helps me from my seat. Once I am standing, he gathers my dress to my hips and removes it as well. Leaving me standing before him in my panties and heels.
Grabbing the jute, he unbinds it and slips the end through the loop on my collar, pulling it through until he reaches the midpoint of the rope. “It ended with her dead. And me stuck with the child she was never supposed to have.”
And just like that, I know the order of the photographs upstairs…
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
GRANT
Gathering both strands of the jute, I make a Cat’s Paw Single Column of knots until I have a column to her navel. Releasing the jute, I gently spin her collar until the metal loop is at the nape of her neck. The column of knots falls down her spine.
My hands slide down each of her arms, pulling them behind her and crossing her wrists at the small of her back. Looping the rope around them into prusik cuffs, I secure them in place. Circling her, I gather the remaining rope around her waist, completely restricting her arm movement, and add a final clove hitch to secure it all. Bending down before her, I rid her of both her panties and her heels.
She looks so fucking perfect when she’s bound for me.
“I have two choices with you.” I usher her to the edge of the pool. She stares down at the deep water, her chest heaving and body trembling as I strip from my clothes.
Leading her to the steps at the edge of the pool, I take the first step into the warm water as her feet root in place.
“Sir?” Her voice trembles, and her eyes are filled with fear as I watch her swallow hard. “Grant?”
Gripping the column of knots running down her spine as a handle, I drag her into the water with me. She continues to call out my name and lightly thrashes her legs as I drag her deeper into the water. Not stopping until it is at my shoulders, I continue my thoughts, “Two choices, kitten.”
Spinning her to face me, I spread her thighs and press my rigid cock to her entrance and shove into her to the hilt.
“I can dispose of you now.” I pull the handle running down her spine until her face dips beneath the surface of the water. Her body thrashes—legs squeezing around my waist and her already tight cunt clenching around my cock like a vice. Lifting her face from the water, she gasps for air. “Or I can torture us both. Give in to your need for a happy ending until I’m bored out of my fucking mind and dispose of you then.”
“Sir.” The words bubble from her mouth as I push her back under the water.
I don’t know the right answer, and it’s not going to come to me with her writhing over my cock struggling to breathe.
I can’t do that June & Ward Cleaver bullshit again.
Lifting her face from the water, I slowly thrust my cock into her. Struggling for clarity with the same ferocity that she is currently struggling to catch her breath.
“I don’t want…” She gasps between heaving breaths, “As you are… Just yo—”
Her words cut off as I plunge her beneath the surface, forcing myself to make a decision. Even if it isn’t the right one.
Is there even arightone?
