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“Wait, do you more than like her?” Wade sounded excited, his voice perking up. The know-it-all had already decided he knew the answer to his question before I had said anything.
“Dude, fuck off,” I grumbled. He wasn’t wrong. I did like Chelsea—potentially more than just liked her. When I thought about her tied to my bed and whimpering my name, my stomach tightened into a small ball.
“No, no, no. IstheGraham Morgan falling inlove?”he taunted.
“Shut up,” I said, chucking a bolt I found on the ground at him. “It’s only been a few weeks. It’s way too soon to say something like that.” Was it? Was I falling in love with Chelsea?
Wade shrugged before he clapped me on the shoulder. “Here’s the thing, man: love doesn’t know how to tell time. Sometimes, it takes years, and sometimes, it takes a couple of minutes. Maybe you shouldn’t fight it.”
Chapter 18
Chelsea
“Ireally liked seeing your remodel today,” I said, pushing my dinner plate away and resting my hands on my stomach.
“I’m really glad you came.” Graham stood up, grabbing both plates and carrying them away to the sink before returning withtwo slices of cheesecake. “Only a couple more weeks, and it’ll be completely finished.”
I thought about the house I’d walked through today. Besides the kitchen floor, it looked mostly done. “What do you have left?”
“Just the tile in the kitchen. Want to come help me with it this weekend?” he asked, setting one of the plates in front of me and handing me a fork. I was almost too full to eat it, but I never turned down cheesecake.
“Really?” I asked, sticking my fork in the slice and cocking my head to the side. Surely, he’d rather have help from someone who actually knew what they were doing.
Graham nodded. “Yeah really. It will be fun.” I shrugged.
“Okay. I’ll do it, but don’t blame me if something is crooked. I take no fault in that.” I giggled, lifting a bite of cake to my lips and licking the fork clean. It was rich and fluffy, and when I moaned, Graham narrowed his eyes. Using the fork, I pointed to the piece of cheesecake. “I thought I was dessert.”
“You are,” Graham said, leaning forward and taking a bite of his own cheesecake. “I justreallylike dessert.”
A shiver ran down my spine, ending between my legs, and I fidgeted, looking for friction. I stood up from my seat. “Well, in that case…”
“Where are you going?” Graham reached out, grabbing hold of my wrist before I passed by him. I looked toward the small hallway with his bedroom door.
I shrugged. “I think I’m done with dessert. I’m ready for a night cap.” I winked, gasping when he quickly stood up from his chair. The eager look in his eyes told me he was done with dessert too.
Then, he grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his fist and tugged, forcing my head back until I was looking up at him. He stood behind me, looking over my shoulder, and he grinned.The kisses he placed on my nose and then my lips were gentle compared to the firm hold he had on my hair. Graham smirked, and the butterflies in my stomach raced toward my throat.
“I’ve been waiting to get you in my bed all day, butterfly.” He hovered over my ear when he spoke, and his voice was low, almost a growl. I shivered, leaning back against him. “Why don’t you take that dress off and crawl there?”
A few weeks ago, I’d never imagine hearing those words and getting turned on, but my pulse throbbed in my clit as I reached for the zipper on my dress. The cold air left small goosebumps on my newly exposed back, and when I dropped it to the ground, I hesitated. Should I take off my bra and panties too?
Without doing so, I met Graham’s eyes and sank to my knees on the wood floors. The wood was cold under my hands, and it was uncomfortably hard under my knees when I started to crawl, but I didn’t care. I was more focused on the pulsating need growing more intense between my legs with the friction of each movement.
When I made it to the foot of his bed, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, fluttering my lashes. “Now what?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he would want me to do next. I was prepared to stand up and climb onto the bed before he’d even closed the dresser drawer, holding up the velvet cuffs I had already gotten to know.
“On the bed. On your back.” Graham was short and stern when he said it, making his way to the headboard and holding his hand out expectantly. I gave him my wrist, grinning when he wrapped the cuff around it and fastened it to the bed. “Look at you smiling. You love this, don’t you? You love being bound and used as I see fit.”
I nodded. “You’re right.” His lips twitched, and a small smirk tugged at his cheek.
Once he had me bound to the bed, he pulled the lace blindfold from the nightstand and my heart started to race excitedly. I fidgeted, both aroused and nervous with anticipation. I lifted my head so he could tie the blindfold.
The room disappeared with the last firm tug, but I could hear him leaving. I shivered thinking about the ice he was likely going to come back with, and eager warmth settled between my legs. Taking deep breaths, I relaxed against the mattress and waited. His steps sounded louder when he came back into the room, and I grinned when I heard the rattle of ice against the bowl.
“You’re being so patient, like such a good plaything.” The words went straight to my pussy. “Do you want to try something new tonight?”
My skin buzzed with excitement, and I nodded. “Like what?” I felt bare, even still covered by my bra and panties.
“Let’s see what else you can take.” The bed dipped when he knelt next to me, and I felt cold metal against my skin. I held my breath, trying to figure out what it was. It was thin, but when it dug into my skin, it wasn’t sharp. He slipped the item between my hip and my panties, and when he pulled, I heard the slice of the cotton. Did he just cut my panties?
