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I’m stunned by his words. I thought he’d deny it and ask me what the fuck I’m talking about. I didn’t expect that. “So why are we fighting it?”
“I thought we were getting to know one another. What’s the rush?”
I shake my head, pressing my lips to his. “There’s no rush. I just want all of you. Sue me if I’m impatient.”
He stares at me, a look crossing his face that I can’t decipher. He’s been acting weird all afternoon and I don’t know why. Something’s changed.
“Alistair? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He looks away.
“I want to go to bed now.”
“So soon?”
“I need you.”
I press my lips to his but he doesn’t kiss me back. Eventually, I work my tongue across his lips and he opens up.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he says.
I reach between his legs. “So bad.”
He hisses when I grasp his dick, pointing up in the water. “Does my dirty little whore need Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Take me to bed. Please, Mr. Devereaux.”
Finally, he kisses me back and he’s not gentle about it.
He lifts me out of the water and wraps me in a towel. He quickly dries himself and brings a dry towel with him… uh, oh. I wonder what he needs that for?
I crawl onto the bed and he goes to the drawer and pulls out some silk ribbons. I watch as he stalks toward me, his brow creased as he crosses the room.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed and kiss every inch of your body,” he says. I’m so stunned I can’t speak; I thought I was in trouble, until he adds, “And I’m not going to let you come until you’re begging me in your sweetest little voice. Understand?”
“What happens if I come?”
He arches a brow. “You’ll be on the receiving end of this.” He waves a paddle at me from behind his back.
My eyes widen. “Holy shit.”
“Does that horrify you, or turn you on?”
“Will it hurt?”
“I would never hurt you or do anything you couldn’t handle.”
“Then yes, it turns me on.”
He smirks. “Spread your legs.”
I drop my towel and do as he says. All my inhibitions went out the window when I met him, and they’re not coming back anytime soon.
He ties my wrists together and then secures them to the bed frame, then he ties my ankles to the posts either side so they’re spread as wide as they can go.
“How come you don’t use ropes?” I enquire.
He cocks a brow as I look over my shoulder. “Do you want me to use ropes?”
