And in that second, I know without a doubt I am going to tie her to my bed.
Chapter Seven
LAUREN
“I’m going to take a shower,” he says, and I watch him walk toward the closet.
“I’ll be gone before you even get the hot water going,” I reply.
I’m goading him.
Why?
Because it turns me on.
“No, you won’t be.”
He has his back to me.
“What makes you so sure I won’t be out that door the second you leave the room?”
He turns around and he’s holding a red silk tie.
I watch as he snaps it between his big hands and walks slowly toward the bed. He’s going to tie me up, and my body damn near combusts with want. Lust sparkles along my skin and I shiver with need. I watch as he wraps the tie around his big hands, and my heart pounds so hard I can barely breathe.
I look up at him, “Just so you know, there’s not a knot on this Earth that will keep me here. I’ll get free. And I will run.”
I don’t know why I say it. Probably because I want him to tie me up so much, I’m willing to say anything to make sure he does.
His expression shimmers with lust. His eyes darken with heat. While my pulse thumps wildly with anticipation.
“I look forward to watching you try.”
The air around us tightens as he leans down. His broad chest brushes against me as he reaches for my hand, and in a complete act of betrayal, my pussy begins to throb at the closeness. I don’t even resist as he drags my hand up to the headboard and wraps the silk tie around my wrist, binding it to the wooden logs. His heat engulfs me as he drags my other hand over and secures it too.
My thighs part as our eyes meet. He pauses, the bulk of him covering me like a blanket, making my body sizzle in all the right places. My nipples harden. My mouth opens. I’m so fucking aroused it is ridiculous. My eyes drop to the front of his jeans where I can see the outline of his hard cock and I lick my lips, because dear God, I want a taste.
I try to hide it. Try to show him that I’m unaffected. But he can see it. His eyes are filled with the same dark heat as they roll over me.
God, I want him to touch me so much, my arousal is slick between my thighs. I’m not wearing any panties because they’re in the dryer along with the rest of my clothes.
And now I desperately want to feel him, right where my panties should be.
Chapter Eight
AXEL
After tying her to the bed, I escape to the bathroom before I do something stupid.
Like fuck her into next week.
I leave her tied to my bed.
And now I’m hard as fuck. I have been ever since I watched her touch herself back at the lodge. The way she’d made herself come. The moaning. The gasping. The way her fingers rubbed over her pussy.
Tying her to the bed was the cherry on top of an already delicious, but dysfunctional, fantasy.
Before I realize it, I’m sitting on the side of the tub with my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it, remembering how good she looked in the moonlight.
How her skin glowed as smooth as marble.
How she whimpered as she made herself come.
I groan at the memory and squeeze my eyes shut as a surge of pleasure flares along the thick shaft in my hand.
I open my eyes and it takes me a moment to focus. Across the tile lay a pair of pink satin panties. Lauren must’ve dropped them when she gathered the rest of her clothes and put them in the dryer.
Before I can stop myself, I pick them up and press them to my face.
Now before you get all judgy on me and start calling me names like fucking pervert or a panty sniffer, let me tell you this. I’m a guy. And I like women. A lot. But I haven’t touched a woman or her underwear in a fucking long time. So the fact that I’ve watched the woman of my dreams touch herself and make herself come, then lie half-naked on my bed with her thighs parted and wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, you can bet your ass I’m going to get excited when I find her sexy underwear discarded on my bathroom floor.
Excited enough to press the silky panties to my cheek.
The delicate fabric is smooth against my skin, and the heady scent of her sends a violent shiver through me. My cock dips and lifts. Pre-cum glistens on the broad head and slides down the thick shaft. I wrap the panties around the base and start pumping.
Fuck yeah.
Fisting my cock, I lose myself in the silken touch of her panties against my skin. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything but my hand, and dear God, it’s making me see stars.
I picture Lauren bent over my bed, her peachy ass high in the air, juicy and plump, and ready for the taking.
You like that, baby?
“Yeah, you like it like that, you bad girl,” I moan. In my head I’m behind her, sliding my cock through that moist pouch of flesh, so smooth and wet, and oh so tight. She trembles and moans, her slender fingers scrunching into the mattress.
“Please . . .” she begs, her pussy hungry and wet for my cock.
Oh God, yeah.
My cock is a pounding heartbeat in my hand as more pre-cum slides down my shaft.
I picture myself easing into her, savoring the feel of her warm, sweet pussy stretching and enveloping me. She whimpers when I enter her and it almost sends me over the edge. I grip the base of my cock and squeeze.
“Fuck yeah, your little pussy is so fine.”
This isn’t going to take long.
I close my eyes and sink back into my fantasy where I’m fucking her and she is begging me for more. Her pussy is tight and it milks me with clenched muscles and warmth, and it’s all I can do to not cry out at the pleasure tightening at the base of my cock.
I keep stroking with my hand until I can’t take it anymore and my orgasm crashes through me. My release is like a caged lion roaring free and I cry out, my moans echoing around the small bathroom, but I give zero fucks as the pleasure pulses out of me in ribbons of white cum, splashing against my thumb and fingers.
Fuck.
Yeah.
As I come down, I’m panting and my heart is pounding in my throat.
I look at the pink panties in my hand. They’re well and truly fucked.
Feeling a little guilty, I take them to the sink and rinse them off under the faucet, as well as my hand, then stare at my reflection in the mirror.
An image of Lauren tied to my bed runs through my mind and I grip the sides of the sink as I let out a heavy breath.
How the fuck am I going to keep my hands off her?
Jacking off in the bathroom is only a Band-Aid approach. A desperate attempt to quell an unrelenting ache in my body.
I need to take a shower to think this through.
Best I make it a cold one.
Chapter Nine
LAUREN
“I see you decided not to escape,” he says, his husky voice dripping with smugness.
I glare at Axel as he walks back into the room. I’m just about to give him some kind of sassy retort, but the words jam in my throat and I’m momentarily speechless.
Dear God, he’s magnificent. He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, and in the dim glow of the cabin, his broad chest gleams like perfectly cut stone. He is all muscle. Wide and thick, with arms as big as my thighs. His hair is wet from the shower and hangs in damp tendrils around his handsome face.