Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
It’s been two days since I slept with Amos. He hasn’t touched me since, but I can see the hunger and heat in his gaze when he looks at me. He wants me even if he’s still giving my body time to heal.
His concern is nice but I’m ready to be under him again. Or maybe on top this time. The idea has all sorts of filthy fantasies going through my head. “So, where did you learn to tie knots like that?”
I want him thinking about that night. I want him remembering how good we felt together. I want his control to snap, dammit.
He starts pounding the next batch of dough out. I can’t sell anything until a town official inspects the kitchen and says it passes code. But that won’t be until after the snowstorm clears and business as usual resumes in Mount Bliss.
In the meantime, Amos and I are doing a couple of practice rounds, getting used to my new equipment and the kitchen.
“Saw a video about how to tie up your partner a couple of years back.” I watch his biceps straining and study the intricate tattoos on his arms. There are so many, and I have questions. “It kind of became an obsession after that, learning the different types of knots.”
“Think you could teach me?” I ask, working to keep my voice innocent.
9
AMOS
“How about now? Try it,” Lyla instructs.
I tug the ropes around my wrists and ankles which tighten against my skin. Not painful but not enough to be aware of them. My hunting knife is nearby so I can be freed easily if needed.
She’s been after me for the past two days to teach her about knots. I finally caved tonight because well, there’s not much I won’t do for this woman.
“You got it this time,” I say. It took about an hour, but my girl knows how to do a Somerville Bowline now, which makes her even hotter in my eyes. Just gotta get free and show her that. “Now untie me.”
She circles around the chair in the center of the living room to stand in front of me. She shakes her head, mischief sparking in her gaze. “I don’t think so.”
I level her with a heated glance. “Undo the rope and I’ll make us both very happy.”
“You got to have your fun restraining me.” She holds up her fingers. “Three times this week. I think it’s fair to say it’s my turn.”
She’s so damn sexy when she’s trying to take control. I can play along for a few minutes. “Then do your worst, honey.”
She leans close to me, giving me a view straight down her cardigan so I can gaze at those luscious tits of hers. My mouth waters remembering the way I sucked on them last night, spent hours worshipping those pretty nipples.
“Do you think you can take it?” Her breath is hot against my ear and my cock is instantly at attention. Hell, he’s permanently at full mast around her.
“And give it right back,” I challenge, completely serious. She’ll have to let me loose at some point and I’ll take my sweet revenge then.
She gives me a smirk as she steps away from me. She crosses the room and flicks the lights off, moving to light candles that cast a soft glow over the whole room.
Her little black skirt flutters as she sways those thick hips of hers with every movement. The sight reminds me of last night and how it felt to hold her down and fuck her until sweat was pouring off of both of us. The dirty things she screamed will always be one of my favorite memories.
Slowly, she unbuttons her white cardigan, revealing a lacy purple camisole. The thing is see-through and my girl’s not wearing a bra, her perfect tits are pointing at me like they know their master. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Tonight’s theme will be look but don’t touch,” she says with a wicked smile.
“I don’t have to touch you to control your body,” I remind her. She might be getting off on this, thinking she’s in charge. But we both know who’s really in control here and that’s me. “Now take off that top. I want to see those pretty tits.”
She pauses. “I rehearsed this. That’s not supposed to happen yet.”
I want to know when the hell she rehearsed this and how I could have possibly missed it. “Remove it now,” my voice is a low warning growl.
She squeezes her thighs together and reaches for the hem of her little camisole, pulling it slowly from her body. No matter how many times I see them, her breasts always take my breath away. They’re the most perfect things I’ve ever seen in my life and they belong to me. Just me.
“That’s good. Now, honey, I want you to touch them. Touch them like I was the one doing it.”