“Wait here.”
I answered him with a purr. I wasn’t going anywhere with a bed this sweet. He disappeared from my view and returned with some wicked things in his hands. Two pairs of handcuffs were among them. He grabbed my arm and cuffed one wrist to the headboard.
“Wait!” I was alarmed. “Don’t you think we should discuss the safeword first before you do this to me?”
He cocked an eyebrow up. “The safeword is my name.”
“But…I don’t know your name.”
“Do you want to know?”
I clammed shut. He must have thought I was being ridiculous that I was willing to be fucked at his whim and yet, I refused to know him personally. I’d planned for tonight to stay as a nameless fuck, my own way of a personal detachment. If I knew his name, I’d be thinking about him all the time. There was something about this man that drove me wild.
He grinned. A row of white pearly teeth looked dazzling against his luscious tanned skin. His eyes glittered. “We’ll see how long you last without the safeword, kitten.” He grabbed my free wrist and handcuffed me to the other post. “What’s your name by the way?”
“I’m afraid that information is highly classified.”
“I can check on your ID implant and snoop everything I want to know about you. Not like you’re going anywhere, anyway.”
“Why don’t you?”
“‘Cause I want to hear it from your own mouth.”
I writhed, my handcuffs clanking against the headboard. “Violet. My name is Violet Cross.”
“Violet Cross. I love it. Such a pretty name.” He took off his watch and placed it by the nightstand. He disrobed, unbuttoning his black shirt. “Tell me, who’s this loser you’re trying to forget tonight?”
I gulped. Was I that easy to read? “What are you talking about?”
“You’re a classic example of rebound. You’re a pathetic drinker, got lost in a bar, and didn’t mind picking up a random guy as long as you got laid tonight. So, who is he? Or perhaps, she?”
“That’s not your business.”
“I want to make sure that I’m not going to fuck an attached woman. I don’t like taking somebody else’s lover, even though you’re so damn pretty.”
“I’m free. Don’t worry about it.”
He purred, considering. His gaze feasted on my sprawled, naked body. He burned me again, caressing me with a pair of invisible hands. My nipples hardened and the thrums in my pussy intensified.
“Good enough for me.” He kicked off his boots and shoved down his jeans. He was a commando type of guy. His cock sprang from his dark thatch.
Just like I had suspected, he had a magnificent cock—a cock truly primed to blow. He was huge even though he wasn’t fully erect yet. I thought about taking a nibble at that mouth-watering cock at some point later.
“What do you think?” he asked me.
I unconsciously swallowed my saliva. “Sweet.”
He laughed. He grabbed one of his toys and climbed on the bed. My eyes widened when I got a good look at what was in his hand. It was an anal plug.
“Whoa…I don’t know about that. It won’t fit.”
Curiosity flashed across his face. “Don’t tell me you’re an anal virgin.”
“No. Yes. Well sort of.”
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
“Not with a cock if that’s what you mean.”