Wild (Wolf Ranch 2)

Were they his? “It’s hard to picture you in a tie,” I confessed, watching his every move. Even though he wore the same clothes as the night before, he was gorgeous. Rumpled looked damned good on him. I could imagine him in uniform, and that would probably ruin me.

He picked one up and snapped it between two hands, like it was a threat. “Yeah, that’s why they’re in my dresser,” he said. “I think some asshole gave them to me for graduation. Since I enlisted a week later, they’re still sitting here.”

He got busy tying my right ankle to the leg of the bed, then the left. “I’ll have to be sure to send a thank you note. Who knew they’d be put to such… good use?”

Being so exposed—spread wide for him and tied down did crazy things to my body. I trembled visibly, my inner thighs shaking, my belly shuddering in with each breath. Colton dropped a hand on my ankle and stroked slowly up. “You okay, sweetness? Are you scared?”

I shook my head.

“Excited, then.” His gaze was on my pussy where he could see the truth. I was wet. No one had gotten me like this before, my eagerness coating even my thighs.

My heart pounded as I nodded. I couldn’t lie.

“Use your words, sweetness.” He knelt between my legs, set his big palms on my inner thighs and took a long swipe of his tongue between my legs.

I warbled out an answering cry, my hips bucking.

“You could say, Yes, sir. Or even, Yes, Daddy.” He winked up at me from my pussy.

I picked up the pillow by my head and hurled it at him, giggling. “I’m not calling you, Daddy. The last thing I want to do is think of my dad when I’m with you.”

“Sir will do, then.” He grinned back. “Especially when you’re tied up and at my mercy.” He knelt up, looped the fill-in rope around my throat, the crisscross in the back. He tied each of my wrists with an end.

I tested his work. If I moved my arms, it tightened the slack around my neck. A thrill shot through me. Wild. Intense.

“I don’t think this is the knot work the Boys Scouts had in mind,” I replied, my tone sarcastic. The idea, though, that I wasn’t actually tied down but couldn’t do anything with my hands sent a shiver through me. I had to keep my palms against my neck, or I’d tighten the tie myself.

Oh. My. God. I’d never been tied up before, never knew it was even hot. He didn’t need to pin me down to keep me in place.

He grinned. “Maybe I should take a picture and send it to the Scoutmaster.”

Pulling his cell from his back pocket of his cargo pants, I stilled. “You wouldn’t.”

“I think you tied up and at my mercy might give Mr. O’Roarke a heart attack.” He lifted his cell and aimed it at me, then winked. “This one’s just for me to remember how naughty my little girl can be.”

I licked my lips and realized he hadn’t taken the picture. He was waiting for me. I was naked, spread eagle and tied up. At his mercy. He was clothed, but far from unaffected. I couldn’t miss the way his dick tented the front of his pants. He was as into this as I was.

I nodded, then remembered what he said. “Yes, sir.”

Heat flared in his eyes, and he took a picture. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I whimpered, trying to imagine what I looked like to him.

Tossing the cell onto the bed, he said, “I want to hear, I’m sorry I bailed on you this morning, sir.”

I had to wonder if he was ever going to let me up. This was punishment, definitely. I couldn’t touch myself, and he wasn’t touching me. He’d only licked me once, and I was dying. Aching. Clenching with the need to get off.

“Little girl,” he warned. He took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tugged gently, then pinched. I arched my back and moaned, which had him letting go.

“You want to come?”

I nodded, my hair sliding over the bed behind me.

“Do you decide how and when you come?” he all but growled. He tweaked my other nipple, this time with a little more pressure. My hands jerked, and it tugged about my neck.

I was literally one bean-flick away from an orgasm. I didn’t know why I trusted this guy who I hardly knew to do these depraved things to me, but I did. And his bossy, controlling manner just readied me to hurtle over the edge into bliss. I arched, pushing my small breasts toward the ceiling silently begging for him to play with them some more. My legs shook with sexual tension. “I-I’m sorry I bailed on you this morning, sir. But I’m not sorry I didn’t tell you who I was last night because it was a really satisfying hookup.”