Bought (His For A Week)

“I don’t know that I would do that if I were you,” he continued, “especially when you’re tied up and completely at my mercy. Now you’re just inviting me to be an asshole.”

His gaze took in everything from the nipples that had hardened as quickly as his cock had, to that sexy indent traversing the center of her midsection, to the gorgeous patch of hair at the base of her pelvis.

Damn. He might be the one in trouble. He grasped a breast, sinking his fingers into the flesh, remarkably soft and pliant given how firm her baps looked. There was so much he could to this orb. So much wickedness. Her dark-chocolate areolas were so fucking hot. He brushed his thumb over the erect nipple. He pinched and pulled it hard enough to make her cry out.

“Expect an asshole, get an asshole,” he warned.

“You’re not always one,” she said quickly. “Sometimes you’re—you’re a nice guy.”

If he were a nice guy, he’d say things to reassure her, let her know he’d take good care of her. But he didn’t feel like being nice right now. Partly because he wanted to fuck her till she couldn’t see straight.

He cupped her throat, just below the chin. “You really believe that?”

She stretched her neck as if trying to get away from his grip, but his large hand easily encircled her. He could feel her pulse throbbing beneath his thumb.

“You were nice to me yesterday—really nice,” she affirmed. “And today. You didn’t have to take me shopping.”

He didn’t. But there were things he had wanted to get in town, like the rope. Except for the condoms that were always in his suitcase, he hadn’t brought any of his usual playthings with him to the cabin because he hadn’t expected to be with anyone. But he could have let her make do with the sweats he had lent her yesterday or have her go naked 24/7 like the other women.

But he had wanted to put her at ease. Which he shouldn’t have had to do. She was supposed to be a sure thing. She had sold herself as a fucktoy, after all, and he fully expected to be satisfied with his purchase.