One Dirty Night - Page 123

“Oh God.”

“On second thought.” He pushed away and padded from the living room before returning with another tie. “Open.”

My lips parted for him to wedge the silky material between my teeth.

“Bite down.”

I obeyed, shivering as he tied the gag around the back of my head.

“That’s better. I want you screaming but not so loudly the neighbours think I’m murdering you. Then again…” Running his hand from my nape, down my spine, and along my ass crack, he growled, “I have thought about strangling you.”

I stiffened.

“Oh, not like that, sweetheart,” he purred. “Not because I’m a bastard who would ever take it that far but because I really, really need you to be as destroyed as me. I want you to know what it feels like to gasp for air whenever I see you making coffee in the morning. Or the way I struggle to speak whenever you smile at me in the lab. You’ve strangled me a thousand times since I met you, Ella. It’s only fair I return the favour.”

My entire core clenched on nothingness.

Needing to be filled.

Desperately.

“Nick…” A garbled mess thanks to the gag.

“Master to you,” he snapped. A sharp spank landed on my ass cheek.

“Ah.” I slammed into the wall, trying to get away.

“Think you can go somewhere? Let’s erase that silly idea right now, shall we?” Dropping to his haunches behind me, he ran his hands down the back of my thighs, his thumbs massaging me, smearing my arousal, coating me in shivers and heat. “You really are delicious, Ella. When I saw you bare for the first time, wedged between Hunter’s legs, ready for me to whip you, I almost came in my jeans.”

His hands landed around my left ankle, shoving it away from my right. “Open your legs so I can see every dripping inch.”

My heart raced fast enough to incinerate itself.

Holding onto the wall, I obeyed with a wanton moan.

“You should see the view I have.” His voice was pure devil. “Every fold, every swollen part of you. You look as if you’re covered in sweet thick honey. Nectar just for me, soaking from your pussy.”

“Freaking hell, Nick.” I tried to speak around the gag, but once again, I sounded like a moaning illiterate.

If he kept being this filthy, I’d be humping the wall before he even started.

Not speaking again, he wrapped one of the ties around my ankle, then knotted it to the leg of the entertainment unit.

Looking down, I tested the hold with a quick tug.

“Not too tight?” He looked up from where he bowed at my feet. “Not too loose that you can run away from your punishment?”

I shook my head.

“Good.”

Shifting to my right, he yanked my legs even farther apart, leaving them splayed wider than hip distance. Not uncomfortable but definitely vulnerable. The cool air of the living room licked around my throbbing centre, making me highly aware of how exposed and defenceless I was.

Tying my right ankle to the heavy side table, Nick slowly ran his fingertips from my ankle, up my leg, over my hip, and to my breast.

Hefting the weight of it in his palm, he thumbed my nipple, making me groan.

“You can’t run, and you can’t hide.” Letting my breast go, he captured my right wrist and imprisoned it with the third tie, looping the golden satin through a hook screwed into the drywall that I’d never seen before.