Page 97 of Their Cruel Play
His hands capture mine and hold them against the bed next to my head. My heart races at the suddenness of the move.
“Naughty kittens get punished.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Or bound to my bed and not allowed to orgasm.”
“Do I get to decide which?” Because I haven’t found a punishment I didn’t like.
He chuckles darkly before his lips claim mine. His hands press mine into the bed.
“Can I play with you, kitten?” Eli murmurs against my lips. His tone is filled with want and desire.
A thrill shoots through me. “Yes, Eli.”
Releasing me, he stands and walks over to the door. He shuts it quietly and flicks the lock. Anticipation wells inside me like we’re doing something forbidden. The others are right there on the other side.
Eli walks to his nightstand and opens the drawer. Sitting up, I try to see around him, but he just smiles as he blocks my view. He sets some rope on the bed next to me and closes the drawer.
I wet my lips and wait.
When his gaze drops to my collar, he smiles. “Hold out your wrists, kitten.”
I hold them out palm up, but he turns them so my palms face each other. He unwinds the rope and wraps it around each of my wrists, binding them together, but leaving space between them.
His movements are smooth and practiced. I want to ask him if this is what he does with Ashley, but I don’t honestly want to know.
“When I finish, you won’t be able to move your arms.” He continues to wrap them. “I’ll do whatever I want with your hot little body.”
I swallow and nod. The idea of giving up control to him makes my pussy throb. I’m all in at this point.
“Your safe word?”
My arms look like I have two rope sleeves on. It’s tight but not uncomfortable.
“Harper?”
I meet his eyes. “My safe word is arrow. What are you going to do to me, Eli?”
“Whatever I want.” He smiles and tips my chin up. He threads the rope through the ring on my collar and brings the rope back to my arms.
When he pulls, my hands go to my chest, and I can’t move them down. My heart pounds beneath my hands. I have no idea what he intends to do with me.
“Are you comfortable, kitten? Is anything too tight?”
“No.” I wet my suddenly dry lips.
“Sir.” He tips my chin up so our eyes lock. “No, sir.”
“No, sir.”
That little glimmer in his eyes makes me want to call himsirmore.
“If you are uncomfortable or need a break to use the facilities, say yellow. If you can’t remember your safe word, you can say red to stop. Just like a traffic light. Got it, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
His smile spreads. “If you can’t speak, hum something.”
I try to think of something to hum. “LikeI’m a Little Teapot.”
“Yes. Stand up.”
