Page 123 of Fall For Me
Fisting the front of my helmet, he hauls me closer. “I’m going to torture the fuck out of you until you’re screaming for me to fuck you, and I don’t know who’s going to enjoy it more . . . me or you.” He slams my visor closed.
The smug grin on his face when he turns to walk away causes excitement to buzz beneath my skin. His truck pulls out of the parking lot, and it becomes a race to see who gets home first. He takes the left turn right before the light turns red, leaving me in his dust.
Son of a bitch. He’s gonna beat me.
Every stoplight feels longer than it should, and every mile drags on forever. When I finally walk through the front door, he’s already standing in the foyer, shirtless and waiting for me, his long black hair falling around his face.
“Encuérate.”
(Strip)
His tanned, ripped muscles flex with each movement as he drags his belt out of the loops, and my jaw goes slack.
He chuckles. “Something wrong?”
Shaking my head, I finally find my voice and choke out, “I don't understand what you just said.”
“Take your fucking clothes off, Rebel,” he growls.
Heat rushes through me. I kick off my shoes and shed my jacket at the same time, tossing it off to the side, then begin ripping off my pants. He places a hand on my arm, stopping me before I can even get them over my hips.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsks, rounding my body. The bulge in his pants presses against my ass, and my breath catches as he leans in and speaks low into my ear. “Nice and slow, mi amor. There’s no rush here . . . except for the one I’m gonna give you.”
Swallowing hard, I sway my hips in slow motion, shifting my jeans down until they drop to my feet. I kick them away, then do the same with my panties.
“That’s my good girl.”
He jerks his chin up and makes a motion with his pointer finger for me to remove my shirt. It lands next to the door.
With my clothes scattered on the floor, Sean’s gaze roams over my body, and my stomach flips.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Looping the belt around my neck, his eyes hold mine hostage. He smirks as he threads the leather through the metal buckle, then yanks the end of the belt like a leash, pulling me to him. I collide into his chest with a gasp.
“I could give you what you want right now, but where’s the fun in that?” he taunts, running a fingertip along the side of my face. “No. I’m going to take my time. Enjoy every second of driving you out of your goddamn mind. When I’m done, you’ll be completely wrecked. The only thing you’ll be capable of doing is whimpering my name. Now, come.”
He pulls the belt, leading me to our room, and I follow behind himlike his obedient whore. I catch a glimpse of the chains lying on the bed and a ball of nerves flutters in my stomach.
“W-what’s that?” I manage to ask.
“What?” He picks up the hockey stick lying on the bed. “This?”
A long chain is secured to each end, and dangling from the chain, on either side of the stick, are leather cuffs clipped to the links. “This is what I like to call a spreader bar. You know . . . in case you try to squirm.”
Wait. He made that?
Sean undoes the belt around my neck, and it falls to the floor. “Lay down.”
I do as he says with my legs bent at the knee. He climbs onto the bed and kneels at my feet, peeling my legs apart.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy.”
My breaths come in short puffs, and my chest rises and falls in rapid succession as the leather cuffs graze my skin and tighten around each ankle. Heat radiates off his body as he hovers over me. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he picks up the chain laying by my head and takes each of my wrists, binding them in another set of leather cuffs before linking the chain they’re attached to onto a hook screwed into the top of our headboard.
A silk black mask slides over my eyes, and everything goes dark.
“It’s really frustrating when you can’t see what’s coming,” he says, pressing something to my lips.
