what I have in store for you.” He straightened and glared down at her. “Stay still.”
Nolie forced herself to stop moving and braced for whatever might happen next. Joseph retrieved the handcuffs and fastened a cuff around one of Nolie’s wrists, then closed the other end around the chair leg. “Your other hand can stay free,” he said. “I might want you to use it. Spread your legs.”
Nolie obeyed, resting each ankle against a chair leg. With the silk scarf he’d used to blindfold her, Joseph tied one of Nolie’s ankles to the chair. He used her pants to secure the other ankle. When he tightened the knot on the pants something ripped, and Nolie stifled a protest. Her favorite work slacks were ruined now.
His forcefulness and the depth of his acting kept Nolie from saying anything, but the ripping sound momentarily pulled her out of the game. When this is over, he’d better buy me a new pair of slacks. And fix the glass door at home.
Joseph stepped back and stared at her with heat and lust in his gaze. The expression was more than enough to plunge Nolie back into her role. She shivered and bit her lip against a wave of desire so strong she almost cried out. This was what she’d fantasized about. Secured to the chair, she was completely open and vulnerable to Joseph. He could do anything he wanted to her, touch any part of her he wished, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.
She hoped he would start soon.
Instead, he folded his arms and smiled. Not Joseph’s usual warm, loving smile. This expression held triumph and hunger, and just a touch of cruelty, and the intensity of it shook Nolie to her core.
Whatever he did next, it would be even hotter than her fantasy. She wasn’t sure she was ready for it, but she didn’t want to wait any longer than she had to.
“So sexy, sitting there with your gorgeous tits and your pussy open wide for me.” Joseph licked his lips. “I bet you love this, don’t you? You’re a dirty little slut, and you just love having a nasty stranger seeing your entire body. You’re wet as hell, I bet.”
His words sent another shudder through Nolie. Hearing him speak to her so harshly didn’t bother her in the least. She was a slut for Joseph—for no one else but him—and she would do anything Joseph wished. She would let herself lose control and enjoy every second of touching and being touched, every second of him fucking her.
Assuming he ever did something to her besides staring and the fondling he’d done. This was her wildest dream, and he was torturing the hell out of her.
The way he’d tweaked her nipples had made her wet, but she couldn’t say so. She wanted more, but if she begged, she would give him reason to follow through with his threat of exposing her against the window. The thought of strangers seeing her naked and vulnerable hit the same buttons as her kidnap fantasy, but it would be far too much risk.
She needed something, though. If she didn’t soon have some relief from her cravings for him, she might scream.
Then again, as turned on as she was, she might scream if he did put his hands on her. And that wouldn’t be good. Her “kidnapper” didn’t want her to make a sound.
He folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “Are you wet, you slutty bitch? Are you scared of me like you should be, or are you excited as fuck to have someone take control of you? Be honest now. If you lie I’ll punish you, and you won’t like that a bit.” He paused and ran his tongue over his lips again. “Or maybe you would. Are you into pain? You like being a bad little slut so you can be punished?”
Too many questions. Through her whirling thoughts and the haze of desire surrounding her, Nolie wasn’t sure how to reply or even which question to answer first. She gave Joseph a look she hoped would telegraph her confusion without pissing him off.
He rolled his eyes. “Now you stop talking? I told you to answer me, bitch. Are you scared, or are you
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