I set my purse on the counter and stripped down as I made my way into our room. “It was nice, same ol’ thing. Kari and Martha are still ragging on me for us not being engaged yet.”
I curled up in James’ arms as he pulled me in close, laughing softly. “Well, they’re going to be holding their breath for a long time. You’ve made it pretty clear what would happen if I ever asked.”
“Thank you for respecting my wishes.” I kissed him on the cheek.
His soft lips brushed against mine. “Of course, my love.”
Chapter 2
Brayden
Weeks Later
Iglancedover at the digital clock on my nightstand: only half past eleven at night. It felt like I had been lying in bed for an eternity and it had only been thirty minutes. I turned on my TV to some disturbing late-night food infomercial about a sandwich that came in a self-heating can.How does something like even this exist?Who thought to themselves one day that acandwichwas a good idea? Then again, I had thought that about Hot Pockets, and those bitches were making millions on their pastry lava-filled meals of death. My phone chimed with a text, breaking my disgusted stare as I watched, in grossed-out awe, a premade peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich being eaten out of a tin can.
Rosa: What are you doing?
Damn, perfect timing. Rosa was one of my most frequent flyers from the little black book section of my contacts. Meaningless sex was all we were to each other, and it worked out perfectly.
Me: In bed, trying to count sheep but nothing is working.
Rosa: Want some company?
Me: I wouldn’t mind getting a little tired out before calling it a night.
Rosa: Be there soon.
Me: The front door will be unlocked. Just come on in when you get here.
That’s all it took and I was about to get my dick sucked into oblivion. It was going to be glorious.
I went downstairs, unlocking the front door for Rosa. Then, I dove into the shower to do a little manscaping before my guest arrived. I usually didn’t worry too much about getting ready for a chick to come over since I was pretty diligent when it came to keeping up appearances down there, but with spending most of my time at the hospital or the rink lately, I had been slacking on every front. My beard game was strong, but it was just because I didn’t have the time to trim it or even shave.
As I was toweling off, I heard Rosa’s thick Russian accent call through the door. “Hey sexy, need some help in there?”
I responded quickly. “Be out in one second, babe.”
Walking into my room, I had one of the best views in the world. Rosa was gorgeous, tall, and thin with long black hair, and she was wearing knee-high fishnets, a white lace corset, and a matching thong.Fucking glorious.Exactly what I needed to take my mind off how shitty things had been recently.
“Nice beard, handsome.” She smiled.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I shamelessly let my eyes rake over her body. “You like it?”
She nodded. “It’s a good look on you. Now play with me.” Excitement spread on her face as she bit her bottom lip, and my eyes snapped to my bedside table where her ropes and leather flog were laid out on the nightstand, just waiting for me to play with.
“You read my mind,” I growled, letting my towel fall to the floor. “On your knees, pet.”
Rosa crawled off the bed, and the way her back arched as she did so was incredible. I watched as she slowly crawled to me, never breaking eye contact, and a chill rushed up my spine as I grabbed the white ropes, grasping them firmly in my hand.
My mind tripped through all the ways we could do this, all the knots and all the beautiful bindings Rosa would let me do. She sat in front of me on her heels.
“Why are you not naked? When I am naked, you better be,” I barked at her. She undressed without a word, piling her clothes by the foot of my bed. Once she returned to her position, I took her wrists.
My four-poster king-sized bed was going to be put to fantastic work tonight. I tied Rosa’s wrists together then, grabbing the excess rope, led her over to my bed as she walked on her knees, arms outstretched in front of her. I picked Rosa up into my arms, setting her on my bed exactly how I wanted her: on her knees, facing the headboard. When I placed my hand on the small of her back, she arched and stuck her perfect ass farther out—sheer perfection. I tied her wrists to the right bedpost, giving her enough slack to be a couple feet away from the wall and leaving enough room for me to play with her properly.
“You’re mine tonight. Say it,” I commanded.
“I am yours, sir. Only yours, Brayden.” Her voice trembled with seduction, and the lust that drenched her words made my dick twitch.