“You suck at this.”
Grab the knife. It’s right there.
I didn’t know why she was complaining about. Most of the knots were taken out in the bath with conditioner.
Grab the knife. It’s right there.
“If I wasn’t tied up—” She tugged on her arm, rattling the chain around her wrist. “I could do it myself.”
“We could always get back in the bath?”
Or, you could cut her throat.
I wouldn’t mind a bath, either. Usually, I was a shower guy, but the way she felt, wet, naked, and pressed up against me…I liked it.
Damnit.
“No thanks,” Marnie huffed. “I’ve exceeded my drowning quota for the day.”
Okay, that was fun and entirely her fault. One would think she’d have learned not to talk back after the first time. However, I enjoyed how her eyes widened as she fought for air. And oh, did she fight.
My cock stirred as I glanced down at the fresh scratches on my forearms.
“Sick bastard,” she muttered.
I smacked the brush off the top of her head. “Stay still.”
“Oww,” Marnie cried out, dropping her head away.
Instead of responding, I sucked in a deep breath and yanked her head back. How hard was it to follow a straightforward direction? I liked her argumentative side, but this was getting ridiculous. There were worse things I could be doing to her. If Marnie had any idea what was going through my head right now…
The things I wanted to do to her in this chair would make the devil blush. It wouldn’t be hard to spin her around and slam into her. I wouldn’t even have to remove the towel from around my waist.
Marnie could say she didn’t want it, but I saw her looking at my reflection. Right now, her aqua eyes were rolling over my chest. For anyone else, this would be considered a tender moment, a man caring for his woman. Bathing her, then drying her off and brushing her hair. I even took the time to put lotion on her soft skin.
This wasn’t a romantic gesture or loving action. It was a continuation of the twisted game we’d been playing for two years. Neither of us said anything about it, but we knew the rules. Stay hidden in the shadows and watch. There was something satisfying about knowing that Marnie’s eyes were on me.
“Keep looking at me like that, Little Bird, and I might find other uses for this brush.”
It was also extremely satisfying to fuck with her.
Her big eyes widened. “You wouldn’t?”
Oh, I would.
I wanted to work the handle in her ass while I plowed into her pussy, but not as much as I wanted to be the one to take that hole for the first time. All of her virginities were mine to pluck away. I’d bathe myself in her innocence while pulling the demon out and making her embrace who she really was. There were worse things than death. Marnie would learn that.
Then we’d have some fun.
Unfortunately, some things needed to be coaxed. That was why butt plugs were invented, and I just so happened to have some in the drawer next to her left knee.
But before that happened, we had obligations that I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with.
May as well get it over with.
Sighing, I set the brush on the dresser next to us and opened the top drawer, where I had her phone stashed.
“Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, Little Bird. You’re going to do something, and you need to have a clear head when you do it.”
