Stolen (A Bad Boy Romance #2)

“Depends on what you have planned for us,” I answered, a mischievous little smile spreading across my face.

“Oh, I can think of a few things.” His eyes lit up, and he slid his fingers out of me and stood, wrapping my legs around his waist and walking. I could feel his cock hitting my ass, the hard expanse of it making me drip with anticipation.

f*ck
.

He was taking me back to the bedroom and was going to f*ck
me the way I wanted. The way I’d been craving since last night. I just knew it.

So when he kissed me, I let him know just how much I wanted him. I pressed my breasts against him, nipples hard, and I ground myself against his belly as best I could.

f*ck
, he was driving me absolutely crazy.

“Where are we going?” I asked. We’d passed the bedroom door and were continuing down the hall. I hadn’t thought to check each and every room of his penthouse, but the slight prickle of fear lifted all the hairs on the back of my neck.

“You asked me what I had in mind. Well, now I have some things in mind,” he said with a grin. “You swear there is no monster in me, but I’m pretty sure you’re wrong.”

He swung open the door at the far end of the hall after he unlocked it, and my eyes feasted on a room that I thought only existed in dirty books and movies.

It wasn’t a dungeon, and it wasn’t devoid of a bed, but it was clearly a sex room.

Even the bed was built on an elaborate pattern specifically for ropes and tying. I could tell by the ends of a rope that were still left on the bed, and by the canopy that was clearly sturdy enough to hang from.

He was a certified freak. And it only made me hornier.

I’d read about things like this, but I’d never seen it. I’d never actually experienced a bondage room. The kids in Chicago acted like sex and BDSM were nothing, like they’d experienced it all, but I was completely innocent to those things.

At least in experience, but not in knowledge. The internet was a powerful friend.

He set me down and I stared at the landscape of the room, my mouth open.

“You said you wanted to know what I had.”

I nodded. I did. I turned to him and bit my lip. “I’ve never-”

“I know,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. “So why don’t we start slow?” he asked.

“Slow?”

“You, me, a blindfold, maybe some ropes. You’ve already been spanked, baby. We don’t have to take it all on at once.”

“I think I can handle that,” I admitted. I was at least going to try.

“This is all about trust. So if you don’t want anything, just tell me. I promise to stop. But only if you are sure.”

“No safe-word?” I asked.

“We can have one, if you like.”

“Unicorn,” I said. It was the first word that popped into my head and it almost made me laugh as I said it. Perfect mood ruiner.

He grinned. “Unicorn it is.”

He grabbed me and pulled me to him. “Now, why don’t we get you over on that bed and see just how sexy you look with a pair of cuffs on.”

I nodded and walked towards the bed. I’d never felt so timid in my life, but knowing I was putting all this trust in him, that he was going to be in complete control, it made me feel so nervous. And aroused. f*ck
. I wanted him to be in complete control. I wanted him to take over everything. I didn’t want to have to think about it. I just wanted to feel.

“f*ck
, Kat. You look so good.” He stared at me for a moment, then turned and started rummaging through a drawer until he found what he was looking for. It was just a simple scrap of silk, both of them were, but as he got closer to me, I realized exactly what I was looking at. It was an intricate pair of silken cuffs paired with a matching blindfold.

f*ck
. He was really going to do it.

I fidgeted, the nerves and the want all rolling inside of me, reminding me of what exactly I was a part of. He was the kind of man who fed off of pain and he was using it for pleasure with me.

“This won’t hurt, baby. It’ll feel pretty damn good when I’m done with you.” It was like he could read my mind, or more realistically, my face. I was never good at keeping my emotions at bay. I had a terrible poker face, so I was told.

I bit my lip and held out my hands to be bound. It was crazy. It was silly, but I wanted it. He bound them and then pulled them above my head and tied them to the silk rope that was already intricately hung. My arms were above my head and I was helpless to stop him from whatever he wanted to do.

I was ready for him. For his control.

“You look positively delicious.” His voice was so dark it was scary. Janson was enjoying this way too much. “Are you ready for the next part? It will increase all your senses.”

I nodded. I was ready. I could do it. “Yes.”

He wrapped the blindfold around my head, making my whole world dark. I couldn’t see him, I didn’t know where he was.

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