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  He spread her legs wide, a little wider then she had expected, making her tremble. He attached the remaining two cuffs to her ankles securely, then shortened the part that held the cuff so that her ankles were pressed against the fabric and she had to point her toes to touch the sheets. This spread her legs apart even farther, and she felt that much more exposed. She pulled against these bonds experimentally and found it just as exciting that her legs were spread wide and there was nothing she could so do about it.

  Beck leaned over her and kissed her lips. She moaned against his mouth. This was going to be harder than she thought.

  She lifted her hips as best she could, trying to get what she desired.

  Beck pulled back. “Ah, ah, not so fast.”

  She bit her lip and remembered her dream, wondering how much of it Beck was actually going to employ.

  He sat back for a moment and just looked at her.

  “Beck...” She tugged on the restraints and tried to thrust her hips out more.

  “Hmm?” Beck came close to her again but didn’t let her have what she wanted. She could feel it pressing against her inner thigh but he was keeping just slightly out of her reach. He was kneeling between her legs, taking his time to look at her body from that angle. She rolled her hips again but his hand dropped down and pinned them down flat against the furniture.

  It was one of the few movements she had available. She wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Beck dropped his other hand between her legs, causing her to hold her breath. His eyes locked on hers as his fingers went to work.

  For a moment, it was all Carmondy could do to just breathe. That is, until he found a sensitive spot. Though it was a gentle touch, she couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. She was immediately embarrassed, because they had just barely started and already she couldn’t keep quiet. She pulled on the straps on her wrists and turned her head to one side, trying to escape the sensation that was sure to drive her crazy.

  “Look at me,” Beck commanded, his fingers never letting up.

  She moaned and tried to move her hips, to gain a little control over her own feelings, but he wasn’t having it. The hand that wasn’t between her legs pressed her hip harder into the foam, keeping her still.

  “Look at me,” he repeated, this time using a finger to coax her from the inside.

  She gasped and whipped to look him in the eye like he wanted. She bit her lip to keep from making a noise, her chest heaving like she might explode.

  Beck was entertained by her efforts, glancing down to look at where his hand met her body. “Look at you, all ready and everything, so soon.” He used only the one finger now, slowly, lazily, keeping her excited but letting her catch her breath. “Do you want it?”

  “Yes!” she blurted right away.

  He shook his head. “I don’t think you mean it.”

  She whimpered softly and struggled against her bonds. He was dragging this out too long. She couldn’t wait much longer...but then again, what was she going to do about it?

  “Please...”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  She opened her mouth to respond but he added a second finger to move with the first and her words cut off with a moan.

  “What was that?” he asked, a smile playing on his features.

  She took a moment to readjust and get her breathing under control, but it wasn’t working. He was going faster now, not giving her a break.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked in a low voice, looking directly into her eyes.

  She nodded eagerly, his tone only adding to her excitement.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “I want—” She cut herself off with a loud cry. He had used yet another digit to find her sensitive spot again, putting an unbearable amount of pressure on it. She clenched her teeth tightly and moaned. Then the waves of gratification started to pass through her and she arched her neck, pulling tightly on the bonds to ride them out.

  They stopped suddenly. Beck had stopped, and his hand rested over her now. She looked up, disbelievingly. Surely, he wouldn’t stop now?

  “You didn’t think I was going to let you have that so easily, did you?” He laughed and ran both hands up her torso, resting on her ribs.

  She pulled against her restraints uselessly. “Please, Beck...I need...”

  “You need what?” he asked, shifting his hips closer, letting her know exactly where he was. “This?” His sensitive skin barely touched hers, teasing.

  She pulled tightly against her bonds and tried to close the distance but it was no use. She wasn’t going to get it until he allowed.

  He smoothed one hand over her breast, teasing the nipple a little with his thumb. She took deep breaths, getting air while she could.

  Then Beck leaned down, resting his hips against hers, though not in the way she wanted. His lips came down to kiss and nip at her neck. Moving up her jaw to her lips, he kissed her deeply. His tongue pushed into her mouth demandingly, tasting every inch of her. The kiss went on longer than she thought possible. When he finally parted their lips, she was gasping for breath. He nipped her bottom lip before sliding back down her body to kiss her breasts, feather-light kisses that left her wanting more.

  “Beck, please—”

  His hand came up to put pressure under her jaw, shutting her lips and then brushing his thumb over them. He leaned down close to her ear. “I’ve a mind to you keep you like this all night. Then I could wake up whenever I wanted you and you’d still be here, open, waiting for me.” He put his hand down to rest between her legs again, massaging slowly. “Would you like that? To be exposed, ready for me whenever I wanted you?”

  She nodded, pushing her hips up, trying to get satisfaction from his fingers.

  He chuckled softly in her ear. “I’m still not sure that you want me bad enough. Maybe I should leave you here for a few minutes alone?”

  “No! Please, Beck, I can’t—”

  His hand closed her mouth again, kissing her earlobe before using his teeth to nip it lightly. “I’ll give you what you want, on one condition.”

  “Anything,” she breathed before thinking, still trying to push her hips against his fingers.

  “Ooh.” Beck laughed and pulled back so he could look at her face. “Anything? Really? I think you may want to consider that.”

  She didn’t respond, trying to breathe and keep the eye contact.

  “No, this request is simple.” He touched her lips. “I need you to not make a noise while I give it to you, not until I say. Can you do that for me?”

  She moaned.

  “Ah, that counts too,” he scolded.

  She gasped. This was going to be impossible.

  “Do you think you can manage?” he asked, his fingers trailing down her cheek to stroke the underside of her jaw, keeping her mouth closed. “If you can’t, that’s okay. I’ll just have to step out to give you a few minutes...or an hour...to yourself.”

  No! She wanted to yell but she didn’t, just shook her head urgently.

  “So you’ll stay quiet? Until I say?”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl.”

  The possessiveness in his voice made her tremble.

  Finally, Beck straightened and put one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh, pushing her a little wider to position himself between her legs. Carmondy bit back a moan as he slowly pushed his hips until they were flush against hers. It happened so slow that by the time he was done she felt incredibly full.

  She squirmed under his hands a little bit, waiting, but he didn’t start into a rhythm. She looked up and he was just staring down at her, waiting to see if she would keep her word.

  She didn’t know how he could stand it. She tried to rock her hips against his, but he just pushed tighter, keeping their bodies securely against each other.

  She wanted to beg, to ask what he was doing, but she knew he was just taunting her. The feeling quickly became overwhelming. On one hand, it was like nothing she had eve
r felt before but on the other hand, all she wanted right now was satisfaction. She arched her back and pulled on her bonds, trying anything she could to get him to move against her.

  She could tell by the look on his face that he enjoyed watching her squirm. “You like this feeling, don’t you? Being full?” he asked, putting his hand to where their bodies joined, touching her.

  She nodded, though it was also driving her crazy.

  “Good. Get used to it.”

  He finally started to move, but slowly, languidly, as if he had all the time in the world. She tried to move her hips faster against his but he kept her still with his hand. She couldn’t stand how slow he was going. She needed fast and hard. She needed it over quick or she was going to break. The minutes just seemed to drag on. She was running out of control and her skin started to get damp from the exertion.

  Then he used his thumb between her legs to push her a little farther, not giving her what she craved, just pushing her body past where she thought her limits were.

  “You know what I think about sometimes when I see you at school?” he asked, not expecting an answer. “I think about pulling you into an empty classroom, getting you on your back on a desk and having you right there. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  She took a deep breath and nodded. She’d like that a lot. She didn’t understand how he could talk. It must be because he was going so slow, so casual.

  He didn’t change his pace though, just kept it slow, deeper than she could have imagined.

  “Another thing that sounds good is getting you naked in the locker room, setting you on the sink and spreading your legs wide, having you that way. You’d like that too?”

  She managed a weak nod. She was built up higher than she had ever been before, to a level she hadn’t known existed, but the slow pace didn’t allow her release. She laid there, her muscles tense, keeping her bonds taut as she tried to breathe. She wanted to beg him to finish her but she was afraid if she said anything he’d stop altogether.

  “Something else I’d do while we were in the locker room is stand with you in front of those full-length mirrors. I’d stand right behind you and tell you to touch yourself while I watched. You’d do it and then get yourself off when I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

  She nodded again. She’d do anything he told her to right now. She began to struggle earnestly against her restraints, wanting out, wanting the torture to stop. As she pulled on the straps, it only served as a reminder that she was under his control and that excited her more than anything. She looked up at him from her open, vulnerable position, knowing in the back of her mind that if she really wanted it to stop she could just say so. He had commanded her not to talk and right now the urge to obey him was overpowering. She lay there, pulling against her bonds uselessly, silently building her anticipation.

  Beck seemed entertained by her struggles and smiled down at her. “I’d take you into the weight room when it was empty and get you naked. You know the weight room has all kinds of things to keep it interesting. You know what I think you’d do? I think you’d go to the nearest bench and bend over it, pushing your tight little ass up into the air. Then you’d beg me to give it to you. That’s exactly what you’d do, isn’t it?”

  She nodded. The scenes he was giving only pushed her higher, the images tormenting and increasing her need. She was panting heavily now.

  She gasped and writhed against her restraints. He was dragging it out longer then she could stand. Just as she thought she was going to cry with need, he picked up the pace.

  Fast.

  She panted, no energy left in her to match his stroke but it didn’t matter. She was soon going over the verge.

  Just as she was about to finish, Beck squeezed her thigh to get her attention. “You can scream now.”

  She did, unable to do a thing to stop it. She arched her back tightly and clenched her eyes shut, as the gratification seemed to hit every nerve in her body at once, overpowering her senses until she lost track of herself for a moment.

  Finally, she seemed to be back in her body, but limp, completely spent. She opened her eyes slowly and found Beck done too. His hips were still tight against hers and he leaned on her as he gulped in breaths of air.

  Through her haze, Carmondy felt good that Beck had seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. She let her head loll to the side and closed her eyes again. She needed a minute before she could really move.

  While she was recovering, Beck shifted his hips from between her legs, leaving her with an empty feeling. She felt his big hands on her ankles and then wrists, unbuckling her restraints. Then his arm slipped under her torso and he rolled them both off the piece of furniture and onto the sheets of his bed.

  Beck used his arm to slide the piece of foam off the bed, letting it fall lightly to the floor.

  She lay on his chest for a minute, his arm still around her, hand resting on her ass as if it belonged there. She savored the moment, not sure what was going to happen next but not too worried about it.

  She didn’t want him to feel like she was getting clingy, but she was just too tired to move. She managed to slide off of his chest to just lay against his side. He wasn’t asleep or anything, just staring at the ceiling.

  Just as Carmondy’s eyes started to drift closed, Beck sat up. He looked around for a moment, thinking, then groaned and put a hand to his forehead. “Shit.”

  He immediately climbed over her to get off the bed, slipped a pair of sweats on, commando, before heading for the doorway.

  “What are you doing?” Carmondy sat up, confused.

  Beck turned back and shut off the only remaining light in the room. “It’s late. Just go to sleep.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “Just go to sleep,” he repeated shortly before disappearing.

  Carmondy lay back down and listened for a while. She could hear some faint rustling around in the living room but no door or keys, so he wasn’t leaving the house. She lay there a moment more before sighing. Had she done something wrong? She knew that there was nothing between them, no feelings, but after doing something like they had just done, she had an odd feeling of failure that he had gotten up and left so quickly. It wasn’t like she expected a cuddle or anything, but it would have been nice if he hadn’t ran out.

  She started to wonder if she should leave. It would be awkward to spend the night, right? She wanted to know what Beck could possibly be doing in the middle of the night, given how tired he must be.

  Carmondy got out of the bed and pulled on her bra and underwear. She grabbed her T-shirt and put it on. It wasn’t until she started walking toward the door that she realized how weak she was, completely worn out. Her body felt like it had just come from an extra-long basketball practice followed by a five-mile run.

  She made her way out to the living room slowly, stopping when she spotted Beck. He was sitting at the table, still shirtless, laboring over some piece of paper with a few others now scattered around him. She stepped a little closer and knew it wasn’t accounting, or any other homework. A form or something. He was bent over the sheet and writing incredibly slowly, trying his absolute best to make it legible.

  “What are you doing?”

  Beck jerked to sit upright and looked over his shoulder. “Just go back to sleep.”

  She ignored his command. “Do you need help there? I can write that for you.”

  “No.” He turned back to the form.

  “What...why are you even doing it in the middle of the night?”

  “It’s none of your business.” He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “If you’re not going to go to sleep or at least go lay down, then you can just leave.”

  “What’s your problem? I was just trying to help you. That’s going to take you a least fifteen minutes. Just let me write it and we can both go to sleep. You’re obviously tired.” She stepped closer to look over his shoulder but he slid the paper under some others.

  “I’m seri
ous, Carmondy. Go to sleep or go away.”

  She stepped back. He didn’t use her name very much and hearing it from him was a little surprising. “I know that you aren’t nice, but there is no need to be rude. I’m just trying to help.”

  Beck’s voice was tight. “Just go to sleep.”

  Carmondy was tired of his shit. “Stop bossing me around.”

  Beck turned to look her in the eye. “I thought you liked being told what to do.”

  She couldn’t believe he was playing it that way. “Great...that’s just great.” She shrugged. “I guess I don’t know what I expected.” She shook her head. “A tiny bit of common courtesy? Is that too much to ask?”

  He didn’t answer, just turned back to the table.

  “You know what, Beck? I know that there is nothing between us, no feelings or anything like that. But do you have any idea how it feels to do what we just did with someone and then to just have them walk out a few minutes later? I didn’t expect a cuddle session but an explanation would be appreciated. Whether you like it or not, what we just did required a huge amount of trust on my part and I’m starting to get really uncomfortable—”

  “And what makes you think that I care?” He cut her off harshly.

  Carmondy stopped and took deep breaths for a moment, then nodded and went back into his bedroom. She grabbed her jeans and jerked them on, before stalking back out of the room.

  She headed straight for the door but Beck intercepted her. “Where are you going?”

  “Where the hell do you think I’m going? I’m getting the fuck out of here before you can grind what’s left of my self-esteem into a fine powder! I made a mistake here tonight and you just made me realize it. No, Beck, I don’t think that you care but you could at least refrain from making me feel like shit!”

  He grabbed her arm and started to pull her back to his room. “It’s late and you’re tired, just go to sleep.”