Page 139 of Conquered

Tugging on my hair, I release his dick with a pop and withdraw my finger, causing another gasp to leave his lips. He keeps pulling me up until I'm standing in front of him, both our chests heaving.

“Naughty, Princess,” he pants out, his grip angling my head so that he can press his lips against mine, in a searing hot kiss that merges our fucking souls together. And damn if the thought that he’s tasting himself doesn’t make me drip a little more.

He breaks away, and I can't help but sass him.

“But you liked it, didn't you?” I say with a cheeky grin, a brow raised cockily.

His steely eyes narrow, then he suddenly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, in a move that reminds me of Jax, walking us over to the bed.

“Ash!” I screech as he throws me down onto the covers, and I land with a bounce, my wrists still bound with his belt.

Devil I Knowby Allie X starts to play, making Ash smirk.

He walks to his bedside cabinet, opening the bottom drawer, and takes out several neatly tied bundles of thin black rope. Getting onto the bed, he straddles my hips, his naked skin burning every part of me that it touches. I can see that he is already semi hard—seriously, there must be something inthe water here that gives guys the ability to become erect on command!Unbuckling his belt from around my wrists, he carefully sets it aside, before grabbing one hand and stretching my arm out.

Taking one of the bundles, he unravels the rope and starts to wrap it around my wrist, face intent as he begins to tie a series of complicated knots. I'm still able to move until he begins to tie the ends to one of the bedposts. There's a beauty to his movements, and I can feel myself getting wetter with each pass of the rope until I'm vibrating with unadulterated need.

He does the same with the other wrist and then moves down the bed to do the same with both ankles, until I'm spread eagled for him and pinned down. I give an experimental tug, discovering that although the rope doesn't tighten, it does hold me in place completely, rendering me pretty much immobile.

He looks down at me from his position at the end of the bed, a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he takes me in, open before him. I'm still wearing my navy silk shorts and cami, the feel of the fabric against my overheated skin almost unbearable, and I shift squirming and trying to find relief.

I look down at him, my breathing shallow. His inked beauty makes my breath catch every fucking time my eyes alight on him, my heart fluttering. I watch as he gets fully hard again from just looking at me. His eyes meet mine, and the look of desire and need in them, causes my heart to skip a beat inside my chest, my body flooding with excited anticipation.

“Now remember, Princess,” he begins in that deliciously sinful voice of his. “If your hands or feet start to tingle, or go numb, you tell me straight away. And your safe word is red. Tell me what your safe word is?”

“Red, but, Ash, please,” I beg, trying and failing to ease the ache between my thighs.

A sardonic smile lifts one corner of his lips as he continues to take me in, looking like he plans to leave me in this agony.

Looks like you can't take the bastard out of the boy after all.

Getting off the bed, he walks across the room to his desk, opens a drawer, and takes out a huge fucking knife that looks wicked sharp. My heart rate picks up at the sight of him walking back towards me with it, a thread of excitement laced with fear running through me.

Climbing up onto the bed, he settles himself between my spread legs.

“Probably should have stripped you before tying you up…” he mutters, but not like he cares much about the oversight, as he brings the knife to the lacy hem of my shorts.

“Ash, don't you fucking dare!” I warn him, as I realise what he's planning on doing. The fucker just smiles, lifting my shorts up with the blade.

“Don't move, Princess,” he orders as he starts to cut the silk from hem to waistband. I stay still, fuming as he finishes that side and starts on the other, cutting my shorts off my body.

“You boys owe me some new fucking PJs,” I grumble when he whips the pieces of silk from under me.

He then looks to my cami top.

“I'll buy you a thousand sets, Princess, but I'll just keep cutting them off,” he promises like the arsehole that he is.

He then cuts right up the middle of my top, in between my breasts. He finishes by slicing the straps so that I'm completely naked and tied up underneath him.

“Perfect,” he sighs, leaning over and jamming the knife into the wooden headboard, leaving it sticking out and bobbing with the force of his thrust.

I can't help it, I reach up and bite one of his nipples, hard. Any normal person might squeak, or shout. Not Ash. He moans in pleasure, rubbing his now fully erect cock along my lowerstomach, and I can feel the wetness of precum smearing across my skin.

I release him and am satisfied to see indents of my teeth marking him.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb along my lower lip as he looks down on me.

Then he crawls off the bed, walks across the room, opens the door, and walks out.