Bind Me (Private Listing #2)

“Undo my pants.”

Her hands make fast work of my belt, button, and zipper. The relief from the constraint isn’t nearly all I want from her.

“Take me inside you,” I say against her lips.

She rises onto her knees and pulls my cock out of my pants before sinking down over it. Her mouth opens in a gasp. I claim her lips as I thrust up into her. We surge together, fucking like we can’t get enough of each other.

I break off the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. When her hungry eyes meet mine, I reach around and slide my finger, wet from her orgasm, into her ass. She convulses around my cock as she clings onto my shoulders.

“I’m taking this ass, kitten.” I thrust hard into her. “In the meeting, my cock will be the one thrusting in and out of your tight ass until you come all over me.”

“Noah.” She shudders in my arms as I press deep one final time and explode. I can feel her all around me as I pulse within her, spilling my seed. I meet her eyes as our foreheads press together.

Maybe I’m falling too hard, too fast. Maybe I don’t care. “You’re mine, kitten. Every inch of you belongs to me. And every inch of me belongs to you.”

Chapter 6

A Different Kind of Interview

Seth

The conference room is empty as I stroll in. We still have ten minutes before the meeting. I walk to the windows and stare down into the street. We’re too high to make out people, but the sidewalks surge with tiny specks getting out of work and heading home to their loved ones.

It’s a novel concept. One that I don’t believe will ever work for me.

I can’t imagine being so connected to someone else that I’d ever leave my friends. And having someone accept all of us for who we are doesn’t seem possible. It’s one thing to fuck all of us, but for a woman to love us all and to gain our trust completely, I just don’t think that will happen.

Besides, I have a family. My family is right here with me. Cooper, Blake, and Noah.

A noise makes me turn. Madison.

She smiles at me. “I didn’t want to disturb you. Just putting out the forms like you wanted.”

Her blond hair glows in the sunlight coming in through the windows. Her blue eyes sparkle with life. She’s young. Younger than our previous assistants. But that doesn’t mean she’s less capable. She still has on the scarf I bought her, which makes my cock throb and makes me angry at the same time.

I love that she’s wearing something I bought her but hate that she wears it to hide her bruised and battered skin beneath the soft silk.

“Come here.”

With no hesitation, she sets down the papers and comes to stand before me. My cock hardens at how she accepts my commands. She never questions me. I’ve never had to tell her to obey me. She just does. And when she does, it’s beautiful.

Her heels today make her taller, but she’s still not as tall as me.

I reach out and unwind the scarf from her neck. When it’s gone, her pale fingers touch the discolored skin. Her flesh is tinted shades of yellow, purple, and green.

I toss the scarf on the table and ghost my fingers down the side of her neck. “How’s it healing?”

“Still a little painful,” she admits. Her voice is still a little off but seems to be better every day. I trace her earlobe with my finger, and she shivers slightly.

“What’s your stance on marking?” I lightly pinch her earlobe between my thumb and finger, rubbing it.

“Marking?” Her lips part, and her eyes give away her desire. She wants me and that’s intoxicating.

“After you heal. Hickeys. Love bites. Possessive marks that claim you as ours.”

A shiver whips through her. I drop my hand and lean back against the window.

“Do you like the thought of that? Of us possessing you?”