Bind Me (Private Listing #2)

“I’m over here.” I laugh a little at myself. Getting worked up over nothing.

Coop rounds the corner and grins as he spots me. “I came to give you more files to pull and get what you have already. I tried calling.”

“I don’t really have pockets.” I hold my arms out to the side and his gaze rakes over my sundress.

His blue eyes are heated when they meet mine. “If we didn’t have work to get done, I could think of a few games I might like to play with you down here.”

He closes in on me, and I rest my hands on his chest as I look up at him. His hair is caught back in a bun. I love running my fingers through the silky length when it’s down.

“Hide-and-seek. Or maybe a darker fantasy.” He sets the list behind me on the filing cabinet and cradles the back of my head in his hands, weaving his fingers through my hair.

My initial fear changes to lust as he kisses my forehead. “What kind of dark fantasy?”

That was on Coop’s list. He wants to role-play with me, including consensual nonconsent. I put it as a soft limit, meaning I’d be willing to try, but we have to talk about it beforehand.

I like the idea, but with the assault still so recent, I worry it will trigger me.

Coop’s eyes darken. He leans down, so his lips brush my ear with his words. “I could cut the lights in here and everything would be dark. So dark you couldn’t see in front of your face.”

My breath catches at the thought. A hint of fear rushes through my heart.

“You’d have to find an escape while I hunt you.”

I bite my lip, not hating that thought.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be alone in my chase.” He licks the shell of my ear and I shiver. He presses his body against mine. “Whoever captures you can fuck you where they find you, whether you want it or not.”

Fuck, that shouldn’t arouse me, but it does. I rub my thighs together.

“Do you like the sound of that, sweetheart?” He drags his cheek back against mine until our lips brush.

I arch into him and seek his mouth, but he holds himself just out of reach.

“Do you want to be caught and fucked like a naughty girl?” He tips my head back. His eyes meet mine before he captures my lips. He rocks his hips into me, and I whimper at the rush of desire spreading through me.

He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. My heart is going a hundred miles a minute. I ache for him.

“Answer the question, sweetheart.” Coop drags his hands from the nape of my neck down my spine, leaving sparks in his wake, until he cups my ass and thrusts my hips into his. “Do you want to be a bad girl instead of a good girl?”

“Coop,” I breathe out his name. Wanting everything he can give me.

He smiles. “Did my little fantasy get you hot?”

Nodding, I squirm against him, still caught between him and the cold metal filing cabinet.

“Do you want me to help you come?” Coop lifts his head from mine as he looks down at me. His fingers massage my ass. “Say please like a good girl, then.”

“Please, Coop,” I whisper.

“I do love skirts.” Coop turns me around and presses me against the cabinets. The cold metal against my cheek does little to cool the heat welling inside me. His hands slip under my skirt and drag my panties down to my knees.

“Keep them there. Don’t let them fall or I’ll stop playing with you,” he whispers into my hair.

I spread my legs to keep the panties where they are. The sound of his zipper is loud in the quiet room. Even my breathing sounds harsh in the silence.

The slide of Coop’s cock against my pussy makes me gasp as his hips press into my ass.

“I haven’t decided if I want to fuck you yet.” Coop draws back, dragging his cock between my pussy lips and pressing against my clit. “Maybe I’ll fuck your pussy for a while before taking your ass again. You’re so wet I wouldn’t even need lube.”