Bind Me (Private Listing #2)

Her head shoots up, and she meets my gaze. Her eyes are haunted, and I know she’s not really here in this moment but trapped somewhere in her nightmares.

I gesture for her to come closer. She stops directly in front of me.

“Across my lap. Ass up.”

She lifts her gaze to me in surprise and takes a half step back. “Here?”

“Here.”

She stares into the corners. “Is it safe?”

“Now, tiger.”

She blows out a breath and lies across my legs. I flip her skirt up and pull her panties down to her knees.

“I don’t think this is a good?—‍”

Madison lets out a startled yelp when I cut her off with three spanks. Not hard enough to bruise, but just enough sting to pull her out of what’s holding her down today. All those texts and pictures. The memories lingering in this place. I rub her ass cheeks, and she clutches my pant leg.

“You need to be present, tiger. Aware of everything around you. Not caught in a daze.” I rub my hand close to her pussy and she tenses a little.

I spank her another three times.

“I’m here,” she says defiantly when I rub her ass again. I chuckle lightly at her tone.

“What’s weighing you down?” I slide my hand along the inside of her thigh, pausing before touching her pussy. She exhales.

“They filmed me in the bathroom. My bathroom, Blake. They saw everything. Inserting tampons, peeing, taking a dump. Everything that is private. Things I wouldn’t share with anyone.”

“Masturbating?” I stroke her ass cheek gently.

“It was private. It’s my time.” Her hands tug on my pant leg.

I spank her three more times. It’s light and leaves her skin glowing pink but shouldn’t really hurt. It’s not about pain right now.

“What were you thinking when you masturbated? Do you remember?” My fingers drift closer to her pussy.

“Your voice. The four of you. It was after my interview. The conference table.” Her voice is soft.

I rub my fingers between her thighs, along her slit. She sucks in a breath as I spread her wetness around her clit.

“You told me about that fantasy. That day in the conference room when I got you off.”

Her breath hitches as I slide a finger into her slick channel. “Yes.”

I pump my single finger in and out of her. “Can I tell you my version of your fantasy?”

“Please,” she whimpers. She can’t rock into my hand to get more of what she needs. She lies limply across my lap. Her breathing quickens.

I add a second finger and she moans.

“You naked on the conference table, spread out for us. Each of us takes a turn licking your wet pussy while the others take your breasts and your mouth, making you come until you’re ready to take us all.”

“Blake—‍” She cuts herself off in another moan.

I pull out, then push three fingers back into her. My thumb teases over her clit. Her wetness coats my hand.

“Coop will sit in a chair and lower your asshole onto his cock. Has he taken your ass yet, tiger?” I pause my fingers, waiting for her answer.