Page 63 of Blue Line

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “But you love it when I’m ridiculous.”

I roll my lips, hiding my smile. “That’s up for debate. That one was pretty good, actually. How did you come up with it?”

“Read it on the internet.”

I snort. “Do I want to know where?”

“A meme page.”

“Right. Sure.” My words are dripping with sarcasm. “To answer your question, no safe word needed. Unless you want there to be a reason to need one.”

His eyes darken. “Maybe another time.”

I nod, running a hand down his chest until I get to his hard cock pushing against his shorts. I trail my finger over his hardness, and he inhales sharply, grabbing my wrist to stop my movements.

“Not yet. On the bed,” he commands.

I do as he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and squeezing my thighs together. This is going to be so good. He is going to be so good. I just know it. Things between us are so easy.

He opens the top drawer of his dresser and pulls out a tie before stalking over and kissing me.

“You good with this?” He holds up the tie.

I nod vigorously. Yes. So much, yes. See, I knew it.

“Words, Hadley Jane. I need them.”

“Yes, fucking, please.” I clasp my wrists together and hold them out to him.

His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare. He reaches down and squeezes himself through his shorts, and I track his movements.

“Lie down. Put your hands over your head.” He tips his chin toward the pillows at the top of the bed, and I comply. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much or if it hurts?” He meets my eyes.

“Yes, but I trust you.”

He inhales sharply before leaning over me, secures my hands, then checks his knots. Satisfied, he pulls back, staring down at me.

“Look at you all spread out for me.” He shoves his pants down and strokes himself as he watches me.

I tug on the bonds on my wrists. They’re snug, but I can feel the play, which tells me he left them loose enough that I could get out of them if I wanted to. I fidget, widening my legs.

“Keep your hands above your head, or we stop.”

“Now what?” I taunt. “Going to stare all night, or are you going to touch me?”

“I should have known you weren’t going to behave.” He smirks, tapping his chin, and takes a half step backward. “Where do you keep your vibrator?”

My core clenches.

“Nightstand,” I husk out.

He backs out of the room, and I wait with bated breath for him to get the toy.

He returns and comes over to the bed, my vibrator in his hand. He turns it on and runs it up the insides of my thighs.

“Keep those legs spread for me. Let me see you.”

“Yes, sir.”