Every time I get maddeningly close, he retreats, making me whimper and cry for the moment he keeps ripping away from me.
“Please,” I finally whisper, giving in to his cruel temptation. “Don’t do this to me. Let me have more, make me come.”
“Not a chance in hell, Rain. And you won’t be coming without permission. Not while you’re here. Not even once. Trust me, I’m going easy on you with this punishment. I can do things to you that are so much worse.
“Please!”
I slam my fists against his shoulders in frustration, but Heath merely laughs and continues kissing me. I give in, my body arching off the bed to get closer to his mouth. What he’s doing to me is indescribable. He’s making me feel butterflies flutter in my stomach, something I thought I’d never feel again. Just for that, I’ll always be grateful to Heath... for my first love.
He pulls away again at the last second, making me cry out in frustration.
“How long do you think I have to keep you denied until you come the moment I put my cock inside you?” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. “I bet it’s not long at all. A week, tops. But I’ll go for longer. So much longer. Just so I can torture you. Just so I can taste your sweet desperation on my tongue, Rain.”
My eyes threaten to roll back as he unzips his pants. He takes out his cock and my eyes widen again, like every time I see him naked.
Heath is muscular and lean, and his cock looks like a fucking machine.
I’m desperate to taste him, but he doesn’t give me a choice. Instead, he just pushes his throbbing length against me, toying with my pussy lips.
Fuck. Our first time... something I’d long ago stopped believing would happen.
“You feel so fucking good already,” he groans. “I waited so long for this sweet little cunt, I can’t fucking wait to-“
“Heath.”
The call comes from outside, followed by somebody clearing their throat and knocking on the door loudly.
“Fuck.”
He curses before tucking his cock back in.
“You can’t leave right now,” I cry out, swallowing my embarrassment. “I need you...”
His lips thin, and he answers the door, still buttoning up his shirt.
“What?” he barks at Liberato on the other end of the door.
“A call,” the other man growls, sneaking a look at me as I hurry to cover myself up, watching them. “You’ll want to take this one?”
“Dragon cartel?” Heath mutters, barely loud enough for me to hear.
Liberato shakes his head and Heath groans.
“I’ll be right there. Let me finish up here.”
“No time.” Liberato shakes his head. “He wants to speak to you now.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with...”
Both their gazes trail in my direction and I flush, pulling the sheets tighter around my body as I mutter, “What?”
“Tie her up.”
Heath nods at Liberato.
“Don’t you dare look at her or touch her improperly, though.”
“Fine,” he barks in response.
My heart beats into overdrive as Heath disappears down the hallway. I fight every instinct I have not to call out after him. I do trust Heath, but I know next to nothing about his friend.
“Relax,” Liberato says calmly, approaching with arms held up. “I won’t hurt you. Pretty fucking sure Heath’s going to kill me anyway just for being here.”
I watch him with narrowed eyes. He sits on an armchair next to my bed and pulls out a roll of rope from a drawer in the bed. I swallow nervously.
“Why don’t you make this easy for me, Rain?”
Liberato speaks in a low, deep voice. If I didn’t know better than to upset Heath, I’d even say it was sexy in its huskiness.
“How?” I demand.
“Don’t fight.”
He picks himself up. I’m relieved he leaves the sheets where they are, but he grabs my wrists and ankles and ties them to the bed frame, and I don’t fight him. I’m sure I’m still in trouble from my first transgression - I don’t need to add another thing to the list.
So I let Liberato tie me down with soft silk ropes dyed a wine-red color. I don’t struggle. Not even when he pulls the sheet out, leaving me exposed. But he barely looks at me before leaving the room - something else that fills me with absolute hatred.
“Liberato!”
I don’t know what possesses me to call out after him, but I do.
Heath’s friend turns on his heels and comes back toward me, a playful smirk on his lips.
“If you’re about to beg for an orgasm, you can fucking forget it,” he tells me in a low growl.
“No,” I shake my head. “I just... Is Heath okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were gone all day and now the call...”
“He’ll be fine,” Liberato replies in a clipped tone.
“Please, tell me what’s going on.”
“There’s no need to worry.”
“How can I not?”