A furrow formed between his eyebrows. “Arewegood?”
“We’re good.”
I was screwed, but he didn’t need to know that. He’dneverknow that. I was also hurtling toward a different place, something like bliss, so I wasn’t worried about what I would feel like after he set me free. Right now, I was letting myself live in the moment.
He palmed my face, grinning at me. “I love that look on you. All goofy and high. I don’t know, Adelaide, I think you might have a little submissive creature living in you.”
My spine arched involuntarily. “And you? How do you feel right now?”
Rising to his feet, he took a step back, his eyes traveling the length of me. He licked his top lip and shoved a hand through his hair.
“I feel like…I like you like this. Your long, pretty legs all spread out. You, lying there, trusting me. Watching me with glassy eyes. I like that part the most. You’re not taking your eyes off me.”
My heart ratcheted up a notch, and my core heated. “I’m wondering what you’re going to do now that you’ve got me here.”
He scrubbed at the thick stubble on his jaw, raking his heated eyes over me. “It can be just this. I can sit here with you, talk to you, let you feel this, then let you go. It doesn’t have to be anything else.”
My hips tried to rise, but I crushed them into the mattress. “But what if I want to watch you? I can’t touch you. We’re safe. It’ll be just like the videos you send me.”
His forehead crinkled. “You’d want that?”
He wanted it too. The bulge behind his zipper didn’t lie. Adam was getting off on this the same way I was.
“I do. I want to watch you, Adam.”
If I was going to bury myself, I might as well dig the hole as deep as possible so I had no chance of survival.
He palmed the thick ridge punching against his jeans. “Keep your eyes on me, Adelaide. If you look away, it stops.”
“I won’t look away.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was velvety calm and lower than ever.
Adam dragged the chair I kept in the corner of my room to the side of my bed. He unzipped his jeans and slid his hand inside, groaning as he gripped himself. Then he sat, his knees butting up against the mattress.
I tried to clench my thighs, but I couldn’t move my legs enough to get the pressure I needed. My core was already on fire, and nothing had happened. It was the promise. The sureness that what was about to happen would rip me apart in every way. The knowledge that I couldn’t get away, even if I tried. But I wasn’t trying. I’d stay until the bitter end.
“Watch me, Adelaide.” Adam’s voice was different too. It had dropped to a level that commanded obedience. It made my belly clench.
“I’m watching. Show me.” My fingers flexed as I tugged on my bonds. Not to get away, but to serve as a reminder of how trapped I was.
He shoved his jeans halfway down his hips and drew out his thick cock. My eyes widened at the vision of it in person. They said cameras didn’t lie, but Adam’s phone had hidden some truth.
“You’re huge,” I rasped.
He chuckled, and his dick jumped with the flex of his abs. I held back a whimper.
He gripped his base and tipped his cock toward me. “You like that? Or does it scare you?”
“It doesn’t scare me.”
“It shouldn’t. I know what I’m doing.”
His fist moved up and down the long, long length as his eyes played over my face and body. I wished I could have rolled onto my side to see him better, but this was enough. More than enough. I’d never be able to lie in my bed and not picture him sitting beside it, touching himself while I couldn’t do a single thing.
Adam Wainwright was ruining me. Each squeeze of his cock tightened my binds to him—and I was the fool who’d given him the rope. I’d laid myself on his altar, knowing exactly what would happen, and stayed as still as I could so he wouldn’t miss my heart when he drove the knife in.
His groan sank into my belly, stoking the fire already raging.
“Look at you, Adelaide. How wet are you?”