The.
Fuck!?
My blood boils, concentrating in my cock that’s so hard that if I jerk enough times in my restraints, I will come just thinking of Kat’s pussy soaking me as she came just a minute ago.
I jerk at the cuffs angrily, but they are top-notch sex apparel made to withstand pressure.
I helplessly throw my head back against the pillow.
Jeans down, dick out—beautiful. I literally just got fucked. In all senses possible.
And Kat left. I swear, I’m gonna locate her, tie her to a palm tree, and fuck her in every hole.
Okay, calm down.
Deep breaths.
The cuffs are secured in a specific way to the short double posts that look like twined rods, but one of them ends just below the top of the mattress. It’s done so that there is no fucked upGerald’s Gamescenario. You can never be too careful.
I curse and stretch as I pull at the right chain and keep yanking it down to bring it to the bottom edge of the pole.
I am so angry that I could kill someone right now. My dick, hard and heavy, bobs in the air as I tug at the chain again and again.
Kat played me. For the second time. Moreover, she left me here cuffed. She didn’t know that I’d be able to get away. So she would let me lie like this all night?
“Fuck!” I spit out loud, yanking at the stupid chain and failing.
I am mad because of this circus scenario. Because I almost came when she rubbed herself on me. Because I need to come and she is gone.
Kat is confident in bed, and that’s the biggest turn-on in a woman. Not her body but the way she uses it. Confidence is a weapon that not many girls know how to use. Kat sure does.
I fantasized fucking her every night for the last week. Every morning too. During the day. Don’t even remind me of the day after the snake accident when I was so turned on I pulled down my jeans in my office and jerked off into the garbage can to the thoughts of her.
I finally yank the chain down and fall back onto the bed, exhaling in relief.
I swear, I will murder Katura Ortiz.
I easily yank down the second chain, then find the key under the mattress to unlock the cuffs and finally tuck my frustrated dick back in my jeans, not bothering to zip them up.
Kat is clean and has the birth control implant as per her medical record. The memory of how her bare pussy felt around my cock makes my dick twitch.
I need to finish this fucking job, even if only with my hand.
But first thing first.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and dial surveillance. The inside resort cameras, except the Diggs and the restaurants, are turned off for privacy, but I swear to God I will switch them all on to track that sneaky little spy at all times.
“I need you to locate someone,” I bark into the phone to whoever picked up at the Surveillance room. “A girl left Cliff Villa about twenty minutes ago. I need to know where she is.”
Kat’s probably hiding. Good. A spy and a coward—what a cocktail.
I flex my hand as I wait for the guy to answer.
“Boss, no one left your house in the last hour.”
What?
I frown, but kill the call right away, and frantically pull up my pool camera.