By His Play

29. Effie

29

EFFIE

B lood rushes past my ears and my heart pounds in every inch of my body as I watch him wrap the scarves around each of my ankles and tie them to the foot of the bed.

I wasn’t lying when I told him earlier that I’d never been tied up before. And I’m glad I haven’t. I wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else.

“There,” he mutters as he steps back to assess his handiwork.

My breathing is erratic and my skin is prickling with my need to be touched.

I’ve been buzzing since he got me close with his tongue and fingers in the shower, my pussy aching and clenching in its need for more. And now I’m lying here completely at his mercy, everything has only gotten more intense, more desperate.

“Kieran,” I whimper, watching as he walks around the bed.

He’s like a lion stalking his prey, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Wrapping his hand around the back of his neck, he pulls on it as his eyes lift to the ceiling.

My heart jumps into my throat worrying that he’s suddenly regretting all of this.

I’m not exactly in the best position if he’s doubting everything.

“I…I don’t show women this side of me, Effie. I’ve never—” He cuts himself off, and his eyes find mine. “I usually keep it locked down. But…I trust you. And I think…I think you get off on this too. My sweet, nerdy little lucky charm is secretly just as kinky as I am.”

Am I?

His eyes blaze with fire at the thought of his statement being true.

I mean, it could be. He’s not wrong; last night was wild. The way he touched me, the things he said...I burned for him like I never have for any other man.

“This is between us,” I tell him.

I would never in a million years consider telling anyone anything about our friendship or anything we do or talk about.

My relationship with Kieran is precious. Always has been, always will be.

“I know. I just…I needed you to know that this—” He gestures between us. “—isn’t what I usually do with women.”

I raise a brow.

“I’m serious. I don’t show strangers this side of me. Hell, I’ve never shown anyone this side of me.”

A wide smile spreads across my lips.

It’s fucking weird.

If you described this situation to me and told me that I’d be lying here feeling happier than I have in quite some time, I’d say that you were crazy.

But as it turns out, I might be tied up and unable to do anything but follow him with my eyes around the room, but I feel lighter than I have since moving my life to St. Louis to be with Grams all those months ago.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.

I don’t care what it is. I’ll let him do whatever he wants.

He pauses at the end of the bed and turns, pressing a knee against the mattress.

“I’m going to make you forget your own name,” he tells me honestly, his voice deep and raspy.

The promise makes my core throb, and I try to close my thighs to squash it, but I can’t move them an inch.

He crawls between my thighs, his smirk growing.

“By the time I untie you, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

“Cocky much?” I tease.

His expression hardens, his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth.

“You don’t have to have use of your mouth, you know.”

My chin drops, but I can’t deny that the thought of him gagging me doesn’t make my already sky-high temperature increase.

“Remember what I said? Only good girls get what they want.”

I flinch when his fingertips brush against my ankle. It’s such a simple touch, but it affects me like he’s just pressed a branding iron into my skin.

“Kieran,” I moan.

“Right here, baby,” he rasps as he slowly drags his fingers up my leg. “And I’m not going anywhere.

Turning his attention to my other leg, he bends over and kisses my shin, right above where my scarf is tied around my ankle.

I flinch again, tugging at my bindings, but none of them give.

Arching my back, I grind my hips, desperate for some relief, but it does nothing.

I’m useless like this and totally reliant on him. Something that he is loving if the tent in his sweats is anything to go by.

“Why aren’t you naked?” I gasp as his lips trail up my leg.

“Because I’m the one in charge, and I’ve decided to remain dressed.”

“B-but?—”

“Keep arguing, Luck. See where it gets you,” he taunts.

Slamming my lips shut, I fall silent and try to just enjoy the ride.

Fuck. I really hope there is a ride coming.

If he thinks he’s just going to tease me and leave me here to suffer for the rest of the day, then he’s going to regret it.

I don’t know what I’ll do to punish him, but I’ll figure something out.

“Oh my god, yes,” I moan as he gets to the top of my thigh and blows a stream of air across where I need him most.

He moves closer, and I hold my breath, waiting for the second his tongue connects with my sensitive skin.

But it never comes.

I cry out in frustration, tugging at the belts holding my arms hostage.

The entire bed rattles, not used to seeing any action, but I don’t achieve anything.

Kieran chuckles as he kisses over my hips.

“Needy little whore,” he muses before his hands land on either side of me and he dips his tongue into my belly button.

“Please,” I beg. I know it won’t help, but the plea falls free regardless.

“Tell me, how much did you like sucking my cock earlier?” He looks up my body as his lips move toward my ribs. “Are you already thinking about doing it again?”

“Yes,” I whisper, licking my lips as if his taste still lingers.

“By the time we leave for Chicago, you’re going to take all of it. I want to watch you swallow me down.”

I nod eagerly, desperate to give him anything he wants.

“You looked so beautiful on your knees,” he tells me as his nose bumps against the underside of my breasts.

I gasp, but as good as this feels, it’s not enough.

“Kieran, please.”

“Patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”

I want to thrash and scream, but it won’t get me anywhere.

He licks around the side of my breast before kissing up my chest and to my ear.

“Beg me,” he whispers, making a shiver race down my body.

“Please, Kieran. Make me come. Plea?—”

His lips claim mine, cutting off my words.

I stretch up the best I can to continue the kiss, but I don’t have to worry because he has the same idea.

Resting on his forearms, he lowers over me, his chest brushing my nipples as he kisses me as if he’ll die without it.

Time ceases to exist, but I never lose the desperate throb that has now taken over my entire body.

He leans forward a little more, and I cry out into our kiss as his fabric-covered cock brushes against my swollen clit.

He sits up, severing our connection, and stares down at me, his eyes almost black with desire.

His smile of accomplishment takes my breath away.

“I’m going to go out tomorrow and buy you some things,” he explains.

“W-what things?”

“Things that will have you begging and pleading me to let you come.”

I swallow nervously as my mind races with options.

He means toys. Sex toys.

My stomach flutters with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

I own a vibrator. Two, actually. But something tells me this isn’t going to be as simple as a bullet vibe.

My mouth runs dry, but the pulsating of my clit gets worse.

I didn’t think it could be like this.

I gaze up at Kieran, suddenly seeing him differently from every other time I’ve looked at him.

I appreciated him being here and looking after me before. But what he’s doing now…this escape he’s giving me...I’ll never be able to thank him properly for getting me out of my head.

“O-oh.”

His smile grows as he shifts his weight onto one arm and wraps his free hand around my throat.

My pulse pounds against his gentle grip.

I never thought I’d like a possessive move like this, but it turns out, I would have been wrong.

“Please,” I whimper.

He shifts again, so he’s sitting up between my thighs, his hand still on my throat. I would say he’s pinning me in place, but we both know that I’m not going anywhere.

“You’re soaked,” he muses as his eyes drop between my legs.

I wiggle my hips, hoping to tempt him closer, to give me what I need.

“Do you think you deserve to come? Have you been good enough?”

“Yes, yes,” I chant. “Please.”

He nods, and all the air rushes from me as relief floods through me.

But instead of diving straight for where I need him, he grabs my breast, squeezing just enough to sting, not enough to hurt, which sends a powerful shot of desire straight to my core.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you?” he muses.

I don’t respond. I can’t.

‘Please,’ I mouth as he tugs on my nipple, driving me crazy.

“Christ,” he grunts, although I have no idea why. He doesn’t follow it with anything else.

But I can’t complain, because his hand skims down my stomach and finally brushes over my pussy.

I whimper in relief as he gently traces his fingertip over my desperate skin.

The second he presses two fingers against my entrance, my body tries sucking him in, and he chuckles.

“Love how desperate you are for me,” he muses.

Another noise spills from my lips, but I have no idea what it is.

“I’ll give you what you need, but only if you do something for me,” he says, refusing to give me any more.

His eyes hold mine hostage as he waits for me to respond.

“Anything,” I finally manage to whisper.

“Count.”

I frown, confused.

“C-count what?” I ask as he twitches his fingers.

“Orgasms.”

My eyes widen as understanding dawns.

“Okay?” he questions when I don’t respond.

I nod eagerly. I’ll do anything if it means he gives me more.

I want everything he can offer me.

If we’ve only got four days to indulge, there won’t be anything I’ll say no to.

We only regret the things we don’t do, as they say.

“Good,” he states as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me.

My hips jump from the bed as pleasure rushes through me and his hand on my throat tightens enough to make my eyes open.

I didn’t even realize they’d closed.

“Eyes on me, Luck. And don’t forget to count.”

He works me hard and fast, curling his fingers just so, and in only a couple of minutes, I cry out as he demands I begin counting.

“One,” I gasp as I come down from my high.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, let’s see how high you can get.”

My body trembles from the strength of my first release, but he barely gives me a second to recuperate before he goes for number two.