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Without skipping a beat, Carter dipped his head and lowered his lips to mine as his hands tightened their grip around my wrists. I moaned feverishly into the kiss and hooked my legs around his waist as I felt his erection strain against the zipper of his slacks.
He broke away from the kiss and lowered his hands from mine to gaze at me with desire swirling in his eyes. I held back a frustrated moan as he looked at me and bucked my hips forward to gain some sort of friction against the bed.
"Please Carter," I pleaded, looking up at him with pouty lips
He simply smirked then tilted his head up at me and looked at my hands as they stayed closed together above my head.
"You like being tied up,"
My eyes widened at his claim and I looked at him, appalled.
How did he know?
He nodded his head towards my hands that were still above my head and a blush crept over my cheeks, "Your hands are still up even though I dropped them. You must want me to keep them up there for you,"
His words made my blush deepen and I moved my hands to my side as if I was a child caught for stealing. I lowered my gaze to the sheets under me and kept my attention there, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by his judgment. I didn't want to be humiliated or ashamed by my sexual desires. Especially not by Carter.
"Don't be scared or ashamed, Angel. You may not want to believe it, but you are submissive in bed. You always have and I'm starting to think that you always will be,"
My attitude spiked at his words and with anyone else I would've raised my gun to place a bullet between their eyes for insulting me, but it was different with Carter. I didn't want him to be right but I also didn't want him to be wrong.
Being submissive doesn't have to be bad, right?
When I simply looked up at him and blinked, he nodded his head and raised himself up from the bed, still maintaining eye contact with me.
I almost reached out for him but I kept my hands glued by my side and waited for him.
"Do you want me to tie you up?" He asked as he walked over to his closet
I moved to nod my head, but he looked over his shoulder and tilted his head, almost daring me to, "Yes,"
The word was desperate and breathless as it fell from my lips but he simply smirked and turned back in the closet and rummaged through its contents to find something.
Suddenly, he nodded to himself as he stretched two silky black scarves between his fingers.
My eyebrows furrowed at him as he turned around fully and looked at me with darkened eyes and approached me again.
"Lift your arms,"
His tone was soft and delicate, but his words were laced with dominance and desire. A dangerous combination that made me do exactly what he asked.
He nodded in approval as I crossed my wrists over each other and stood beside me to wrap the scarf around them securely.
I gasped at the feeling of the silk binding my skin and when he stepped back, I pulled at them blindly to test them out.
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His Unrequited Lover
Romance"I don't fucking care about what they said. Do you understand me? You were mine before and you're mine now, Angel," His thrusts became brutal as I struggled to keep myself balanced on the bed beneath us. My moans slipped into the pillow that was hol...