Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“Color?”
Panting, I whisper, “Green.”
Gazing into my wide eyes, he fondles me, pinching and
stroking my soaked folds until I’m breathlessly squirming
against his hand. Then he lightly slaps me again, making me
moan like a porn star.
It feels incredible. Hot, intense, and incredible. I want him
to do it again, but don’t dare ask.
He knows anyway.
“You could come like this, couldn’t you?”
I nod vigorously.
His lids drop. A dangerous smile curves his full lips.
“Good girl. But next time. This time, you’re not allowed to
come until you’re stuffed full of my cock and I tell you to.”
He gives my throbbing pussy another tweak with his
fingers, then rises and heads back to my dresser. As he opens
drawers and looks inside them, I move restlessly on the bed,
pulling against the ties.
The sensation of being restrained is both terrifying and
intensely erotic. I trust that Kage won’t hurt me, but there’s
still a primal element of fear at being tied up. Being helpless.
I know that’s part of what’s making it so exciting, too.
He’s going to do with me as he likes, pushing me past my
comfort level until I put the brakes on. The thought of what he
could do—what he might do, if I let him—is driving me
insane with want.
I’m one big raw, exposed nerve, electric and vulnerable.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Then Kage turns around and my heart stops dead in my
chest when I see what’s in his hands: a black silk scarf.
I know exactly what he’s going to do with it.
He murmurs, “You should see your face. Color?”
“G-green.”