Shaw
What’swrongwithme?
I woke up foggy, without the slightest idea of where I was or what had happened. With a groan, I tried to rub at my face, but my hand wouldn’t cooperate. I tugged again. My eyes flew open. What the hell? My heart galloped in my chest, and I came around fully. I was stretched out on my back on my bed, both my hands tied at the wrists to the headboard. My feet were secured with ropes that circled my ankles.
I yanked both my arms and then my legs, but the ropes didn’t give. No way was I getting out of these bonds unless someone untied me.
Ari.
I jerked my head around. Ari was snuggled up in bed beside me. His chest rose and fell with his even breathing. So he’d tied me to the bed when I was knocked out and then got into bed with me?
“Ari,” I called his name, my voice coming out as a croak. “Ari, wake up and untie me.”
He shifted, one stocking-clad leg running smoothly up mine. “Daddy?” He stretched languorously, a soft, sexy purr escaping his lips that jolted my dick. How could he do these despicable things and still manage to arouse me?
“Untie me.”
He sat up in the bed, the light from the bedside lamp swathing his skin in a light glow. He was still wearing the lace thong and gartered stockings.
“Not yet.” He placed a finger in the center of my naked chest and ran it down the hair on my stomach. “I need something from you first. Something you’ve been denying both of us.”
I frowned, jerking at my right hand. “Ari, you need help.”
He smiled, leaned over, and licked my left nipple. “I know. And that’s why you’re going to help me feel so good tonight, Daddy. So, so good.”
The bed dipped as he rolled off and stretched. His ass tightened, and as he relaxed, he reached a hand behind him to fix the thong that had slipped between his cheeks. He righted the waistband of the lacy underwear, then blew me a kiss.
“I won’t be long.”
“Ari, don’t—”
He disappeared into the bathroom. I stared up at the ceiling. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I was trussed up so well there was no way I was getting out of the restraints until he was good and ready to release me. Still, I yanked at the ropes, only to have a sharp pain stabbing my wrists.
Ari returned to the bedroom with a dildo in hand. While not as long as my dick, it was almost the same thickness. He hopped up onto the bed on his knees and brandished the dildo. “You’re so big, Daddy. I’m not sure I can take all of you without prepping real good.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you, Ari.”
“Of course, you are.” He licked the dildo indecently. “Everyone wants to have sex with me.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re lying.” He used his free hand to cup my cock. “You’re already getting hard.”
“I won’t have sex with you, Ari. What are you going to do? Force me?”
“I know you want it,” he said. “And you’re going to love it. My other Daddy loved filling my ass. He used to call me his good little boy, but I didn’t like it. I only want to be your good little boy.”
I tried another tactic. “If you do this, you’re not a good boy, Ari. Good boys don’t force their Daddies to do something they don’t want to do.”
“But this is different. When Daddies don’t know what they want, good boys remind Daddies.”
He leaned over me and planted his lips firmly against mine. I closed my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed me just the same, his tongue running over my bottom lip. Thank god he moved on to my jaw because I’d have given in and kissed him back. His lips were so soft and sweet against mine. Holy hell, how was I supposed to keep up the façade that I didn't like what he was doing? Lying with him in bed at night was torture. He thought I couldn't sleep at night because of what he’d done to Rich? I couldn't because I was too busy trying not to touch him.
“Ari,” I gasped his name when he rained kisses down my neck. His lips left hot trails all the way to my tingling left nipple.
“I love your nipples so much.” His eyes were heavy with desire. “They’re thick and hairy. Makes me want to suck on them like a little baby. Can I suck on them, Daddy?”
Oh god, I couldn't speak. The wrong thing might come out, like telling him yes when I meant to say no.