think we both know it's time you sat her down and came clean," he says, motioning to the bartender for his own drink, and taking the seat next to me.
"Darius, we've been friends a long time. You know I do things when I'm good and ready." It’s how I’ve always been. I wait for the perfect moment and orchestrate events to my satisfaction. He should know that by now. Fuck, it’s partly how we’ve made a lot of our millions together.
"I don't know how you're able to keep it together when she's around. Valentina is gorgeous, no question. But she's fucking crazy."
I just smile at him and take one last drink of my beer. She is fucking crazy, but harmless, and for some reason I find myself toying with her. I hope it doesn't blow up in my face. I push the half-full bottle away and check my watch.
Fridays are normally guys’ night, and a few of us meet here to have some drinks, play some darts or pool, and then head home. Most of us are in our mid-thirties, but only a couple are attached. It's a good way to end a long work week, but I'm not feeling it tonight.
I feel anxious, and I’m ready to go home, I say my goodbyes and head out. I hop in the back of my town car, and my driver takes me to my building.
I wave to the three security guards manning the desk, and go to the elevator. When I get inside, I can feel my hands starting to twitch, so I take deep breaths to relax myself. I'm almost home.
The doors open, revealing my penthouse, and I nod to the guard standing outside. I key in the access code, unbolt the front door, and as soon as I'm inside, I bolt the door again.
Strolling in, I toss my suit jacket on the back of the couch as I make my way to the bar. I see a glass perfectly set beside the bottle of scotch, and I smile. I pour myself two fingers, bringing the glass to my lips and tilting it, but not actually drinking it. I'm not sure if she's watching so I try to make it look good. I walk through the house as I normally would, getting ready for bed. When I go to the bedroom, it's all I can do not to laugh when I see her shoes peeking out from under the curtain in the corner.
I brush my teeth, and then decide at the last minute to get completely naked. No sense in making her do all the work.
Not touching my cock is torture, and I keep thinking about everything else besides Valentina and her body. I climb under the covers and lie back. After a few minutes, my breathing is slow and even. I'm nowhere near sleep, but I need to appear to be.
A little time goes by before I hear her. The chair scoots a little across the floor as she sneaks out, and I can barely keep my face expressionless. God, she's fucking adorable.
Once I feel her presence at the end of the bed, I try to relax. As she pulls back the covers, I will my cock not to respond. I should get a Purple Heart for this because it's pretty goddamn painful.
I can feel her eyes on my cock she looks over my naked body. Does she like what she sees? Am I enough for her? God, I wish I could see her. She's so beautiful and perfect. To see her looking at me like this would be heaven.
A second later I feel something soft wrap around my wrists, and I try not to flinch. Holy fuck. Did she just tie me to the bed?
When I feel the binds around my ankle, I just decide to go with it. I want to see how far she'll take this. These binds won't hold me from her, but I'll let her think that. I let her think a lot of things.
After she spends a moment admiring her handiwork, I feel her climb onto the bed.
CHAPTER SIX
ARCHER
I look down as she climbs onto the bed, and I see her naked body. It’s all I can do not to pull free the restraints and grab her. But I just breathe and try to give her the illusion she’s looking for. She wants to be in control, and I want her to think she is. It’s how it’s been from the beginning.
All this time she’s thought she’s had the control. It’d be a shame to change that now. All that work for nothing.
From the first moment I saw
"Darius, we've been friends a long time. You know I do things when I'm good and ready." It’s how I’ve always been. I wait for the perfect moment and orchestrate events to my satisfaction. He should know that by now. Fuck, it’s partly how we’ve made a lot of our millions together.
"I don't know how you're able to keep it together when she's around. Valentina is gorgeous, no question. But she's fucking crazy."
I just smile at him and take one last drink of my beer. She is fucking crazy, but harmless, and for some reason I find myself toying with her. I hope it doesn't blow up in my face. I push the half-full bottle away and check my watch.
Fridays are normally guys’ night, and a few of us meet here to have some drinks, play some darts or pool, and then head home. Most of us are in our mid-thirties, but only a couple are attached. It's a good way to end a long work week, but I'm not feeling it tonight.
I feel anxious, and I’m ready to go home, I say my goodbyes and head out. I hop in the back of my town car, and my driver takes me to my building.
I wave to the three security guards manning the desk, and go to the elevator. When I get inside, I can feel my hands starting to twitch, so I take deep breaths to relax myself. I'm almost home.
The doors open, revealing my penthouse, and I nod to the guard standing outside. I key in the access code, unbolt the front door, and as soon as I'm inside, I bolt the door again.
Strolling in, I toss my suit jacket on the back of the couch as I make my way to the bar. I see a glass perfectly set beside the bottle of scotch, and I smile. I pour myself two fingers, bringing the glass to my lips and tilting it, but not actually drinking it. I'm not sure if she's watching so I try to make it look good. I walk through the house as I normally would, getting ready for bed. When I go to the bedroom, it's all I can do not to laugh when I see her shoes peeking out from under the curtain in the corner.
I brush my teeth, and then decide at the last minute to get completely naked. No sense in making her do all the work.
Not touching my cock is torture, and I keep thinking about everything else besides Valentina and her body. I climb under the covers and lie back. After a few minutes, my breathing is slow and even. I'm nowhere near sleep, but I need to appear to be.
A little time goes by before I hear her. The chair scoots a little across the floor as she sneaks out, and I can barely keep my face expressionless. God, she's fucking adorable.
Once I feel her presence at the end of the bed, I try to relax. As she pulls back the covers, I will my cock not to respond. I should get a Purple Heart for this because it's pretty goddamn painful.
I can feel her eyes on my cock she looks over my naked body. Does she like what she sees? Am I enough for her? God, I wish I could see her. She's so beautiful and perfect. To see her looking at me like this would be heaven.
A second later I feel something soft wrap around my wrists, and I try not to flinch. Holy fuck. Did she just tie me to the bed?
When I feel the binds around my ankle, I just decide to go with it. I want to see how far she'll take this. These binds won't hold me from her, but I'll let her think that. I let her think a lot of things.
After she spends a moment admiring her handiwork, I feel her climb onto the bed.
CHAPTER SIX
ARCHER
I look down as she climbs onto the bed, and I see her naked body. It’s all I can do not to pull free the restraints and grab her. But I just breathe and try to give her the illusion she’s looking for. She wants to be in control, and I want her to think she is. It’s how it’s been from the beginning.
All this time she’s thought she’s had the control. It’d be a shame to change that now. All that work for nothing.
From the first moment I saw
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