Working Out the Kinks (Chain) by Kara Winters Read Free Book Online Page B

tiny circling of his thumb around my nipple wasn’t helping the matter.
    “You did very well tonight,” I heard him tell me. My head lolled to the side, against my fastened arm and the warm feeling of his chest was close to my face as he started to untie me. With one more sweep of my lashes, my eyes shut.
    “Thank you, Sir.” I thought I heard myself say it out loud, but my mind was already drifting off.

 

     
    I slept so soundly that I barely noticed I had been chained to the bedpost until I opened my eyes and stretched my limbs. The collar I wore last night was still tight around my neck, but the leash had been replaced by a thick metal chain. The chain draped across Eric’s crisp white bedding and was strung up high, locked in place at the headboard above. I tried lifting myself and had to fall back against my elbows because I found I couldn’t move much else. The blinds were drawn, letting only a small amount of the morning light in. I groaned and rested back down on the bed.
    A warm hand snuck around my waist and dragged me in against a hard body. I closed my eyes and smiled, enjoying the feel of Eric pressed into my backside. He brushed away the hair from my neck to kiss my skin, nibbling at it playfully with his teeth.
    “Roll over to your stomach,” he whispered. Still half-groggy, I turned and moved into the position he wanted. Eric rolled with me, pressing himself over me. He urged my hips to rise up and he held me close. I felt his stiff cock pushing at my thigh, guided by his hand in search of my entrance.
    With my legs, I shifted to help him find what he was looking for and gasped as he pushed his hardness deep into me. Eric purred at the contact and held me firm with his hands on his hips. He wasted no time in fucking me, pounding against the backs of my thighs relentlessly. I grasped the chains around my wrists to hold me up and help push back against him.
    My body had gone slick with need, his thrusts moving faster in rhythm. In minutes, I was listening to the sounds of his grunts and gasps as he came, hard and strong. Eric’s hips continued to push against mine, eventually coming to a slow halt before he fell back against the bed. I turned and found him with one arm draped across his face, his lips parted.
    It was when I began to lay still once more that I noticed the tingling in my arms and legs. They were sore, and upon further observation, I noticed marks matching the ropes he used the night before.
    Eric sat up and swung his legs over his side of the bed. He stood and went into the bathroom. I only caught a glimpse of the room before he shut the door and wished I could have seen more. I waited patiently for him to return, as I had no other choice. I rested my head on my arms and drew in a sigh. I was sore and really needed a shower. On cue, my stomach growled with hunger. Hopefully he would allow me to take care of some of my basic needs.
    He remerged and didn’t make eye contact with me. He walked around the bedroom and opened the drapes with a dramatic push of his hands. I squinted while trying to adjust to the brightness of the sun.
    “I’ll be busy this weekend, but I still expect you to behave on your own. I’d like for you to see Whitney and take her out to lunch. She’ll be over later tonight and I will ask her about her day,” he explained, keeping his back to me the entire time as he admired the view outside. I wondered if his neighbors could see him, standing there nude. I smiled, imagining the scenario. But when I looked closer at him, my smile faded slowly. Upon his back, in methodical lines and slashes, were faint scars covering his smooth muscles. My brow fused as I studied the marks. They were old, nothing less than a few years, but they were deep enough to make a permanent score.
    He turned and walked back to the bed to sit down. He reached into the table next to me and pulled out a set of small keys. The first to go were the ankle chains, which he unlatched and helped