me that it’s a new day. The rain has stopped at long last and the clouds aren’t as thick or as menacing as they have been. Berrin is shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung jogging pants, showing off defined pecs, a six pack and that v-muscle all men wish they had but only a few actually do. Tattooed on his chest is an asymmetric tattoo of a bear that almost covers the entirety of his torso, its mouth is open in a roar. A smattering of dark hair runs in a line below his belly button and disappears beneath the waistband of his joggers. He’s the epitome of masculinity and the kind of man any woman would fall on their knees for.
“Berrin?” I question, my voice edged with a sudden heady dose of lust. My head is telling me it’s wrong to feel this way given I’m tied up without my consent, and yet my body is speaking a different language altogether, as though it’s remembering how it felt before and wants to recreate that feeling. My clit begins to throb, the pulse in my neck thumps with anticipation and the sudden rash of goosebumps that cover my skin from head to foot reminds me that I’m entirely naked, bare for this man. This time the yearning isn’t overwhelming or painful, but entirely as it should be, or at least as it should be if I’d asked to be tied up this way. Again, I should be afraid. This doesn’t make any sense.
“Berrin?” I question again, a little louder than before.
Hearing me this time, his eyes snap open. “You’re awake. I was worried about you,” he says, his lips curling up in a sexy smile as he runs a large hand through his hair.
“Worried? I’m tied up…” I point out.
My eyes meet his and there’s no mistaking the sinful thoughts running through his head as his eyes lower and he runs his gaze over the length of me. It’s just as well I’m covered up. Then again, he must’ve seen me naked already given I’m not wearing the t-shirt and underwear from before. He makes a kind of growling noise and I can’t help but drop my gaze to his crotch and the outline of his erection that seems impossibly big. I wonder what he tastes like. My cheeks blush at that rogue thought. Swallowing hard, I rip my gaze back up to his face. I should be screaming, instead I’m thinking thoughts that shouldn’t be crossing my mind right now in this vulnerable state.
“That’s right, darling. Like I said, we were worried about you,” he replies, his voice a melodious rumble that has my toes curling into the fur beneath me.
“So worried you decided to tie me up naked to this bed?” I retort indignantly, trying to cover up the fact that I’m turned on, not afraid.
“It was for your own good,” Berrin responds, leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin on his knuckles as he stares at me, his green eyes glinting with amusement and lust. Lots and lots of lust.
“My own good?” I parrot back.
“Don’t you remember what you did…?” He tips his head to the side, watching me closely.
“What I did…?”
“Yes, you lost control. I’m not sure many men would turn you down when you were so eager to be fucked like that. The bath might have cooled your temperature, but it didn’t cool your desire to fuck. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he admits, looking at me curiously.
“Wait, what?”
“You practically climbed up Franklin like he was a pole. Begging him to fuck you. I had to restrain you.”
“I didn’t…”
“You did, darling… In all honesty, I don’t even know how Franklin managed to rip himself away from you.”
My cheeks flame both with embarrassment and with need. I can feel that desire building again, and I try to push it away, needing to make sense of all of this. “Please, untie me,” I say.
Berrin grins and there’s something about his smile that gives me pause. I watch as he pushes up from his chair, the muscles in his arms flexing as he moves. When he perches next to me on the bed, he reaches over and pushes a strand of hair off my face. His warm fingertips linger on my cheek as he looks at me intently with those green eyes of his.
“I’m not sure why they thought it best to leave you with me, because fuck knows I’ve been hard for you