But does she want it?

She did come on my cock, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be with me.

Turning her to face me, I grab her jaw, which pushes up her cheeks. “You came without permission, Bridge.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she stutters.

“You know better than that.”

She lowers her lashes. I hate that she still looks attractive to me, especially with her cheeks flushed from having just come.

“What’s the matter?” I ask. “You out of practice?”

She looks at me with emotions too mixed for me to figure out. “Yes. I—I haven’t been with anyone…”

I snort. “You expect me to believe you?”

Glancing down briefly, she doesn’t object right away. That upsets me.

I reach between her legs. “Who’d you give my pussy to?”

Her lashes flutter as I stroke her flesh.

“Who’d you get wet for?” I ask.

She moans before answering, “No one.”

“No one? What about Dante?”

She looks distressed.

“Thought so,” I say with anger as I rub her clitoris.

A few minutes later, she starts to whimper and squirm. Withdrawing my fingers, I place them in her mouth. She knows to suck my digits clean. My cock stiffens at the suction upon my fingers.

But first, there’s the matter of her punishment.

I tear off her panties, a flimsy and somewhat old pair. I bought her nice underwear when she was with me, but she doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. Opening her mouth, I shove the panties between her lips. Stepping away, I look around and see cords of rope hanging on one wall. I pick a monofilament polypropylene rope. My favorite is jute, but this will still work well. After unwinding the rope, I tie a knot into it. I wrap the rope about her hips and between her legs, securing the knot right at her clit. Taking another cord of rope, I bend one of her legs, bind her ankle to the top of the thigh, and slip the rope under her knee before tossing it over a pipe overhead. With one leg hoisted in the air, she wobbles on her standing leg. The high heels she has on don’t help.

Good.

Grabbing my wet shirt, I look at her one last time before heading out and closing the basement door behind me.

Chapter 2

BRIDGET

Past

The door swings open, slamming against the wall, leaving a dent where the doorknob hit it.

“Amy!” Simone admonishes my roommate from where she and I sit at the table having leftover pizza for breakfast.

“You won’t believe this!” Amy squeals.

“I’ll put door stop on our shopping list,” I tell Simone.

“You guys! You will not believe where I just got invited to next weekend!”

I have a feeling her invitation resembles the one I received from Darren last night. Part of me doesn’t believe Darren was serious.

“The John Legend concert?” Simone guesses.

“He plays the following weekend,” I tell her.

Amy hops up and down. “No, it’s not John Legend. It’s Thailand!”