Chapter Fifty-three

He pulled out a riding crop and blindfold, then tossed the box to the other side of the room.

"What is that? I asked him.

"Some new toys I bought for our enjoyment; I know you will like them."

"No, I do not; what I would like is for you to untie me and let me go."

He smiled, then came close to me; he sat beside me on the bed and whispered in my ear, "You already know that it is a lie; you do not want me to untie you; instead, you want me to put my mouth on you to lick in the places that you ache in."

I reined in my moan by closing my lips tightly against each other because I ached in my core for him.

He smiled, then dropped the riding crop beside me, took the blindfold, and moved closer to my face.

"You better not put that on me, Reagan, or I will kick you," I said while tugging at the cuffs, but he brought my head up and placed it anyway.

I butted into Reagan's right hand, hoping to get him to stop, but he did not seem to mind; he just continued positioning the blindfold well. I deci