“About time! I need to go to the bathroom!” she growls, spitting fire at me. God’s truth, it should be illegal for a woman to have as much fire as she does inside. She’d wear a man out if he tried to take her on fulltime. Good thing I’m not that stupid. I don’t do fulltime ever, no matter how intriguing a bitch might make the prospect seem.
“Too bad. I got shit to do. You’ll stay here.” I see the light bulb go off in her eyes. Does she think I’m dumb enough to leave her behind unwatched? Did I make it so easy for her last night that she thinks I’m a sucker? I’ll have to work harder now. My dick is practically nodding in agreement. Jesus, maybe it was better when he went a couple of months without pussy.
“What kind of business?” she asks. I could talk with her all day, but I’d rather go get shit done and “speak” with our bodies later. I grab her wrist and bring the red area to my lips. Then, I kiss the underside, letting my tongue dance along the delicate veins before kissing it again with my lips. I look at her and her breathing has changed slightly, her eyes watching me, the gray color so fucking stormy-looking my balls tighten with need.
“All better?”
“What?” she asks, distracted. I like that she can’t hide her reaction to me. Even if she tried, her body would give her away. Right now, her nipples are so fucking hard they could almost cut through my t-shirt.
This is going to piss her off more, and I’ll have to work overtime to get back between her legs tonight, but it can’t be helped. I use my other hand to grab the cuffs I had put in my back pocket and then, before she has time to react, I connect one of them back to her wrist.
“What are you doing??” she screeches.
Oh yeah, I’m going to have to come at her with my A-game to get that pussy tonight. I take her hand and kneel down on the floor. It takes some doing, but I latch it against the metal railing of the mattress frame.
“Sorry, sweetness. Honestly, I am, but I can’t trust you not to run away.”
“I can’t even stand up! You can’t leave me like this!”
“You can lay down and watch television. You’ll be fine until I get back,” I tell her, situating her on the bed despite her protests. Then, I put the remote control beside her.
“You can’t do this! What if the motel catches on fire? You could kill me!”
“I’ll be gone an hour, tops. You’ll be fine,” I tell her, annoyed when her plea manages to make me actually worry.
“Don’t do this, Torch. If you leave me tied up alone, I will hate you,” she whispers, her voice deadly still.
“One hour, sweetness, that’s it. Behave now,” I tell her trying to keep my voice light while dismissing her. I need to know more of Katie’s secrets, I think, but not right now. I open up the door to find Sabre and Latch waiting not so patiently.
“Are you ready?” Sabre asks.
“Yeah, in just a minute.”
“Torch,” Katie shouts from the bed. “If you leave me like this, I will scream until the police come!”
“No one will hear you, but hey, go ahead. It’ll give me a good reason to gag you next time,” I respond.
She screams. When I turn around to tell her that she just bought herself punishment, the remote control comes whizzing at my head. I barely have time to duck before it shatters against the door frame and busts, falling into pieces like it was confetti.
Sabre and Latch laugh their heads off.
“I hate you, you limp-dick motherfucker!!” Katie screams louder. That only makes Sabre and Latch laugh harder.
“That was your last chance,” I tell her. “We’ll see how limp you think my cock is when you’re choking on it tonight.” With that, I slam the door on her screams.
Sabre and Latch are still laughing. Hell, I think Sabre’s laughed so hard, the asshole has tears coming out of his eyes.
“This trip back to Kentucky ought to be fun,” says Latch. I ignore the motherfuckers and jump on my bike.
“Hey, Torch. Before we head back to that spitfire’s house, let’s run by the pharmacy we saw in town.”
“What the fuck for? You know Skull’s waiting for a report.”
“Aye, that I do, brother, but I’m more worried about your dick. Maybe they can find you some little blue pills to help you out with your problem. I’ve never needed them, but I hear they can work wonders for men like—”
I start up my bike to drown the motherfuckers out. I’m going to kill them, then give Katie something to scream about later.
I lie here in shock. I can’t do much else. I hate the feeling of being tied up and having no control. Being abandoned. It’s a feeling I’m more than a little familiar with and I fucking hate it. The fact that Torch is the one to do it this time is just salt in an open wound.