None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was Emily and my insane and intense attraction to her. Maybe it wasn’t rational or smart, but it couldn’t be denied. I wanted to fuck her, take her, dominate her, and leave her dripping wet on the floor begging for more.
When the driver got back to the house, I quickly got out and walked inside. My heart was beating fast in my chest and I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was unusual, since I didn’t normally have this kind of reaction to fucking an attractive woman, but apparently my body was on edge and anticipating everything she had for me.
I walked through the main lobby and headed toward her wing. Once, I was there, I knocked on her door.
There was no response. I got out my phone and checked her location, but apparently she had turned that feature off. Frowning, I knocked again, and sent her a text.
No response to either. After a few minutes, I gave up, disappointed and annoyed. I headed back to my wing and went up to my room, loosening my tie, getting ready to change into workout clothes.
When I got into my room, I stopped short, a smile spreading across my face.
Attached to the headboard were handcuffs, set up just like in my fantasy. On the pillow there was a note. I walked over and picked it up.
Put these on. I’ll be there soon. – E
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I undressed, carefully laying my suit down over a chair. I climbed into bed and hooked the handcuffs up to my wrists, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.
I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the door open and shut.
“There you are,” I said, excitement coursing through my veins.
Emily walked into the room wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She raised an eyebrow, smiling at me.
“So you can follow directions,” she said.
I nodded. “But apparently you can’t.”
“Oh, I can. But only when I went to.” She took out the phone and took a picture of me.
“What’s that for?” I asked. “A little something for later?”
“Oh, no. Just a little extra blackmail in case all this fails to pan out.”
I blinked and slowly figured out what was happening. “You naughty girl,” I said.
She smiled and did a little curtsy. “Thanks.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, and that only made her smile a bit more confused.
“I don’t know what’s funny,” she said. “You do realize that I’m not letting you go, right?”
That only made me laugh harder. I had to hand it to her, the girl was fucking funny, and apparently was very good at pranks. I was going to have to be much more careful around her from here on out.
She looked confused and finally laughed a little bit her, shaking her head. “You’re crazy, you know that, Carter?”
“I know,” I said, getting a hold of myself. “But you do realize that I’m going to get you back for this.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
Without another word, she blew me a kiss and left the room.
I leaned my head back, grinning to myself, picturing that Snap she sent me again. Fortunately, the phone had voice control, so all I had to do was call out and command it to send someone to release me, but I was going to savor this moment for another few minutes.
It wasn’t every day that someone got one over on me. Apparently, I had my hands full with Emily, and I fucking loved it.
9
Emily
The look on Carter’s face both confused and excited me in ways that I didn’t expect.
I assumed he was going to be really pissed. I figured he’d yell and maybe threaten me, the usual stuff. Instead, he seemed genuinely amused and excited by the whole thing, which seemed totally crazy to me. On the other hand, he looks so damn attractive handcuffed to that bed that I did nearly forget my plan and give in to temptation. I could have easily gotten him hard and then rode him to my heart’s content, but I had to resist that urge.
Still, the way he reacted showed me that he wasn’t just some immature playboy asshole. He could take a joke, and apparently he liked a challenge. That excited me and intrigued me more than I would have guessed.
The next morning I did feel a little bad about leaving him there. I sent him a quick text.
“If you’re still cuffed to the bed, don’t respond to this message.”
A few minutes later, he got back to me. “I was free ten minutes after you left. Although I think I owe this poor housekeeper a very large raise.”
I grinned to myself and felt a little bit better, but still. It wasn’t cool to trick him like that, and maybe I should consider apologizing.
Then again, I doubted he would apologize to me.
I had some breakfast, got into my bathing suit, and headed down to the pool. So far, living at Carter’s place hadn’t been nearly as awful as I assumed it would be. I thought it would just be months of Carter being an insufferable ass while surrounded by stupid and absurdly expensive paintings. Instead, I just lounged around the pool, enjoying my summer vacation. The whole plan was still extremely stupid and ill conceived, but at least I was having fun so far.