A Good Girl Christmas (The Season Book 4) by Sam Hall

Author:Sam Hall [Hall, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

He stared up at me, Marcus, the fabric wrapped tight around his mouth as I moved closer still, stroking just the tips of my fingers through the loose halo of his hair, down the sharp angle of his cheekbone, until they met the gag. I slid them over it, feeling through the fabric until I found his lips, tracing their outline through the silk. He let out a little sound, then frowned, obviously frustrated by the restriction on communication, and I just smiled.

“You were always beautiful, Marcus,” I said, feeling a strange lightness inside me as I moved closer. “I saw you at school. Everyone did. Marcus McCallum—your name was sighed over and scribbled on exercise books and toilet stall walls. You seemed to stride down the halls of our high school like you owned every inch of them.” I traced the line of his throat, felt his Adam’s apple convulse frantically. “That’s what makes it so hard to be with you now.”

His gaze sharpened, as if the sheer intensity there could communicate what he wanted to say, but it didn’t.

“Sometimes I don’t know if I’m mated to the man” —my fingers tightened around one nipple, the edges of my nails biting in slightly, something that had him moaning— “or the myth. The bullshit you pulled, continue to pull, it brought us together.” I stepped a little closer, forced now to straddle one of his knees. “But it keeps us apart too.”

“Amen to that,” Bren said, leaning over Marcus’ shoulder to claim my cherry red mouth. I’d gone high drama with my makeup, hoping to add to the effect. He pulled back just a bit. “Treating everything like a game means everyone’s just a player.”

“We become focussed on the rules and the score and who’s in front.”

Marcus was never going to just sit there and let me monologue, so his hands tried to speak for him, reaching up, sliding down my rib cage to encircle my waist, pulling me down, back to him. With his hands free, he’d be able to yank down that gag, tell me all the things he wanted to say or that he thought I wanted to hear, and on we’d go, just like before.

But not this time.

“Naughty, naughty,” I said, staring down at Marcus. “Bren, the ropes?”

He chuckled as he went to retrieve the long lengths of silken rope from one of the cupboards.

“Well, that didn’t take long, did it. Bind him to the chair, love?”

“I think so.”

Bren came to stand at the back of Marcus’ chair, sliding a hand under his chin, forcing his head up as he looped the rope around Marcus’ chest.

“What we’ll do is some simple bindings, OK?” I nodded. “You can get real fancy, make it really hot-looking, especially if you get into shibari, but for today, it’s gonna be like this.” Bren made a loop in the rope, showing it to me, and then, while holding the other end, he demonstrated creating a link that tied Marcus’ chest to the chair.

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