Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
Maddie's eyes widen as I loop it around her wrists, binding them behind her back, tight but not hurting.
"What if Mom wakes up? What if she comes down for water?"
"Then be quiet." My voice is a growl. I spin her around, pressing her chest to the cold counter, her ass out toward me. She gasps at the chill, arching instinctively. My hand slides up her thigh, under her skirt. No panties—just bare, smooth skin, already slick. "Slut," I mutter, fingers grazing her folds. "Out with him like this? No underwear?"