There’s only one option here. And she ain’t gonna like it one bit.

Ten minutes later I return from the garage and set my shit down behind the big wing-backed armchair in my room. I throw open the curtains. “Rise and shine, Warrior Princess.”

She moans and rolls over, throwing the pillow over her head with a grunt. Her arse is out of the covers and I tilt my head to the side in order to see her pussy better, then I lick my lips and move towards the bed. Ivy pokes her head up and glares at me. “Go away.”

“Can’t. I’m up,” I say, pointedly staring at the hard-on tryin’ to bust its way out of my jeans. “So you gotta be up, too.”

“Fuck you.”

I laugh. “You really shouldn’t tempt me.”

Ivy rolls away from me, covering her eyes from the window with the crook of her elbow. I climb onto the bed, and lower my head to her pert little arse and that fuckin’ delectable pussy that I haven’t had for far too long. I sweep my tongue along the length of her, from arsehole to clit, and then I shift closer, and bury my face deeper. She tilts her hips, squirms, but she doesn’t pull away, and she doesn’t try to stop me. In fact, it’s just the opposite.

I use my whole face to push her closer to the brink—my mouth, beard, even my fuckin’ nose is all up in her shit, and she’s lovin’ every second of it, if her moans and her fingers clawing at my scalp are anything to go by.

“Oh. Tank, oh yes, right fucking there.”

I listen to her breathing. The ragged inhalation and the soft moans as her breath catches in her throat tell me she’s close. I pull away and get to my feet, dragging her to the end of the bed and hoisting her up over my shoulder. She cries out in protest. “Why the hell did you stop?”

“Shut up,” I say, and dump her into the chair. Ivy squeals, and attempts to get up, but when she sees the need on my face she gives me a shy smile—rare for her—and drapes her legs over the arms, opening for me. I go to work, licking and sucking, shoving my fingers inside her.

I finger-bang her rough and hard, ensuring I catch that little soft spot inside her that makes her come undone. She shudders, trembling head to toe, her legs quaking in that uncontrollable way that women sometimes do if you treat them real nice. Her hands claw at my scalp, and I wince. I’m gonna have gouges in my skull soon if she doesn’t knock it off. Ivy throws her head back, her hips pumping in time with my thrusts.

“Oh God. I’m going to come.” She pants. I pull my fingers from her body and lick them clean, and then I ignore the obscenities she hurls at me as I pick up the rope that I dumped there earlier. Gently, I push her back against the chair. “What are you doing?”

“Making this fun,” I say.

She shakes her head, and replies in a breathless tone that has my cock jerkin’ in my pants. “I thought it already was?”

“Then I’m making it more fun,” I deadpan.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she whispers, and though I know she said she doesn’t want to, she looks hopeful.

“No,” I say, leaning down and kissing her mouth, because I can’t help myself. I want her to taste herself on my lips. I want her to understand how fuckin’ completely she possesses me. But that’s not why we’re here. I wrap the rope tightly around her body, crisscrossing it over her chest and around the back of the chair. She giggles as it slides over her breasts and slips into place beneath her big, beautiful tits.

“Tank I need to come,” she whispers.

“I know, baby, but you’re gonna have to wait a little longer,” I say, tying off the rope at the back of the chair and testing its strength. It’ll hold.

“What?”

“I got club business, and you can’t be trusted not to leave.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Her tone is low and bursting with bitterness.

“Wish I was. And I wish to fuck I didn’t have to run out and leave you like this, because fuck me, I want inside you so bad right now.”

She wriggles against her restraints. Let her try. She ain’t gettin’ outta that hold. I’ve done it a thousand times, tied up fuckers this way. Tied ’em to chairs, or strung them from a hook in the ceiling and split their bellies open, until everything just falls out on the floor, a putrid mess of stinkin’ bowels, guts and blood. They shake as they watch on in horror and disbelief. Of course they don’t watch on for long. Nobody ever got out of one of my ropes, and they all had a lot more to lose than Ivy.

“You can’t leave me here, Tank,” she says.

“Actually, I can.” I kiss the top of her head and she yanks away from me, but her restraints keep her from going very far.

“Tank. Fuck. Tank, don’t leave me here like this. Tank!” she shouts, and I won’t lie, the sound practically breaks me in half, but I got a job to do and I’m not risking her runnin’ again. Last time I found her out in the middle of the road, high as a fuckin’ kite. It’s been a few days since that headfuck. Some things have changed, some haven’t, and I don’t know with one hundred per cent certainty that she would run again, but I can’t say that she wouldn’t either. And that’s enough for me.

Ivy’s a resourceful girl; she may not have any money, a phone, or a whole lot of self-preservation, but she’s got a killer rack, legs that go on for days and the sweetest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. It wouldn’t take her very long to find trouble. Trouble would happily find her in a heartbeat. And what’s more, she’d probably like it.

I can’t risk that shit again. No. This way she might be mad, but she’ll still be fucking me by the end of the day, because I don’t plan to just untie her when I get home. I’m going to take that fuckin’ pussy any way I want, and she’s gonna damn well fuckin’ enjoy it. I’ll make sure of it, ’cause I’m done fucking playin’ games with her. I want her so bad my balls ache, but I want more than that too—I want the fuckin’ bullshit fairy-tale. I don’t just want to possess her body; I want her heart, too. Which means I’m fuckin’ screwed. Any way you paint that shit, I’m screwed.

When I get back, Ivy’s sleeping. I lean in the doorway and watch her for a moment. She has dark circles around her eyes and her skin is pale and sallow, but she’s still the most fuckin’ perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I step into the room and she startles. I smile down at her and she gives me a sleepy little grin and then she remembers where she is and thrashes against the restraints.

“You let me out of here, you fuck,” she says, through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I think I should probably keep you tied up a little longer,” I say, grinning like a fuckin’ idiot because looking at her, seein’ her tied up in my bedroom, just made every single one of my fantasies come true. “Come to think of it, why have we never done this before?”

“Fuck you.”

I sit on the bed opposite her and reach out, squeezing her knee, sliding my hand up her thigh until she squirms. “Maybe it’s because I know I don’t need it to keep you here.”

“Yeah? Tell that to the rope cutting into my flesh, arsehole.”

“Face it, Ivy,” I say. “You might be in love with my brother, but I don’t gotta do half the shit he does to you to get you off. Why is that, do you think?”

For a second it looks as if I just slapped her upside the head. It’s as though she’s never thought about it, but she can see the truth in my words now, and she’s not happy about it. Without missing a beat, she lurches forward and snaps, “Because I fake it with you.”

I laugh. “Bitch, you can’t fake the leg shake. There’s no faking that. I call bullshit.”

I kneel between her legs, placing my hands on her knees and spreading her thighs. Her nipples form two hard little peaks and I reach out and slide my warm hands across one of her glorious tits. She tries to pull away, but she can’t on account of being tied to the fucking chair. Exactly where I want her. “You been holdin’ out on me too long, baby. Does it make you feel good? Does it make you feel powerful to know that I want you?”