Free Tied to the Tycoon by Chloe Cox

slack on the line.
    Ava looked out on the city and up at the windows of other apartments.
    “Jackson, the window…”
    “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
    Ava took a deep breath and scooted up to the edge of the chest, the metal studs along its edges digging into her soft skin. She risked another quick look to the window. She wished she hadn’t; it was dark outside now, and there were lights on in other apartments. She must be completely visible to anyone who cared to look. She brought her cuffed hands to her chin, hiding her breasts, and gingerly began to spread her legs.
    “Wider, Ava,” Jackson said, frowning. “Don’t mess around.”
    Why was this so difficult? To just spread bare, like that. Even in front of Jackson. Perhaps especially in front of Jackson.
    Slowly she inched her legs apart, balancing on her toes, until her legs could get no wider. She’d always been flexible. Her chest fluttered nervously as she hugged her breasts with her arms, her hands still cuffed together, until she looked up and saw Jackson’s face, raw and hungry and utterly uncomposed for the first time since they’d been reunited. He was staring at her with his mouth slightly open. For a moment, she thought he might jump up right then and…
    “Very nice,” he said hoarsely.
    She smiled.
    “First question,” he said, rising from his seat and walking towards her. “What is your favorite sexual fantasy?”
    Ava blinked. She had a lot of fantasies. One by one, they flashed across her mind, but she didn’t focus on the sex, or the situations, or those key moments that made any fantasy a…fantasy. For the first time, Ava realized that the one thing they all had in common was the kind of man—or the man—who starred in the leading role.
    It was shattering.
    Had she really been thinking about him all these years? Had it really been always, only, forever him? What the hell was she doing here, thinking she could get away with just sex, that this wouldn’t…
    “Ava.”
    He was standing over her now, looking down. He wrapped the length of black rope around one of his hands and began to pull.
    “Stay where you are, keep your legs spread, and answer me .”
    She saw the coils of rope begin to pile up, and she felt the tug on her wrists. Slowly, the rope began to pull her wrists up and back, towards the ceiling behind her, forcing her to uncover her breasts. He kept going until her arms were held up above her head, bent at the elbows. She was totally bare now. Physically.
    “Ava…”
    “This,” she said softly. “Being tied down. Captured. Taken.”
    By you.
    Jackson locked the rope and knelt down beside her. He reached for the spreader bar at her feet, then stopped, his gaze falling on her spread sex. He placed one large hand on her knee and slowly pushed up the length of her leg, his thumb pressing into her thigh, until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he bent down to kiss her between the legs. Ava felt his lips surround her clit, and his hot tongue worked on her until she uttered a low, begging moan.
    She cried out in protest when he pulled away. He turned back to the spreader bar, as though he hadn’t just sent her sky high only to leave her there without release. Her legs were shaking as he fastened the cuffs to her ankles. She couldn’t close her legs now if she wanted to.
    “You’re lucky, Ava,” he said, resting his hands on her hips as he looked at her face. “You remember that first question, the one you answered ‘yes’ to so bravely?”
    She nodded, trying not to breathe too hard.
    “The question was whether or not you’d be allowed to come.”
    “Oh, please,” she begged.
    He laughed.
    “Next question,” he said, and selected a large, textured, blue vibrator. “I want to know more about these fantasies. What do you think about? What gets you off?”
    She shook her head, afraid to speak. She wasn’t trying to be disobedient; she just didn’t want to tell him the whole truth. He’d be gone in a week.