Free Bound Obedience (Dark Possessions Book 1) by Nadia Nightside Page B

“It’s more the other way around, actually.”
    Yasmin’s eyebrows raised up. “Impossible! I cannot believe it! You are handsome! Young! What is the word...a stud! That is what you are!”
    She slid on arm on his back, maneuvering him through the store. One big, delectable tit landed on his arm. He could feel the pressure in his pants starting to build. Soon, he’d have a hard-on. But somehow, with Yasmin so near, that did not seem like such an issue. Previously, it would have made him die with embarrassment.
    But again, with her, this feeling of wrongness that he had trained himself with was somehow morphing to rightness. She was a beautiful woman. Of course he should have a hard-on. He was a man, after all, and fucking gorgeous women was what men did.
    Wow, what a feeling.
    She took him to a shelf arranged with many closed boxes.
    “This is my exclusive shelf,” she said softly. Each breath coated in her exotic foreign accent. “I promise myself when I open this store, I say, ‘Yasmin, do not let anyone buy anything from this shelf. It is all too precious. Save it only for those customers who come back again and again.’ But then, this handsome man, this stud, he comes inside my shop, and my will disappears.”
    She opened a box. Inside were a collection of ornate, violet ropes, coiled up playfully.
    “Will is such a troublesome thing. I am so happy for it to be gone in front of you. Your girl, this girl you love, she will be happy it is gone as well.”
    David shook his head. The thick fog of arousal this Yasmin produced was making it very hard to think. She was pushing so many buttons, all at once. Talking about her will being gone in front of him. Talking about Amy ’ s will being gone. But this gift, these...
    “Ropes?”
    “Of course. Feel them.” She guided his hand down to their soft surface. “So lovely, so right they feel. She will not be able to do anything but what you say when she is wrapped in them. She will love you, then, exactly how you deserve for being such a beautiful stud. Is that not what you would like?”
    She pressed hard into his arm, enveloping his bicep with her large titflesh. She stared into his eyes, her own deep green irises seeming to absorb everything he was.
    “Oh god,” he breathed. “Yeah...yeahhhh...”
    That would be incredibly hot. Slim, busty Amy just doing only what he said. Amy wrapped completely in ropes, her big eyes looking up at him, expectant. Needing him to tell her to exist. Begging for him to own her more and more. Needing him to fill her until she was absolutely full of his seed. His cum. His babybatter. In his darkest dreams, his most emphatic fantasies, that was the image most prominent in his mind. Gorgeous blond Amy, so tiny and supplicating, her big tits wrapped down with constraints of his choosing.
    Fuck.
    “You deserve to have your girlfriend do what you say, don’t you? That is what these ropes will do. They have power, David, just as you have power.”
    Had he told her his name? She was so close, so soft...he didn’t care.
    Power, she was promising him. Power over Amy. Her hand slid along his bulge. His mind barely noticed it, though of course his body did. He was just staring at those ropes, imagining Amy in them. Helpless to do anything except obey his will. Needing his say-so to be let out, to be free.
    Constraining Amy. Containing her. Making her his and his alone. She would never be able to say no to him again. She would never say anything to him except “Please” and “Thank you” and an endless string of happy, angelically-crafted compliments. The thoughts ran over his mind without even beckoning them—it was like they belonged on his mind, like he deserved that kind of thinking.
    Fuck fuck oh fuck.
    “You deserve whatever you want for working so very hard,” Yasmin purred. “Won’t you take them? Take the ropes? Please?”
    Her tits were so heavy and full against his chest. Her hands nimbly unzipped his pants, freeing his