MAYA
The drive felt endless.
Tristan’s hand stayed on my thigh the entire way, fingers digging in possessively every time I shifted. My wrists were still bound with his belt, resting in my lap, and my short skirt had ridden up so high I was basically flashing him.
He didn’t speak much- just drove faster, jaw clenched, eyes dark with that dangerous hunger I was starting to crave.
We left the city behind and pulled onto a private road that led to a sprawling farmhouse on the outskirts. Tall trees, no neighbors, completely isolated. His private place.
He cut the engine, got out, and came around to my side. Without a word he unbuckled me, hauled me out, and threw me back over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“Tristan-!” I gasped, my bound hands pressing against his back, skirt ridi
