GRIT (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 2) by Tiana Laveen Page B

something out of my truck, sweetheart.”
    She climbed up the porch steps. He went to his vehicle, swung the door open, dug into his work supplies box and pulled out a very special little something. He raced to her side as she was placing her key inside the lock.
    Click.
    “You want something to eat, baby? I have some soup and some—”
    “Remember when, uh, I said I wanted to tie you up that time?” Her front door slowly swung open as she looked up and over her shoulder at him, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. She slowed down. “You refused… said you, uh, weren’t into that type of thing, not that type of woman, remember?” He urged her into the house, pushing his chest into her back, making her move her ass. Then, before she could make a run for it, he pinned her to the wall. Wildness danced in her eyes, tempered by a smirk.
    “Mmmm hmmmm…” she nodded ever so subtly. Coolly.
    “Yeah, I remember that too, baby.” Pulling out the twisted white rope from his pocket, he traced the side of her face with the frayed end. Her eyes darted to the thing, back at him, then back at the rope moving across her skin. “Well, see, I did something I didn’t want to do just now, and I trusted you. And well, you had some fun with that, didn’t you? You enjoyed yourself. You knew I didn’t want to get on the back of your bike, look like some punk, but I did anyway, because you convinced me. But then,” he said, pausing to stare deeply into her eyes, “…then you did some things I didn’t like. You liked me screaming, being in control and doing what you wanted. I was helpless; you were in total control. It gave my baby a big thrill, didn’t it?”
    “Mmmm hmmmm.” Her smirk got a little more obvious.
    “Well, it’s time for my baby to give Daddy a big thrill, too, don’t you think?” Placing a soft kiss against her lips, he turned serious.
    “No, I don’t think so,” she said softly. She seemed entertained.
    “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, little lady. See.” He swallowed as his eyes narrowed on her. “You and I have a problem with this equilibrium of power thing, just like I told you a long time ago. You took mine away, and now…”
    “Ahhhh!” Hoisting her up from the ground, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her briskly to her bedroom.
    “It’s time that I get my shit back!”
    “Ahhhhhh!!!! No! No, Zenith! Put me down!” She battered his back with both fists, kicking, screaming and laughing as he neared the den of terrible iniquity. He kicked the door open. A trickle of sunlight beamed across the right side of the room, catching his eye.
    “Alright now,” he stated calmly, deposited her on the bed, then immediately pinned her down with his knee as she wiggled for escape.
    “Zenith! I swear to God!” she protested, the veins in her throat stretched beneath her skin, her tone dipped in both excitement and fear.
    Grabbing her wrists, he brought her hands together, and she bucked and struggled. In a swift action, he secured her hands with the rope to the iron rods in her headboard.
    “Now see, this is perfect… but you brought it on yourself, baby.” She struggled beneath him as he finished his double knot. “Yeah, you’re kinda strong; had to double that bitch up because you’ll try to escape.” Rising off her, he assessed his prey, his dick throbbing and swelling as he looked at his next meal writhing about, clenching her teeth, and cursing his name. He slowly removed his jacket and flung it on the floor.
    “Zenith! Zenith!” she protested.
    He continued to undress.
    “Shhhh!” He put his finger up to his mouth. “Now, don’t make me stuff a sock in your mouth, too…or a little something else.” He winked at her.
    The woman seemed possessed, bucking and bunching the sheets, her long legs twisting about, making a mess of things.
    “You thought you were going to take me for a ride?” He taunted. “I’m Zenith Taylor, baby… I’m in control now. You’re not