Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
ANA
T his is so incredibly intense. I have never been in this position before and I’m freaking out inside.
What have I agreed to?
I should be running home as fast as possible right now, but it’s as if my feet are filled with lead.
I couldn’t run if I tried because I am aching for the monster to uncurl its claws. As his teeth sink into my neck, I cry out as a flash of pain stuns me and as he sucks, my heart beats like a drum, announcing my foolish decision to the world.
He isn’t soft and definitely not careful as his teeth graze my skin and his fingers tighten on my hair.
He holds me so I can’t move and as my hands are bound behind my back, I am at his mercy and really should seek therapy for my decision when this is done.
His other hand moves between my legs and presses hard against my clit and I cry out for a different reason this time as a fresh burst of heated lust spreads through to my core.
I am experiencing so many emotions at once as he bites hard and then distracts me by teasing my sex to bend to his will.
As he moves his lips, he trails kisses down my back, his fingers spreading my pussy wide, his cock pressing at the opening. He grasps my bound wrists and pulls me roughly against him and at the same time, he impales me on his rigid cock.
He forces me against the window and pushes in hard, faster, holding my bound wrists as he fucks me hard from behind. It’s as if he is using me for his own personal gratification. He captured me and this is his punishment.
There is no love in this, no tenderness or desire. Just rough fucking with no emotion at all.
He pulls out and I gasp at the sudden emptiness and he hisses, “Are you done yet?”
“No.” My voice shakes as it gives him permission to ruin me and I cry out as he hauls me over his shoulder.
“Right answer.” He growls as he strides from the room, my pussy drenching his skin as it weeps for release.
I sense we enter another room and note the soft sheets beneath my back as he tosses me down onto what must be his bed.
He wastes no time in untying my bound wrists and replacing the tie with two handcuffs and I hear the click of metal as he locks them in place.
My heart is thumping as he moves his attention to my ankles and I feel him bind them apart so I am spread out and fully restrained.
Fuck. What the hell have I done?
The bed dips and his breath is hot against my face and his mouth descends upon mine and he kisses me so softly, I groan out loud. This is exquisite torture that I could definitely get used to and he whispers, “You are so beautiful, baby.”
My entire body blooms under his touch and his soft words, and it’s as if a breath of fresh air chases the shadows away.
This time, he kisses me like an ardent lover. The Prince kissing Sleeping Beauty in the tower. Waking her from a near death to experience the wonders of life again.
My entire body trembles under his attention and he moves his mouth to my neck, soft kisses replacing the rougher ones of earlier.
Now he is worshipping me, as if I am so delicate I may break and as his mouth drifts to my throbbing core, his soft kisses on my clit drive me wild.
I can’t move at all. I can’t see, which only heightens the experience. It’s as if there is nothing in my life but him and it’s sensory overload.
More than anything, I want him closer, inside me, filling me, driving away the urgent need for something to destroy my morality.
I almost groan with disappointment when he moves further up my body, sucking the skin and building anticipation.
He reaches my breasts and circles each nipple with his tongue, giving them equal attention as they harden with desire. His hard cock rubs against my swollen pussy and I gasp, “Please?—”
“What, baby girl?” He whispers against my mouth. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, James.”
I shamelessly state the obvious and his low chuckle is at odds with the situation I’m in.
“Greedy girls are made to wait.” He growls, and he bites down sharply on my breast, causing me to squeal in pain.
As I gasp, he moves swiftly and pushes his hard cock into my mouth, my lips stretched to the hilt as I attempt to swallow his girth.
He pushes to the back of my throat, causing me to gag and yet he doesn’t appear to care and just moves in and out leisurely.
“Fuck!” His low hiss lifts my heart and I suck, eager to please, to give him as much pleasure as he is giving me.
I taste myself on his cock, and it’s the most erotic thing I have ever done. To be honest, I have never had sex like this before. Not even close, and I should be appalled. I should run a mile, but it’s as if I’ve come home. I have never been so turned on, or felt as alive as I do now.
I always pride myself on being an independent, self-assured woman. Devoted to women’s equal rights, which is everything this is not. I should be appalled, disgusted even, but I’m not. This is the escape I never realized I needed and if he keeps me here all night I will be a happy woman.
James fills my mouth, pushing in relentlessly, hitting the back of my throat on repeat, demanding more, expecting perfection.
As he swells inside my mouth, a trickle of pre-cum slides down my throat and he hisses and pulls out quickly, his ragged deep breaths the only sound in the room.
I’m surprised when he leaves. The bed shifting as he goes and I hate the anxiety in my voice as I whisper, “James?”
He says nothing and my entire body weeps as the icy air conditioning cools my skin and it must be a few minutes before he tears the blindfold from my eyes and then another few seconds before I realize he has a familiar object in his hand.
“What the–” I stare in concern as he steps back, my phone in his hand and a determination on his face that makes my heart sink.
“I don’t understand. ”
I pull against the ties that bind me and he raises his eyes.
“So, mysterious lady, let’s discover who you really are.”
“What are you doing? Put that down?” I hiss fiercely, my heart rate spiking as I sense my cover being blown.
James completely ignores me and says roughly, “There is something you’re not telling me, Annabelle. Secrets surround you and the red flags are flying. You followed me into that alley for a reason and any attempts to discover anything about you is met with a change of subject, so forgive me for being concerned and the way I’m extracting the information but self survival is something I’ve become accustomed to.
“Please, James. I’ll tell. Just put the phone down.”
I am frantically thinking up excuses, anything but the truth, because I can’t lose him and I can’t fail my mission either.
James merely shrugs and from the sudden spark of anger that lights his eyes, I watch my new found freedom crash and burn.