Chapter 25
C assie
Riordan tossed his stolen item to the warm oak floorboards and backed me to the bed. A thrill ran through me. With my mouth gagged, I couldn’t question him about it, but now wasn’t the time.
He tore off his jacket and discarded it to the floor then kicked off his shoes. The rest of his clothes followed until he was down to his boxers. I plopped onto the mattress, unable to stop staring. His body was mouthwatering, the low light showcasing his muscular form. I’d had nowhere near enough time to explore him.
He paced away from me then returned. “The one thing you have to do is to stay safe. Which means never being alone or vulnerable. My last message asked you to stay here. Yet at the very place I absolutely didn’t want you to be, you were there.”
Riordan raked his fingers through his hair, his distress plain in his darting move and the worried crinkle around his eyes.
He reached for me, standing me up to roughly unzip the playsuit and pull it off me. He did the same with my boots, knickers, and bra until I was naked.
I trembled with need.
“Lie out. I’m going to tie you up. You’re going to let me.”
Fucking hell. I wasn’t sorry about going to the mayor’s house. I’d been scared out of my mind for him. Plus I’d got a taxi, so it wasn’t like I’d walked the streets. But it was obvious I’d scared him as well.
I didn’t like that so much.
Shuffling up the bed, I settled my head on the pillow and stretched my arms up to the bedstead.
Riordan went to a bag and rifled through it. He extracted a length of blue rope, and I widened my eyes. My gag was so annoying. I wanted to ask why he had it.
At the corner of the bed, he fastened the rope around my wrist and looped it to the rail, circling to attach it to my other wrist. Then he returned to his jeans and brought out a flick knife.
My flick knife. I frowned at him, the gag preventing a full-on scowl.
Riordan severed the rope and took the other half to the bottom of the bed.
Oh no. He wouldn’t dare. I kicked out at him, but he seized my ankle and neatly tied it to the post, copying it with my other while I bucked and reared. The man was frighteningly good with knots. I couldn’t get free. The rope was in no way loose or too tight.
Fucking knot-Goldilocks had trussed me up well.
Stepping back, Riordan tossed the folded blade then took his time looking over my naked body. “I like it better when you can’t talk back.”
I growled. My gaze slid down his tall frame. I needed him to fuck me to make this better. He swallowed then stripped his shorts, giving me the view I wanted. That hard dick pointed right at me.
He stroked it, lingering over the end with his gaze locked on the juncture of my thighs. An internal battle appeared to play out, as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs.
He palmed my skin, driving up to my waist. Hot hands, calloused from his bike and from hard work. I adored his touch on me. It made me feel beautiful. He reached my breasts, at the same time, angling his dick to my core.
“I wasn’t going to fuck you but I can’t resist.”
Riordan speared into me. I bit the gag and arched into him as much as I could manage. His hand shifted to my belly, the heel so close to grinding against my clit.
“You’re so perfect. You make me feel too good.”
A mind-blowing glide in and out.
Another, and I couldn’t control a moan of pleasure. Riordan groaned in deep need and fucked me harder, his thighs meeting mine and jerking me up the bed. Tied up, I couldn’t do anything but take him, but he was giving me exactly what I needed.
His palms slid over me, then he gripped my hips, lifting me for a series of hard hits. I bowed out my legs with the inch of play I had. Deep inside, I pulsed from where he hit my G-spot again and again.
He stilled. “Did you bring your vibrator?”
I slanted my gaze at a bag. He pulled out of me and went to it. Found the toy. Then came back to the bed and brandished it. Leaning over me, Riordan touched the vibrating tip of it to my sternum then dragged it down between my breasts, over my belly, and down to my wet centre. He passed it over my core, getting it slick, then switched it off. I tugged on my ropes. This was such a tease. I could hardly bear it.
Holding my gaze, he pushed it into me.
I groaned again and dropped my head back, my eyes closing. I wanted him. Only him. Nothing beat the feeling of him inside me. I craved it. Needed it.
With the toy in as far as it could go, Riordan released it.
My pussy pulsed.
The vibrator edged out a centimetre or two.
He took hold of his erection once again. Slowly, he played with himself, standing over me.
He didn’t get back on the mattress.
“One of the things I like most about you is your wild spirit. I’d never ask you to change anything about yourself. You are too special. Too unapologetically you. You turn me on like you were built to torment me.”
His hand moved faster.
“You walk straight through any boundary I try to put in place. Any request I make. You’re a live wire. A fucking force of nature. I won’t ask if you’re sorry for following me because I know I’ll be disappointed, both in your answer and in me asking that question.”
A warning played out in my head. Something in his tone gave me pause. He’d failed to resist having sex with me but seemed to have collected himself. I didn’t know what was going on or what his words meant, but I didn’t like them.
I moaned, wishing I could speak.
Riordan groaned in response and fisted the quilt, not touching me apart from with his avid, furious gaze. Abruptly, he came. Cum spilled over my belly and breasts. I squeezed around the vibrator, but it slid out of me some more.
I could hardly care, because all my focus was on the man calming his breathing to speak.
My heart hurt. This wasn’t going to be good.
Riordan’s gaze locked on to mine. His hair fell in his eyes. “I’m out. I can’t do this. It’ll end me. I can’t live in constant fear for you and I won’t ask you to be anything other than who you are. It wouldn’t be fair. Sorry, Cassie. Goodbye.”
He picked up his clothes. Turned his back to put them on. Behind the gag, I yelled at him. No. No, please.
With his shoulders rigid, Riordan walked away.
After a few seconds, the click of the door reached me. I roared and fought the ropes. Earlier, I’d feared being hurt, but by Manny, or a stranger. Never by Riordan. I needed him. He couldn’t fucking leave me.
Minutes passed.
To save my wrists, I stopped fighting.
Only then did his words sink in. He’d asked me in his text to stay in the warehouse. It was a demand for a small degree of respect, a boundary set for my sake, not his. Or so I’d thought. I’d been wrong.
What had I done?
Riordan had left me, and it was all my fault.