27. Elle
27
ELLE
W hen he showed up with my breakfast the next morning, there was nothing left of that heartbreaking pain I saw in his eyes the day before. He was simply silent and indifferent as he handed me another sandwich and some fruit.
And then when he returned later to give me some lunch, he was back to his usual self. Smirking, trying to bait me, purposely doing things that make my heart skip a beat. As if our argument and the truths he shared with me yesterday never happened.
His switch from hot to cold to hot again is honestly starting to give me whiplash. But it did also give me an idea.
Since he apparently has no plans to let me go yet, I need to escape on my own. And to do that, I need the key to the manacle around my ankle. He no doubt has it in his pocket, so I need an opportunity to search through his clothes without him realizing it. Which means that I need him to take his clothes off .
Heat rushes through me at the thought, and a throbbing sensation starts between my legs.
I groan and thump my forehead against the mattress.
Jesus Christ. The guy literally kidnapped me and shackled me in his basement, and I’m still fantasizing about having sex with him. What on earth is wrong with me?
I should hate him. I should be terrified of him. But instead, I find myself craving him. His touch. His presence.
There is just something about him that makes me feel free. Which makes no sense since he is literally holding me captive right now. But it’s as if… when I’m with him, I don’t have to pretend. I don’t have to be someone. I don’t have to keep that pleasant and polite mask on my face and that perfect fa?ade up. Instead, I can just be me. I can get angry. I can scream. I can moan his name while he fucks me hard. And he doesn’t judge me for it.
I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel like that. And it?—
Footsteps sound on the stairs outside the door.
I leap up from the bed.
Showtime.
Grabbing the hem of my dress, I quickly yank it over my head and toss it down on the bed. Then I hurry over to a spot closer to the bathroom.
I’ve only just managed to get there when the door is opened and Tristan walks into the room. He’s holding a plate of what looks like some kind of creamy pasta dish, and he’s looking back at the door while closing it, so he hasn’t seen me yet.
A sudden intense burst of self-consciousness pulses through me.
Tristan has never seen me without clothes before. Even when we had sex in that guestroom back at the party, I was still wearing a dress. And now I’m standing here in only lingerie, which I’m planning to take off as well. What if he laughs at me? Or worse, what if he looks at me as if I’m disgusting?
But it’s too late for second thoughts now, because Tristan finishes closing the door behind him and then turns towards me.
He stops.
His mouth is still slightly open, as if he had been about to say something, and his eyes are wide as he stares at me. Dark desire flares up in those green eyes of his as he rakes his gaze up and down my body.
A satisfied smirk curls my lips.
The moment his gaze returns to my face, he starts slightly as he notices my smug smile. Then he snaps his mouth shut and draws his eyebrows down, his expression darkening.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demands as he stalks over to the desk and puts the plate down.
Oh, he’s not getting off that easy.
While he’s looking down at the plate as he sets it down, I quickly reach up behind me and unhook my bra. I toss it onto the bed right as Tristan straightens again.
This time, he actually jerks back a little when his gaze lands on me.
My heart does a backflip in my chest, and heat floods my core.
He draws in an unsteady breath and his cock hardens, straining against the fabric of his pants.
When he realizes that, his expression darkens further.
“I said, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growls as he takes a step towards me .
“I was going to take a shower,” I reply, motioning towards the door to the bathroom. “But I can’t. Because I can’t take my panties off.” Lifting my foot, I shake it a couple of times in the air. The chain rattles against the floor. “Because of this .”
He glances down at the manacle around my ankle and the chain attached to it that do in fact prevent me from properly taking off my panties. Then he slides his gaze back up to my face. His cock strains harder against his pants as he takes in my almost entirely naked body.
The sight of it makes me feel invincible. He looks like he can barely contain his lust, and all I’m doing is simply standing here.
He locks eyes with me again, and when he speaks, his voice is low and dark. “Is that right?”
“Yes. So how about you unlock it so that I can take a proper shower?”
I know that he is never going to agree to it. But I need him to think that this was my plan. To seduce him into taking the manacle off. Because then, he won’t realize that my real plan is actually to steal the key and unlock it myself.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You want to take your panties off so that you can shower?”
“Yes.”
“Well, allow me to assist you then.”
Shock pulses through me as he drops down on one knee and reaches into his right boot.
Wait, did that work? Is he actually going to unlock the manacle? Shit, I need to readjust my plan and get my clothes back on quickly and then?—
My mind goes blank as he pulls a knife out of his boot and stands up again .
“Tristan,” I blurt out as I stumble an uncertain step back. “What are you doing?”
A sly smile curves his lips as he advances on me. I retreat another step, but my back hits the closed bathroom door with a thud. He closes the distance between us until we’re so close that I can almost feel the heat from his body against my naked skin.
His eyes glitter with mischief as he holds my gaze and twirls the knife in his hand.
“I’m solving your problem,” he says.
My heart slams against my ribs. “Problem? What problem?”
“Getting your panties off.”
“What does that?—”
My words are cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Tristan carefully traces the knife along the edge of my panties. Lightning crackles through my every nerve, making it feel as if my skin is tingling.
Tristan studies my face while a sly smile tugs at his lips.
Then he curls his fingers over the top of my panties. I suck in an unsteady breath. He draws the knife down, caressing my hip, and then slips it underneath the fabric of my panties. His other hand grips the top, pulling the fabric a little forward and away from my skin.
I don’t remember how my lungs are supposed to work.
All I can do is to stand there against the door and stare up into those glittering green eyes.
The sound of ripping fabric suddenly fills the air.
I gasp as Tristan shears through my panties with one clean cut.
My heart jerks wildly in my chest and fire floods my body. My clit is throbbing so hard that it makes my brain flicker. Fuck, I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
“Tristan,” I gasp out.
He gives my panties a few strategic nudges with the blade. Soft fabric brushes against my skin as the shredded garment falls down to the floor.
Then he cocks his head as he locks eyes with me. “Yes, sweetheart?”
My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely think straight. I don’t even remember what it was that I had been about to say. So in the end, what makes it out of my mouth is, “That’s the second pair of panties you’ve completely destroyed for me.”
He laughs. And because he’s standing so close, it dances across my skin in a way that makes my spine tingle.
“I’ll buy you some new ones,” he replies. Then he rakes a long glance over my body, and a curious expression descends on his features. “Does this turn you on?”
I shift my weight, trying to press my legs together. As if that can somehow change anything. I’m so wet that my pussy aches with need.
Tristan gently draws the knife up my ribs and then traces it around my breast. Something between a moan and a whimper escapes me. He trails the point of the blade in slow lazy circles, inching closer to my nipple. I squirm against the door as pleasure builds inside me.
“Answer me,” Tristan demands.
I press my legs harder together as my clit throbs.
He glances down, noticing what I’m doing. With a wicked smile on his mouth, he draws the blade down my stomach and over my hip before tracing it along my thigh. My pulse thrums in my ears. Shifting the grip on the knife, he makes sure that the flat of the blade is against my skin. Then he gives my thigh a few firm taps, silently ordering me to stop pressing my legs together.
My head is spinning and fire licks through my veins. I draw in a shuddering breath and try to get my wits back, but it’s impossible when he’s so close. When he’s touching me like this. When he’s looking at me like this.
Suddenly, he leans abruptly forward until his lips are right in front of mine. And when he speaks, his voice is low and full of delicious threats.
“I swear to God, if I have to ask one more time?—”
Insanity flashes through my mind, and I grab the front of his shirt and yank his mouth down against mine.
He stiffens for a second.
Then he tosses the knife to the side and instead spears both hands through my hair as he kisses me back with such fury that I lose what little breath I had left. The blade clanks against the floor as it bounces away somewhere to my left, but I barely register it. I can hardly hear anything over the violent pounding in my ears as I slide my hands down Tristan’s toned body.
He moans into my mouth as my fingers slip underneath his t-shirt.
The sound of it makes my heart flutter.
While kissing him desperately, I push his shirt up his stomach. His skin is soft and warm underneath my palms. Such an incredible contrast against the hardness of his defined abs.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back while reaching for the shirt that is now bunched around his chest. I draw air back into my lungs and try to make my head stop spinning while he yanks his shirt over his head and then strips out of his remaining clothes as well.
But the sight of him completely naked just sends me reeling all over again.
God above, never before have I seen such absolute perfection. His lethal body, athletic without being too bulky, combined with the breathtaking masterpiece that his tattoos paint on his skin. I could stare at him for days and never get tired of it.
Then my gaze slips down to his cock, and heat flushes my cheeks.
The final piece of Tristan’s clothing hits the floor. I snap my gaze back up to his face right before he closes the distance between us once more. His hand slides up my throat, pinning my head to the door behind me as he claims my mouth again. I gasp at the possessiveness in his touch. My clit throbs with need.
I drag my fingers over his abs. He moans into my mouth. It sends a pulse through my spine, and I slip my hand down to his cock. Closing my fingers around his hard length, I slide my hand up and down it.
A whimper escapes his lips.
I grin against his mouth.
He breaks the kiss and shoots me a look full of threats and wicked promises, but it does nothing to stop the smug smile on my lips. I can’t believe that he actually makes these kinds of desperate noises when I touch him.
With his hand still around my throat, he pulls me away from the door and instead backs me towards the bed. I jerk him off while we move, and each stroke makes pleasure flicker in his eyes. I drink in the sight of it.
Then we reach the bed, and he shoves me backwards. It’s so forceful that I lose my balance and topple down on the mattress with a thud.
Before I can recover, he climbs onto the bed and grabs my hips. With a few firm movements, he adjusts my body into the position he wants me and settles himself on his knees between my spread legs.
His eyes glint as he flashes me a wicked smile and grabs my ankle.
My heart slams against my ribs when he lifts my leg upwards.
The chain rattles metallically as it follows my ankle up. I have to adjust my hips as Tristan keeps moving my leg until it’s tilted at an angle up towards my shoulder. Then he stops. With his eyes still locked on mine, he grabs the chain and loops it around the bedpost. Once it’s in place, he gives it a few tugs. It doesn’t give.
Heat sears through my body.
I’m lying on my back with one leg up in the air and tilted back towards my shoulder, where it’s trapped in place by the chain. The position leaves my pussy completely exposed to Tristan, who is still kneeling right between my legs.
“Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he orders, his voice cracking through the air like a whip.
My clit is throbbing so hard that I can barely concentrate, but I manage to raise my arms and place my hands against the mattress over my head.
Tristan leans forward over me and locks a hand around my throat before leveling a commanding stare on me. “If you touch me one more time without permission, I will fucking handcuff you in this position. Understood?”
Dark desire spears through me.
“Yes,” I manage to press out, my voice breathless .
“Good.”
With one hand still around my throat, he slides his other up the inside of my thigh. Then he draws his fingers over my aching pussy. I gasp at the intimate touch. He pulls his hand back and then lifts it so that he’s holding it between our faces. Turning it from side to side, he inspects his fingers, which are covered in my arousal.
Smirking, he locks eyes with me again. “You’re soaking wet.”
Heat flushes my cheeks, and I squirm on the mattress.
“So the perfect and always so proper rich girl is secretly a kinky little thing, huh?” he taunts.
I try to turn my face away as more heat floods my cheeks, but he draws his hand up to my jaw and forces me to face him again. With that damn smirk still on his mouth, he moves his fingers towards my lips.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
A jolt shoots through me, and I stare up at him.
He stares right back, his eyes pulsing with authority.
I slowly open my mouth.
He pushes his forefinger and middle finger into my mouth. The fingers that are wet with my arousal.
“Lick them clean,” he commands.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that he must be able to hear it. But my pussy aches with so much need that I can barely feel my thundering heart.
Closing my lips around his fingers, I suck and lick them like he ordered me to.
Hunger burns in his eyes as he watches me.
Once I’m done, he withdraws his fingers again and slides his other hand back down to my throat instead. A devilish smile tilts his lips .
“Good girl.”
A desperate whimper escapes me. I adjust my hips again, making my still raised leg shift and jangle the chain.
Tristan moves both of his hands down to my hips and helps adjust me into a better position. Then he keeps his hands there, holding me in place as he drags his cock through my wetness.
Another moan spills from my lips and I curl my fingers into fists.
“Beg me,” he orders.
I snap my gaze to his.
He draws the tip of his cock over my pussy again.
Lightning shoots up my spine, and I throw my head back.
“Beg me,” he repeats, the command vibrating through my very soul.
My chest heaves and burning desire sears through me as he positions his cock right against my entrance. Every nerve inside me is crackling with pent-up need. Oh God, I need him inside me. Now. Right now. If he doesn’t start fucking me right now, I’m going to shatter.
“Please,” I gasp out, staring up at him with desperate eyes. “Please, I’m begging you.”
A victorious grin spreads across his mouth.
Then he slams into me.
I throw my head back again as pleasure spears through me.
Still keeping a firm grip on my hips, he pulls out and then thrusts in deep again.
Incoherent moans tumble out of my mouth.
Oh God, how is it even possible for someone who is so wrong to feel so right?
I suck in uneven breaths as Tristan starts up a hard pace. The muscles in my raised leg ache from being forced into such an unnatural position, but it only makes the pleasure inside me grow even more intense. I squeeze my hands into fists, trying desperately to obey his command and keep them above my head. But all I want to do is to rake them through his hair and then drag them down his muscled back.
My body jerks back and forth on the smooth sheets as Tristan fucks me like he owns every inch of my trembling body.
Tension builds inside me until I can barely see straight.
His possessive hands remain firmly on my hips as he holds me steady while he pounds into me. I writhe and moan and flex my fingers as the incredible friction sends electricity crackling up my spine with every dominant thrust.
My soul vibrates with pent-up need.
“Oh God,” I beg as the tension reaches unbearable levels. “Please. Please. I?—”
Release explodes through me.
A breathless scream rips from my lungs as pleasure pulses through my every vein. My inner walls flutter and my pussy tightens around his cock as he continues fucking me through the orgasm until I think my heart is going to give out from the sheer intensity of it.
His fingers tighten around my hips, and a dark moan tears from his lungs.
I drag in a shuddering breath as release slams into him as well, making his cock pulse inside me.
My brain has left my body. The only thing left inside me is the sweeping waves of pleasure and the electrifying feeling of Tristan’s dominant hands on my body and his thick cock buried deep inside me. I stare up into his eyes, so full of pleasure that it takes my breath away. I don’t ever want this moment to end .
I want to feel this free, this perfectly imperfect, this powerful, forever.
I want to shatter all the fake masks and just scream and breathe and laugh and live and fuck and just feel everything.
I want that. I want this.
Tristan leans down and steals a kiss from my lips before resting his forehead against mine. His chest heaves as badly as mine does.
My brain is still floating high up in the clouds, drunk on pleasure and freedom.
Though somewhere in there, at the back of my mind, a little voice is telling me that there is something I should be doing right now. Something important.
But I can’t for the life of me remember what.