Chapter Five
Tempi
I wake up slowly, pain spreading across my cheek and causing my face to hurt like mad. The first thought that goes through my head is a sad one. We failed. We didn’t do what we needed to do to save Lyric’s dad or hell, to save ourselves. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize I am sitting up and I can’t move my hands.
I try to think back about what happened right before the men came through the door and all hell broke loose. I was giving my first lap dance to the big sexy man I had kidnapped. And I had my first-ever orgasm. It was…magical. My body become not my own, this sensation took over and I felt like I was flying. Even when I came back down I felt good - safe and sound in this big beast’s lap.
Then all that warm afterglow was gone when men with guns came bursting through the door. I’m still not sure what possessed me to think I could possibly reach the gun I had left lying on the island but one of them stepped forward and clocked me with the butt of his gun and I was done.
The last thing I remember is my growly beast breaking free and me thinking that it was hot as fuck that he could have gotten loose this entire time and didn’t. Or was he just buying the men at the door time? Was all of it a lie - the sexy talk, the promises, the want I thought I saw in his eyes? Was it all an act?
That thought makes me ache more than the bump on my face. And why can’t I move my fucking arms? I crack open one of my eyes and look at my hand. It’s cuffed to the spindle of the bed and when I turn my head - very slowly as not to cause my face to explode with pain - the other one is cuffed as well.
It takes me a few seconds to realize I am sitting on a bed. The biggest damned bed I’ve ever seen. Fear takes hold and makes it hard for me to speak when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I don’t think and jerk my head causing my face to throb. Out of the dark shadows comes….my beast. The man I spent hours teasing because I thought nothing would happen to me. I am so fucked!
My heart just keeps beating harder and harder as he steps closer and closer to the bed where I’m bound. I would probably feel a lot better if I had clothes on but all I am wearing are my panties. At least when the men came in I had been wearing this big man’s coat so every part of me was covered down to my knees - maybe even a little past. Now, I have nothing but a pair of fucking thong panties on. They cover nothing and offer no protection whatsoever.
I guess it could have been worse. I could have nothing at all on. I could have woken up in a jail cell wearing just my panties. I could have woken up with a bunch of men standing around me. That thought gives me the courage to finally speak. Clearly, I’m not in jail or prison. This room is way too nice to be associated with a prison.
“What do you plan to do to me now that you’re the one in control?”
His face breaks into a wide grin before he answers me, “Same thing you did to me.”
Oh shit, am I in trouble! So much fucking trouble!
He comes to the edge of the bed and places his hands down on the mattress. He crawls onto it, coming close to me and I have to fight the urge to pull my legs in closer to me. Not because I don’t want him to touch me - because I know when he does I won't be able to think clearly. He stalks up the length of the bed reminding me of a big prowling cat hunting. Muscles in his shoulders and back move like water as he comes closer and closer.
His mouth drops down to my ankle. And I realize I have to ask the question that has been haunting me since I first opened my eyes. “Is…is Lyric all right? Those men…they didn’t…did they?”
Those men had guns when they came into the room with us. They knew who was in that room and that it was just Vander. How much worse is it going to be when they are trying to protect the fucking governor of the state? What am I going to do if my best friend is killed? Because of me? This whole stupid thing was my idea.
He comes up my calf, dragging his fingertips as he comes. All the while dropping kisses along the way. He growls at the mention of the men. “Your friend is being taken care of by my friend.”
Does he mean…the governor? I roll my lip in to bite down on it as he comes to my knees and pulls them apart. “He won’t hurt her, will he?”
“No. And no one else will ever hurt her again either.” He kisses the inside of my thighs making me want to twist my body but there is nowhere to go. “Cyrus is a good man despite his past.”
He looks up at me with molten silver eyes. “And you? Are you a good man, Evander?”
“What do you think, Temperance? Am I a good man?”
Before I can answer, or even think about answering, he’s taking the string of my thong in between his teeth and pulling them off me. I’m not sure if he’s a good man but I do know for a fact that he certainly is talented. He pulls my legs further open and lays on his stomach right in front of my open legs.
He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath before he’s lowering his mouth to my most sensitive place. I can feel the stubble on his cheeks and chin, the hot breath fanning across me, and before long the touch of his tongue on the sides of my bare pussy. I yelp out and try to pull away from his touch but can’t. He laps up first one side and then the other before taking my lower lips like he took my top pair.
Oh dear God! All I can do about it is let my head fall back and cry out. This man knows what he is doing when it comes to kissing. This is sexy, exciting, crazy hot but then he uses his tongue to spear inside of me and lick up the center causing me to push my hips off the bed and further into his mouth. The movement makes a growl erupt out of Vander and he all but attacks my pussy with his mouth. He has me screaming in no time as he focuses in on the nub of nerves at the top of my sex.
I brace my feet on either side of him and strain toward something big. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh Evander!”
He pulls his mouth away from me, “Call me Vander.” His lips are glossy with me. I’m on his lips. Wetness from my pussy is smeared across his face and a sense of power comes over me even if I am the one tied to the bed. It takes me by surprise that I would feel this way. His mouth drops back down on me and he licks up everything I give him. He pushes me until my thighs are shaking and I’ve screamed so loud I can’t speak anymore. And then it hits me. This powerful, all-encompassing release that has my eyes squeezing shut tight and my body tensing up so hard every part of me strains towards this contraction of muscles that’s taking everything over.
I black out for a moment before I come back to myself and watch as he licks up my release. It still thrums through my body. Small baby quakes keep running through my body. But he doesn’t stop at just cleaning up the mess I made. He keeps licking. He doesn’t stop until my body is building back up to another release.
“Oh, V…Vander, I can’t…I can’t!” But even as I say I can’t I am giving him what he is asking of me. Heat and this sweet ache coils inside of me until I can’t stand it any longer without crying out for him. “Please, oh please!”
I have no idea what I’m begging for but Vander gives it to me. He flattens his tongue and uses it to pull out yet another climax. This time when I come back to awareness it’s to realize that he has slid one of his thick fingers inside of me. I start twisting and trying to kick out when I feel his teeth sink into the fleshy part of my thigh. I yelp. He doesn’t hurt me, just grabs my attention. “Don’t move, little one! You will be still for me.”
“Oh Vander, I don’t think I can!” I strain against the cuffs and jostle my hips. He quickly puts his arm over my waist to hold me still.
I am so wound up, so turned on, tears are leaking out of my eyes as he works his finger inside of me. This time when I cum, it completely wipes me out. Liquid gushes out of me, soaking the mattress beneath me and causing me to blush hard. I don’t understand what just happened but Vander seems to be tickled by it. I hang limply against the headboard and try my hardest to focus on what is going on around me.
“Mmm, pussy so good a man would kill to keep it.”
“Did you?” the words come out slightly slurred as I fight exhaustion. And I ask the second question that has been haunting the back of my mind since I came to handcuffed to a bed. “Kill that man that hit me?”