Chapter 46
Fifteen
“Is someone there?” Emma whispered, sitting partway up in bed. Her pulse kicked into high gear despite the fact that she knew it was just a scene. The darkness, the creaking floor, the tension of waiting for something to happen all contributed to a feeling of anxiety.
She fumbled for her cell phone, but the lamp clicked on, and she jerked her head up at the man dressed completely in black, including a mask.
Emma gasped and scrambled to the opposite side of the bed. For several moments, she just took short, sharp breaths and stared at him in the low light.
“You were supposed to be away from home. You’re always gone Thursday nights,” he said.
“It’s true,” she stammered, looking around for a way to get past him. “I travel for work on Wednesday and Thursday, but there’s a bad storm on the East Coast, and I didn’t want to get trapped at the airport.”
“So you’re trapped here instead.”
“No one has to be trapped. You can leave. I won’t call anyone. You can just go.”
He shook his head. His lips parted slightly for his tongue, which touched his top lip in a gesture that was obscene and threatening. “No, we’re going to spend some time together.”
She tried to bolt from the bed, but he caught her before she reached the edge. He flung her down with such force it took her breath away. Then she launched into action, trying to escape.
The fierce struggle left her breathless. He secured her wrists to the bed, then used ropes and elaborate knots to secure her thighs to the headboard so her knees were at the level of her hips. Finally, her ankles were secured to the ropes on her thighs.
The position, arms trapped overhead, legs bound open, made her feel helpless and aroused. At least she still had her underwear on so the crowd couldn’t see all of her.
She yelled until her throat ached, but kept trying to convince him to go before she roused the neighbors. She took a breath and cursed and screamed for help again. He jerked her head back by the hair and pinched her nose. When she sucked in air for a breath, he popped a ball gag into her mouth.
She tried to scream against it but the sound was muffled. Her body shook from adrenaline, and the air chilled skin damp with sweat. The gag frightened her more than anything, even though she’d known he was going to use it.
“I’ve watched you for a while,” he said, running a gloved finger down the side of her neck. “You always exaggerate the swing of your hips when guys are watching, but you never give any of them the time of day. You’re a tease.”
She shook her head vehemently. Strands of hair fell across her face. She twisted her head, trying to move them.
“Yeah, you are. Even in a gag, you’re trying to argue with me.
Here’s the thing,” he said, pulling the gloves off and dropping them on the floor.
He held her eyes with his for a moment. “I’m not that limp-dicked asshole you used to sleep with a couple times a month.
You feel me? I’m a different kind of man.
The kind you obviously need.” He smiled.
“Nothing to say to that, huh? I guess you know I’m right. ”
She squeaked against the gag in protest and shook her head.
He reached under her and unhooked her bra. The instant slackening made her body jerk in surprise. But he made no move to free her breasts from the cups. Yet.
“I’ve been in the house a while,” he said. “I heard your vibrator and your heavy breathing earlier. Seems like you had a decent time. Are you still wet?”
She stared at him, unmoving. His finger ran across the elastic waistband of her underwear and down her inner hip joint.
“The thing is, it pisses me off.” He pulled out a knife, and she yanked against her bonds in panic. He grabbed the crotch of her panties, tugged them away from her body, and sliced straight through.
Oh, my God!
“You’re up here in your bedroom with a battery-operated cock, keeping that body all to yourself?” He shook his head at her disapprovingly.
He cut the shoulder straps of her bra and pulled the material forward.
Her breasts bounced free, and he tossed the sliced fabric aside.
“Just like I knew they would be,” he said, exhaling.
“Blond fucking bombshell, aren’t you? With tits better than a porn star’s since yours are real.
How selfish are you? You can’t find one decent guy that you’ll let fuck that body?
You think you’re too beautiful for the whole goddamned male species? That’s bullshit.”
Emma struggled to remember it was Shay leaning over her because it was almost too scary hearing the gravelly voice he’d adopted.
The way he spoke too, the expressions he used, weren’t his own.
If she hadn’t known it was him, she wouldn’t have.
A tough and dangerous young burglar, yes, that’s what he was for the moment.
She tried to reach the straps of the gag, but couldn’t with her hands bound above her head.
“Go ahead. Claw at that shit. The ropes are staying on, and you’re not getting loose until I’m finished with you.”
Her heart thudded.
“I’ve been wanting a taste of this for a long time.” He slid down her body.
He’d tied her so she was completely open to him, so there was no escape. It made her incredibly aroused.
His mouth ravaged her. No soft exploration. No dipping of the tongue or soft kisses. This was teeth scraping over her clit and a tongue thrust in like a cock. Fingers squeezed her sore ass and teased her asshole, probing.
She writhed and whimpered.
The longer he teased, the more the lines between what was play and what was real blurred. Need coiled tighter inside her body.
Eventually, Emma lost control of her reactions, moaning behind the gag until she came with a hard shudder.
“Yeah,” he said with a short triumphant laugh as he climbed off the bed. “I figured I could do as well as a battery-powered cock. That thing took what? Twenty minutes to get you off? I took maybe seven?”
He turned off the light.
“Are you wondering if I’m leaving? No, it’s your lucky night.
I’ve got nowhere to be. I’m gonna fuck that soft, little pussy of yours and squeeze and suck those big tits until I’ve had my fill.
Then I’m gonna take that gag from your mouth, and I expect to hear you thank me for every orgasm I give you. ”
He flicked the light back on. He was nude except the mask, his cock ruddy with excitement. He climbed in the bed and spread her lower lips. She felt the smooth crown sink in. She moaned and whimpered. He really did feel so good as he slid inside her.
“It doesn’t have to be a slam dance,” he said, moving gently, driving down into her. “I’m not battery-operated. I come in dozens of speeds.”
He stroked in and out, a hand grasping her breast in a firm grip and raising it. He dropped his head to suck her nipple. After the rough treatment of her sex and ass earlier in the night, it was almost soothing to be penetrated in slow motion.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
“You like that, don’t you? Me, too,” he said in a husky voice, squeezing her breast. He closed his mouth around her other nipple and sucked.
Her body felt heavy with sensations. She’d exhausted her muscles during the fight and first orgasm, so she didn’t have any energy left to fight. And struggling was pointless, he had her bound for as long as he wanted. Involuntary muscles clenched at the feeling of inevitability and helplessness.
His pace increased, and she moaned.
“I know. You want it, but you’re not supposed to. You don’t have to fight, baby. Lie back and enjoy it. No one will ever know,” he whispered.
And over the course of the next hour, she hung from the ropes, impaled on a rock-hard cock and lost count of the times she came. It was the most satisfying sex of her life.
When he took off the gag, the only thing she murmured was, “Thank you, Sir.”