Chapter 12 Blanche
Chapter twelve
“Blanche? Are you sure you’re okay, babe? You haven’t moved in the past thirty minutes. I’m not even sure you’ve blinked.”
Pam’s voice brings me out of yet another daydream. It’s the same one that’s been pulling me in all day, where I’m still tied up in my boss’s basement, shaking with pleasure as he…
“Blanche!”
“Jesus, Pam, not so loud.” I rub my throbbing head, reminding me of the high I’m still coming down from. “I’m fine, okay? Just calm down, please.”
My friend takes the hint and shuts the fuck up, unfortunately, only to flop down on the sofa right beside my head.
My groans of protest go unanswered as she chuckles softly.
“Blanche Bedford, you were gone all weekend, and then you show back up in our apartment, quite frankly, looking like you’ve been hit by a truck.
Now you’re going to spill the beans, or so help me, I will turn all the lights on and sing at the top of my lungs. ”
I sigh, admitting my defeat. I’ve known this woman my whole life, and she’ll absolutely make good on that threat.
“I slept with my boss.”
She lifts a brow before opening her mouth, but I stop her before she can remind me that I’ve already technically slept with him. “Again.”
“Aha! I knew you would! Go on then, tell me all about it!”
To her credit, she manages to stay uncharacteristically quiet while I describe how Henry fucked me in his office.
“So that was Friday. What about the rest of the weekend? It just doesn’t add up. I can understand letting him have it in the heat of the moment, but as adamant as you were not to sleep with him, it doesn’t make sense that you would’ve just…left with him.”
I wake in an unfamiliar, dark room, body sore, mouth dry.
My hair has fallen into my eyes, preventing me from getting a good view of my surroundings, but when I go to brush it out of my face, I’m met with resistance.
Fuck. I search for any memory of how I arrived here, only to be reminded by the familiar low timbre of…
“Tsk tsk tsk, Blanche. Can’t remember how you got here? Let me remind you.”
The force of Henry’s lips on mine threatens to knock the chair back and send us both to the floor.
His kiss is fervent, full of passion and need.
I want to wrap my limbs around him and sink my claws into his skin the same way he’s sunk his into my mind.
I could lose myself in this kiss. In him.
But he pulls away too quickly, biting my bottom lip hard and leaving me breathless and panting.
“Oh, poor girl, did you want more?” He leans in, and my heart rate spikes with the promise of his mouth on mine again. He comes closer still, until there’s only a hair’s breadth of space between us, and I open for him, welcoming his skillful tongue.
Spit.
“Here you go.” His mouth is still so close to mine I can feel his smile, but he doesn’t bridge the gap between us. “I know the concoction I gave you is known to leave your mouth dry. Hopefully, this helps. If you need more, just let me know,” he says, pulling back with a wink.
“Henry, what the fuck are you doing? You can’t just drug your employees and tie them up!” I shift in the chair, trying and failing to loosen the ropes that bind me. “Ugh! Let me go!”
Henry stands from where he was hunched in front of me, his hand lifting my chin so that I meet his gaze. “Oh my dear Blanche, we’re just getting started.”
“He was…persuasive.”
“You and I both know it doesn’t take much to persuade you if the dick is that good.” Pam rolls her eyes.
“Touché, bitch, touché.”
“Was it at least worth it to go with him? Did he treat you right?”
“Oh yes, we’re definitely going to have to pierce these.”
The devil laughs at my screams as the pain from the nipple clamps radiates through my body. It’s better than the alternative, though. The contraption connects my clit to my nipples, and I’m strung up so that one of them will suffer no matter how I move.
“That’s such a good fucking bitch you’re being for me, baby.” He reaches up to play with one of my aching breasts while sucking the other into his mouth, enhancing the pain even further. “I would call you my good little whore, but you aren’t even getting paid to do this for me, are you?”
“Fuck you.”
I spit in his face, the only thing I can do to exact any revenge with my hands tied up. Of course, it’s not the smartest move in my position, but I can’t let him talk to me like that and not do anything about it. He could literally kill me right now, so I’m lucky all he does is grin.
He wipes his face, then licks my spit from his hand.
“Mmm, that was fucking sexy, you little menace. Let me know next time, and I’ll open my mouth. Of course, I’m still going to have to punish you. I had planned to prep your tight little asshole before fucking you there, but I think I’ll go ahead and do it now.”
Okay, anal isn’t the worst thing that could come from spitting in my boss/captor’s face. I’m always up for a good back-door session. Even without prep, as long as someone knows what they’re doing and uses the proper lube, it’s…
Henry lines himself behind me, his already erect cock pushing against my ass. “No lube, baby. You wanted to spit, so that’s all you’ll get.”
“Let’s just say he indulged in some of my more depraved kinks.”
“Ah, a true gentleman. Well, I’m glad you had fun. Even though you’re telling me less than you ever have about one of your liaisons.”
“Sorry, Pam. I’m just still exhausted, I think.”
“I’m just messing with you. I hope you at least used protection. Two full days of sex with Blanche Bedford had to be like what? A hundred condoms?”
“Mmmfuck, yes. Milk it out of me, baby, that’s it. We have to keep you good and full, don’t we?” Henry’s cock jerks as he releases himself in me once again, adding to the pool of cum he’s already pumped inside. I’m too blissed out to care as another orgasm washes over me.
I’ve had my fair share of pearl necklaces, but I’ve never fucked without a condom.
At this point, I’ve lost all concept of time and space.
I couldn’t tell you where I am, who I am, what day it is, or how many times I’ve come.
I’m on birth control anyway, so who really cares, right?
I’m just thankful he finally untied me and has me on a comfortable bed.
Not that I don’t enjoy bondage, but I lost feeling in my limbs long enough to be scared I’d never be able to use them again.
Henry sits up on his knees, pulling free from me at last, and I miss him immediately.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stretch of him, but his absence after so long feels criminal.
I might be more upset about it if he didn’t look so devastating, kneeling between my legs with his hair disheveled, a sheen of perspiration coating his muscles, and red welts rising from my nails.
His attention is locked between my legs, where the evidence of our union drips down my thigh.
“Are you on birth control, Blanche?” he asks, reaching for where our cum drips, and pushing it gently back inside.
I nod.
“Get off it.”
“Excuse me?” I say, sitting up.
My attempt to gain some high ground in this conversation is short-lived as he climbs over me, caging me between his arms as he forces me to lie back down. “I said get. Off. It.”
I can’t say a word or pull away from his stare as a storm of obsession brews in his darkened eyes. Its power washes over me like a tide of fire, burning into my soul.
I nod.
“Your womb is mine. You’re mine to breed. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
Pam returns to the living room with two glasses and a bottle of wine. I was so lost in my memories that I didn’t realize she had left.
“So are you going to keep seeing him?” she asks, pouring us both a glass.
I don’t think I have much of a choice either way.
“Should I? I mean, he’s my boss. I didn’t push so hard to start a career just to be that woman who sleeps her way to the top. I spent weeks learning everything about the Sinclair Corporation once I was hired, and I don’t plan to let all that effort go to waste.”
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it as long as you both enjoy each other. Technically, you slept with him before you even knew he was your boss! Plus, you hardly ever find a man who doesn’t bore you.”
“No, he’s definitely not boring. That’s for sure…”
“Your other option is to avoid him as much as possible at work. Make sure there’s always someone else around when you’re with him so nothing can happen.”
That didn’t even stop us the first time. “That’s going to be hard, considering I’m going with him and a very intimate group on a trip next week.”
“Then have fun during the trip and reevaluate your feelings when you get back. Consider it a no-strings-attached trial period. If you want more when you get back, great! If you feel like calling it quits, less great because no sex, but still all the power to you!”
If I give this man two weeks of my life, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be the same. The pull he has on me is a force like nothing I’ve ever felt. If I don’t fight my way out of his orbit now, I know I’ll never make it out, in this life or the next.
“You’re right. It’s just a couple more weeks of fun. What kind of damage can that cause?”