Chapter 17
Iknew it was coming. In fact, I mentally walked through every step of helping Gavin to the bathroom. I’d make sure he remained handcuffed. Of course, he wouldn’t be allowed to go alone.
That lasted two seconds.
The moment he pulled out his cock through the opening of his boxers, I knew it was a mistake to stay. I’m sure it was done on purpose, something to make me squirm, but the way he held it in his fist, like he was about to pleasure himself, made him peeing a sexual act. The fact that I wanted to watch, that I held my breath as that first stream shot out, made me feel like a pervert.
“Some people like that kind of stuff,” Miri said nonchalant much later that night when I confessed it to her. “Getting peed on is a kink. Golden showers and all that.”
“Eww.” I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to get peed on.”
“Maybe not by just anyone. But you definitely might want to by him.”
I stared at her for a long while as she took of sip of her wine while we lounged in her living room after getting the kids to sleep in her bed. “Have you ever done that?”
“No. But when the guy I’ve been with has been able to get me hot enough, I’ve done other things.”
“Like?” I urged her to continue when she didn’t elaborate.
A little giggle escaped her as if she was remembering all the naughty shit she’s done in her lifetime. “Just things. Trust me, if the right guy wanted to pee on me, I’d let him. But my sexual experiences have been different, so I might be more open to stuff like that.”
“Hmm.” I thought about that. Miri has always been a lot more open sexually. Even though she can’t trust anyone in a relationship, she doesn’t deny herself the pleasure of both male and female company at least once every other week.
In the six years we’ve known each other, she’s taken on several lovers while I’ve had only a handful. And Troy was only for the thirty seconds, so I’m not sure he counts. Of course, it would stand to reason my experience is limited. Not to mention that Miri knows my history. Knows why I don’t seek partners often.
But the days I spent at The Red have made up for that. I’ve let Gavin do things to me I wouldn’t have done with anyone else. Yes, I was being blackmailed into it. But still.
“If it bothers you, I’ll help him,” Miri offered when I remained quiet for a long time. “I’m a nurse. It’s what I do.”
God bless her, she’s such a good friend. The best friend, actually. When I called her from the car I hijacked, and told her I was on the way with my unconscious boss, she didn’t question me. Instead, she got the space ready to hold him.
Yes, she’s that person, the one that would do anything for me and I’d die for her.
But when I thought of her going into the bathroom with Gavin and possibly seeing his dick, I was consumed by a guttural reaction that had me snarling, “I got it.”
She turned to me with an amused expression, but said nothing.
In the end, however, I decided there was no choice but to give him privacy. There are some things no one should see you do. Besides, there are no windows in the bathroom for him to exit through.
Everything went smoothly. Not once did he attempt to escape. He went in, did his thing, came back out.
So earlier, when he asked me if he could shower, I said yes.
Now, I’m waiting outside the door, my ear flat against the wood, listening to him moving around in there. Sure, things are probably more difficult with the cuffs on. But I’m not going to help him. Though I have imagined it.
God, the torture. I must be ovulating because it’s damn near impossible not to offer him a hand just so I can see what he looks like wet. Rivulets streaming down his chiseled abs. His slick muscles flexing.
I clutch the gray sweats and T-shirt to my chest. Miri grabbed them for me from the store when she went grocery shopping. Cheap clothes that might offend him, but it’s all we got.
The water shuts off and I push away from the door.
“Gavin,” I call to him and knock. “I’ve brought you some clothes.”
He shoves the curtain to the side. “You can come in.”
Without a thought, I step inside, only to find him standing naked on the mat. Any decent woman would glance away. But all I can do is follow the streams of water as they trace the contours of his chest and abdomen. They roll over his pelvic area, and down his cock.
It twitches and I finally tear my eyes off him. He’s grinning like he knows what he does to me.
“Put these on.” I shove the clothes into his hands and rush out, slamming the door behind me.
A few minutes later, he comes out, the gray sweats hanging sinfully low on his hips, the T-shirt in his hands instead of covering his toned chest, and I’m suddenly breathless.
“You’re going to have to release the cuffs if you want me to wear this,” he tells me.
Damn. I didn’t think about that.
I clear my throat. How is it possible someone can be just as hot in five dollar sweats as they are in an expensive tailored suit?
“Just go back to the bed.” I point in the direction of my room.
He chuckles, but obeys. When he lies down, it squeaks loudly and for some reason, it makes him grin wider.
“What?” I ask him.
Lifting his arms over his head, he grabs hold of one of the headboard spindles of my Jenny Lind bed. His lids drop in an unmistakable smolder. “No wonder you haven’t tried anything with me, and I know you’ve wanted to. But everyone would hear us.”
I roll my eyes and grab the cuff keys from the top of the dresser. “You wish.”
“Have you decided how long you’re going to keep me like this?” he asks.
“Seven days. Just like you did to me.” I’ve been thinking about that. Seems fair.
“Except, we didn’t finish our term,” he reminds me.
“Fine. Five days. You’ve been here two and change. So…” I bend over him to unlock one of the cuffs, loop it around the spindle, and reset it on his wrist.
Because I can sense his gaze on me, I peek down. As I thought, he’s watching me. And we’re so close to each other, my face mere inches above his, that I can see every detail in his irises— the specks of gold over the light blue, the near black ring that outlines the color, and the silvery starburst in the center. Complicated, just like the way he uses those beautiful eyes to confuse me.
On the one hand, they’re intense and penetrating. They force their way into my very soul and demand to go further still. But they’re inviting too. Beckoning me to forget he’s a bad man and play with him of my own free will. It’s such a tempting proposition too.
It takes everything I have to look away. To finish what I’m doing. Wait, what was I doing?
I jump back when his teeth clamp down on my left breast. “What was that for?!”
“I want you.”
“So you bit me?” I rub the sore spot over my bra.
He trails his molten gaze over me. “Straddle me, Andie. I want to feel you.”
“You don’t call the shots anymore, remember?”
“Then do it because you want to.” He’s looking at me that way he did when we were in his penthouse, like he would devour me if he wasn’t tied up. “Straddle me. Sit on my face. Do whatever you please. I can’t stop you.”
I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t do something to the deepest part of my belly. Something gooey and warm and tight. Maybe if I didn’t know what he feels like inside me it would be easier to resist. But I do and it makes me ache.
I glance at the doorway, my breaths already increasing. “They could be back any minute.”
“Then you should hurry.”
Looking back at him is a huge mistake because, damn, he’s just as sexy all tied up as he is when he’s dominating me in the bedroom.
“Fuck.” I go to shut and lock the door. As I return to the bed, I tug off my cotton blouse and kick off my jeans. “What am I doing?”
“Making me pay,” he offers, but the heat in his gravelly tone doesn’t make him sound like someone about to suffer in the least.
I climb onto the mattress and throw a leg over him. Immediately he lifts his hips, grinding the bulge beneath those gray sweats into my core.
Though I try to hold back a moan, it’s impossible to. My body is going to do whatever the hell it wants. React however the fuck it wants.
Bending down, I kiss him. Not a peck, or anything sweet that can be misconstrued as emotional. But a real heated, I-want-to-screw-you, kind of kiss. It’s hungry and selfish, and I don’t care. I suck on his tongue, bite his lips, taste every inch of his mouth.
He lets me, giving me everything I want and more. I pull away, not because I can’t breathe, but because I want him to make me even more breathless.
I tug my top and bra over my breasts. They hang heavy and achy over his face, and when I press one to his lips, he latches on like he knows exactly what I need. Every nip and lick shoots a bolt of electricity straight through my clit.
“God, yes!” My toes curl and I moan so loudly the bed doesn’t have to squeak for anyone to know what we’re doing.
He sucks my nipples until I’m grinding myself shamelessly on him. And when I can’t take it anymore, I throw my panties off and roughly work on his sweats. I pull them down to his knees and his cock springs upward, thick and ready.
“Before you do that, let me taste you,” he whispers huskily.
“What?”
“It’s been too many days. I want to taste your pussy.”
I want to tell him I’m in charge. I decide what I’ll do. The thing is, I want him to taste me too.
So, I climb over his legs, the tip of his dick sliding across my slit as I move upward. Then, with my hands gripping the headboard for support, his head between my legs, I position my core near his mouth.
He shuts his eyes as he begins to taste. His tongue is everywhere, lapping up my passion like it’s the cure to his insanity.
My thighs begin to tremble as my climax builds, as he overwhelms my senses. But I don’t want to finish like this. I need him inside me. He’s right. It’s been too many days.
I slide down his chest, until the head of his cock is pressing against my wet core. He thrusts upward at the same time as I slam down, and impales me in that deliciously painful way that makes me gasp.
We fit so well.
Instantly, I’m a madwoman, relentlessly fucking him, pressing into him, urging him deeper into me. My fingers on his chest, I dig my nails into his skin until he winces. But even then, I don’t stop. I want him to hurt a little, the way I want him to make me hurt.
I’m so lost in this state of intoxication, that I don’t notice when his hands circle my wrists. I don’t know what’s happening until it’s too late and he’s flipping me onto my back, my arms pinned over my head.
It takes me a moment for the haze of lust to clear enough to see him above me, filling my entire view. Then we’re no longer alone. Someone else is with us. The monster from so long ago.
My entire body goes rigid as it’s him that I see now, only him. His face above mine, his leering grin and his dark soulless eyes. He’s holding me down and I’m helpless. So fucking helpless.
“Andie!” Someone calls in the distance. “Shit. Shit.”
Abruptly, I’m torn from the scene of my past. I’m hovering over someone. He’s holding my hands to his chest. His strong heart beats against my palms. Warmth seeps into my fingers and I can move them again.
“Andie. You’re in control.” He releases me, placing his hands on the sides of his head. “You stop when you want to. Look at me.”
I force myself to obey. Gavin. I’m straddling him once more. I’m the one in control.
He lets out a breath and swallows. “Andie.” The single word carries the weight of the knowledge of what happened to me. He knows. He knows.
Before he can say anything else, I press a finger to his lips. “Shh. Don’t. Please.”
I close my eyes and exhale. Then, I begin to move over him. I’m in control.
It doesn’t take much to get me there, to the point of no return, where not even a monster can keep the pleasure from washing over me.
Gavin follows shortly after, his hands going to my hips to keep me in place as he pumps into me. But it’s a gentle grip. One that won’t keep me there if I don’t want to be.
When we’re both done and spent, our gazes lock. But almost immediately, I glance away.
“Andie.”
“Don’t.” I climb off him. Off the mattress. “Just don’t.”
He sits up and watches me as I dress. “Not now. But we will talk about this.”
“We have an expiration date, Gavin.” I shove my pants back on. “There’s no reason to know more about me than you already do.”
Standing now too, he puts on his sweats. He grumbles something I can’t make out, but it sounds like a promise.
“Wha—?” I look up and see the cuffs dangling from the headboard. “How did you do that?”
While I’m here thinking he’s some kind of Harry Houdini, he bursts my bubble fairly easily when he says, “They’re fake, Andie.”
“Fake?” They seem real to me.
He grabs them and shows me. “See this lever? It’s a safety. Anyone stuck in these can get out by pulling it.”
“Why would Miri have…” In that moment, it dawns on me why my kinky friend would have something like this. I smack my palm against my forehead. “Figures.”
“Maybe she doesn’t know.”
My brow furrows as I pluck them from Gavin’s fingers. “She dated a cop a few years ago. He was a cheater. Turned out he was married. I wonder if he lied about being a cop too.” I raise my eyes to him. “How long have you known they’re fake?”
“Since the moment you put them on me. They didn’t feel real.”
I glance back at the cuffs, lifting them, weighing them. He’s right. They don’t feel real. These are much lighter, flimsier. I should know.
“You’ve been cuffed before?” I ask him.
“Yes.”
“Did you go to jail too?”
He shakes his head. It doesn’t surprise me. Rich men have ways of getting out of sticky situations.
Then, a thought hits me. “Why didn’t you leave when you had a chance?”
“Because...” He pauses, his lips parting slightly then shutting, then parting again.
But before he can come up with an explanation, the front door opens and the house is suddenly so loud with excited chatter, it shuts him up.
“They’re back from school,” I say.
Gavin extends his wrists to me. “You want to put them back on?”
“What’s the point.”
“You could tie me up with the rope again,” he offers with a grin. “That was hard to get out of.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way.” I slide open the top drawer of the nightstand, and search the bottom for the keypad. I enter my security code, and a small panel pops open. When I point the 9mm Glock his way, he narrows his eyes. “The cuffs may not have been real, but I assure you, this is. I can also assure you, I’m a good shot. You try to run before time is up, you’re going to end up with a nasty headache.”