Chapter 17 #2
He strokes out the pain with his tongue and blows cool air over my nipple.
Grabbing my hips, he lifts me out of the water, turns us, and spreads me out on the flat tiled edge of the hot tub, so my legs dangle in the water from the knees down.
Sliding me a look of pure roguery, he cups his lips around my nub through my bikini bottom, setting me aquiver with need. I whimper, yearning for more.
He wrenches my bikini bottom off, pushes my thighs apart, and tugs my hips to the verge of the water.
Flattening his tongue against my folds, he drags it up to my clit, then sharpens it to a point and twirls it about my nub. God, that feels good. My thighs quake, and my hips jump, but he presses a hand into my lower belly, holding me down.
“No coming without my permission.” His voice is thick with lust. “Eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”
Through droopy eyelids I look down at his sable mane, deep-set eyes, and pillowy lips.
His tongue, lips, and teeth alternate lapping, sucking, and grazing my clit, granting me blissful friction.
He delves into my hot furrow, and I cry out as his tongue leisurely circles my inner walls. It’s too much pleasure and not enough.
Drill, bat, plunge, suckle, drag, nip—he picks up his rhythm, and I wriggle under his grip, trying to escape his inexorable attack yet greedy for more.
At one point I close my eyes, and instantly he stops.
Blinking my eyes, I beg. “Please, Leith.”
With a slow, wicked grin he resumes his attentions. Like layers of rock piling up to form a tower, my orgasm gathers height and heft. Several times I’m so near I have to dig my nails into my hand to keep from coming. Sensing I’m close, each time Leith slows his tongue, and my peak flattens out.
At last, amidst an intense bout of licking and sucking that I’ll never survive, he lifts his head. “Come for me, Flame.”
Relief courses through my bloodstream.
He spears three fingers into me and pumps them in and out while pressing his tongue into my clit.
My tower crashes down, and my control snaps.
Screaming his name, I bow my back off the tile, juddering and spasming around his fist. Euphoria spools out like a jagged cord, stretching on and on as he grinds his teeth and tongue into my clit and pistons his fingers into me.
“Such a needy, sloppy wee wife.” Rising up, he slams his lips to mine, filling my palate with my own tangy cum. I don’t want to love his kiss as much as I do, but he gives me no choice. My tongue is a slave to his, and my lips fuse to his like candy floss to a paper cone.
He must’ve sloughed off his boxer briefs during our kiss because I feel his silken tip prodding my entrance, and my pussy pulsates in response. In one death-dealing thrust he transfixes me, rearranging my insides. Screaming into his mouth, I claw at his back and wrap my thighs about his hips.
Over and over he impales me, robbing me of the ability to feel anything other than full of him. And the more he swells inside me, the closer he brings me to the edge.
It’s inevitable, the whisper of a tease of a promise, an incidental collision. And there I am, on the edge, ready to fly.
He breaks our kiss. “Come now, Flame.”
I do, and how. So does he, in the periphery of my consciousness. It’s as if he’s given life to me when I was nowt but a soft toy. Every cell of my body jerks with awareness and sensory overload. Every nerve ending lights on fire as if doused with petrol, and every pore opens in expectation.
My heedless moans echo off the walls of the house, the fence, and the trees as I repeatedly clench his cock in a death grip. His whole body tenses as he spills his hot cum inside me, and I fall limply against the edge of the tub, spent, sated, and spaced out.
Looking at the world upside down from my collapsed position, I have a moment of clarity.
I’ve been in denial about the seriousness of Leith’s threats to kill me.
From where I was standing, he seemed to be relenting and thinking better of his mission to destroy me.
But in fact, his plans to avenge Aaron were only on hold until such time as I touched a nerve.
Today I inadvertently did, by having associated with Stennis.
Who knows when I will again, however unknowingly?
Even in my cloud of postcoital contentment I see I’ll need to plan an escape.
Leith may be fine with holding my life in the balance from day to day, but then again it’s not his life.
Till now, I’ve been reticent with Skye about Leith.
But if she and Lachlan can help me, I’ll open up to them at last.
The honeymoon is well and truly over.
Leith pulls me onto his lap again in the hot tub, but I see no reason why I should pretend. My body stiffens in his arms, and my mind is already turning over ways to give him the slip.
His rough, irresistible chuckle sounds at my ear. As his fingers play with my folds I find myself relaxing like an elastic band. “You’re on your guard, I see. And you’re no doubt planning your escape. But not for long, sweetheart. You’re under house arrest.”
I tense, fighting not to give in again to his addictive touch. “What?”
“You’re my prisoner in this house until further notice.
And in case you have plans of running, let me remind you what I hold over you.
” He lets a pregnant pause stretch between us.
“Your mother, your stepfather, your sister, your own career. All these will be destroyed if you set foot outside these doors.”
My body vibrates with fury, and adrenaline courses through my blood as I struggle in his firm hold. One arm bands my waist, and the other hand encircles my throat. “You’re a pure roaster.?1 You can’t hold me captive. My friends and family—the world—will wonder what’s happened to me.”
“Voice distortion technology is good enough that I can reassure them on your behalf, and they’ll be none the wiser.”
Seeing he’s serious, I cast about for arguments that’ll change his mind. “Amanda and Elsa will never go along with this.”
“Amanda and Elsa are loyal to me.” He says it with such quiet, confident finality, I know he’s right.
In desperation, I entertain the notion of sticking it out. “Until when?”
“Until I deem you’ve paid your debt to Aaron.” Surging from the water, he slings me over one shoulder and climbs out of the tub, stepping down onto the patio.
As soon as he’s set me on my feet, I lash out with my fists, but he grabs my wrists and secures them behind my back with his belt.
I start to scream, but he stuffs my bikini bottom in my mouth and rips my top off to tie the gag around my head.
As he puts on his boxer briefs, I turn and run, not caring that I’m naked.
I get as far as the sliding doors, which I manage to open, when he swoops me up in his arms and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of tennis balls.
I writhe and kick, until he pins my legs under his strong arm and carries me through the hall, dripping wet and bare-bottomed.
It’s so humiliating I stop screaming into my gag so I don’t call attention to myself.
He carries me all the way upstairs into our bedroom and locks the door.
No sooner has he set me down than I dash toward the door and slam my shoulder against it. It’s not my brightest move, but I want to make a statement. Immediately I smart from the impact and bounce off the door like a Sistema container.
Leith scoops me up and tosses me onto the bed, using ropes to tie one ankle around one bedpost and the other around the opposite.
Now my hands are under me, forcing me to arch my back, and I can’t move, because my legs are trussed up.
Drool dribbles down the sides of my mouth around the bikini gag, and salty tears slide down my cheeks.
I’m so mad at Leith, if my hands were free, I’d punch his perfect face.
As it is, I glare daggers at him.
He stands beside the bed and cups my chin, mirth filtering through his voice. “Wait for me, Scheherazade.”
As if I have a choice!
Holding my eye, he trails his fingers down my belly to my heat. I blush as he collects copious arousal and brings it to his lips, licking it off.
It’s silent proof that my body wants him, however deranged his handling of me.
With a knowing smirk he turns and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door.
I growl behind the gag as the shower starts up.
He’s just going to leave me here? It doesn’t help that there’s no angle I can lie at that grants me a reprieve.
The worst part is how wet I am. My pussy pounds as if it expects a reprise of the hot tub.
Eventually Leith pads out of the bathroom with a towel slung low about his hips.
My nipples stand straight up as his eyes meet mine with a devilish look.
He knows the effect he’s having on me, knows part of me likes being helpless before him.
His hard abs glisten with moisture, and his firm pecs mesmerize me.
Letting the towel drop to the floor, he reveals his magnificent cock before reaching for a pair of boxer briefs and pulling them on.
Nooo!
Smiling at my visible disappointment, he proceeds to don trousers and a button-down. He stoops and holds my big toe to his lips, slurping it then sucking. My whole body jerks violently from all the sensations he unleashes.
He straightens and strokes the bottom of my foot. “Good girl.”
Sauntering out, he closes and locks the door.
I release a frustrated moan. This is the opposite of my experience the night I was assaulted.
Then I dissociated because I couldn’t bear losing control.
Now I’m forced to feel everything—the cool air over my naked body, the bite of the bikini that binds my wrists, my empty stomach grumbling, the taste of nylon in my mouth—and all of it turns me on.
The fact that I can’t move or cry out only intensifies my arousal.
And this time I desperately want the man who took away my control.
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