Dangerous Thirst (Possessing Her Book 1), page 8
“You don’t know?” he quipped, disappointed with my answer.
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have tried to escape. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to break your lamp. Please don’t hurt me!” I begged him as a tear slid down my face, my heart pumping faster than usual.
I was waiting for him to snap and hit me or continue choking me. I knew he would have to hurt me at this point after turning down so many other opportunities in the past. Gone was my faith in him. I was certain this would not end well.
Anyone with the balls to take someone from their home in the middle of the night was not the type of person you wanted to cross. He was dangerous and willing to do whatever he had to. He’d already said I was a means to an end, so I knew he had to be serious about whatever he planned to do with me.
We were stuck in another stare down, so I dropped my gaze to the floor, hoping not to anger him any further by looking directly at him. His chest was tight with tension, his ab muscles flexed. A strange sensation coursed through me, a desire to lick the water from his chest. I clenched my eyes closed, forcing myself to regain control of myself.
This man was my captor—I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to him, and I definitely shouldn’t want him in the way I did. He had stripped me from the life I knew. I should hate him, but I found that impossible. I wanted to understand him, if only he could spare me one more time.
Slowly, he released his grip from around my neck one hand at a time before taking a step backward. He looked to be calming himself just as I was. With trembling fingers, I pulled the spaghetti strap of my satin nightgown above my shoulder.
Unsure of what he planned to do, I remained focused on the ground, trying to convey my helplessness. I was no threat, and I wanted him to know that. He could have his way with me—he was so strong and big while I was weak and defenseless.
My chest rose and fell in waves, waiting for his reaction, which I knew would soon come. He was breathing so hard I could hear each inhale and exhale. What was strange was I missed his touch already.
I’d been terrified with his hands wrapped around my neck, but now that he’d released me, I wanted to be back in his grip. It was a complete mindfuck I couldn’t wrap my head around. My thoughts pinged back and forth from desire to fear, a strange and foreign pairing.
When I finally glanced up, I found his gaze raking over me, his eyes hooded with what looked like hunger. He was an animal, ready to pounce on me. I could see it in his stance, his eyes, the way his temples tensed like he was clenching his jaw.
His hand moved so quickly I could barely cover my face, afraid he would strike me. Instead, he gripped my wrist so tightly it hurt, pulling me back to the bed.
“No! Please!” I cried, terrified of what he planned to do.
My captor was more aggressive than usual, tossing me to the bed like a rag doll before wrapping the first rope around my wrist. I fought him with all my might, but it was useless. His strong body was overpowering as he restrained me.
I could sense he wanted to come off as indifferent and unbothered, but from the way he was breathing, I thought otherwise. His bare chest was heaving as he all but panted. Sweat mixed with the water from his shower as he hovered over me.
I knew he wanted me. I could tell from the way his erection pressed into me while he pinned me against the wall. But I found I wasn’t disgusted in the way I imagined I would be. Seeing even a sliver more of his face made me relax a little. He was handsome, that much I was sure of. He rose from the bed and stared at me for a long moment.
Although I still wore my nightgown, I felt naked beneath his glare, and my legs squirmed as he watched me with such intensity in his eyes I couldn’t look away. Finally, he moved toward the door, switching off the lights before leaving. He slammed the door so loud I twitched in shock.
He’d left me alone again without hurting me. If there was ever a time for him to hurt me, it was then. There was no denying I had attempted to escape. Yet, he’d restrained himself, but for what reason I had no idea.
What he didn’t know was that before I tried my hand at the window, I retrieved the metal nail file from the medicine cabinet in case I was caught. Tucked beneath the mattress, it could be another route out of the nightmare he’d brought me into.
Twisting my body, I reached for the edge of the bed against the will of my restraints. The rope tugged at my arm, and I knew it would leave a mark from the pain it sent throughout my body. But I needed that file, so I kept tugging until I could finally grasp it between my middle and index finger.
Moving slowly, afraid of dropping it on the floor, I brought it to the bed. I strained to catch my breath as my wrist stung from the burn of the thick rope. My captor had never come to check on me during the course of the night, so I was fairly confident I could spend the entire night sawing through the rope with the nail file.
I knew I’d need to be quiet, but that was the easiest part. Getting the file was hard work and figuring out what to do once I’d freed myself would be even harder.
I kept thinking of my kids and how they needed me. I couldn’t afford to be scared when so many people depended on me. So I pressed the file against the rope, moving my hand back and forth as I tried to cut at least one thread. The file was rusting, and I began to doubt its sharpness, when I finally saw a bit of traction.
A rare smile crept across my face as I realized I might have a way out of the restraints. It was a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a while, one of true happiness and accomplishment. My arm worked faster as I grew urgent now that it seemed possible. I was sawing with such focus that I didn’t notice the figure in the doorway until it was too late.
His frame barely fit into the doorway, and his bright blue eyes pierced through the darkness. He was angry; I could tell without even seeing his face. In the dark, I couldn’t tell if he wore the bandana, and before my eyes could adjust, he pounced on me.
This time he straddled me, placing my thin, weak body between his strong thighs. His hand went to my neck, and I heard myself gasp, though I could not say I meant to let the sound escape me.
“You just don’t listen,” he growled, his eyebrows scrunching together. I was beyond afraid, my entire body frozen in place, watching and waiting for what he would do next.
Lowering his face to mine, he looked me in my eyes, and I felt the fear creeping up from my chest. He wasn’t wearing the bandana, but it was still too dark to make out his features. However, I could feel the anger permeating from his body.
This was going to be the time that he hurt me, I knew it. My legs were so tense I doubted I could walk on them, and my arms so sore, throwing a punch would be impossible. Besides, there was nothing I could do beneath him. I was at his mercy completely, helpless and defenseless.
What scared me most was what hid beneath the fear. There was a small sense of desire that liked to be under his control, tied up with his heavy body above me, waiting to see what he would do to me. The arousal was evident between my legs, and I pressed my thighs together to alleviate the need for pressure.
He smelled so good, a mix of freshness with the sweat of a man. It was intoxicating, and his eyes were so seductive I had to look away. He breathed like an animal, hungry as he stared at his prey, contemplating what he would do next. I lay helpless, hoping whatever he did wouldn’t be too bad, but strangely looking forward to my punishment. Would he punish me for betraying him or give me another slap on the wrist? I couldn’t be sure, and he gave nothing away, always short with words. As always, I waited in anticipation, but this time it was laced with lust.
15. Chapter Thirteen
Hunter
Sunday
How did I even get here? A week ago, I was a successful attorney who dealt with corporations, mergers, and acquisitions. I barely spoke to anyone outside of my professional circle, always too busy with the next case to entertain anything other than work.
I thought I enjoyed my life as it was, but now I questioned everything. This wild ordeal forced me to see myself in a new light. Questioning everything I knew about myself, I wondered if I would even enjoy returning to the world I was committing a crime to protect.
The woman had betrayed me, breaking a rule as she attempted to escape, and I wanted to bend her over my knee and punish her for it until her pale skin went warm beneath my palm. It took every ounce of self-control I could muster to restrain myself. But by some miracle, I got her back into the restraints without incident.
For the first time, she fought me while I tied her, and that turned me on. Everything she did seemed to turn me on. When she was finally in the bed, I had to stop myself again as I stared at her from the foot of the bed. She looked so sexy in her negligee, squirming in the restraints.
Again, I managed to leave, though images of her refused to leave me. Lying in bed, all I could see was her thin body, panting as her plump lips puckered for me. I’d gripped my manhood thinking about what I would do to her. She was so sexy and innocent lying there helpless.
While it was shocking how turned on I was, it made sense. I’d always been controlling in every aspect of my life besides the bedroom. It was only natural I would get the same enjoyment with a woman to dominate.
Staying away from her was impossible. My body was drawn to her like metal to a magnet, but when I came to check on her, I heard a strange noise. I opened the door quietly to find her trying to escape again.
It was all I needed—another reason to punish her, to show her I was boss. I seized the opportunity, jumping onto her tiny body before gripping her neck with force. She was helpless, her eyes pleading, as her heart beat so fast I could feel it when I lowered my chest to hers.
My cock was so hard it hurt, my hips involuntary moving forward, needing to brush against the softness of a woman. She was afraid, and I liked it. The control was intoxicating as she looked to me with needy eyes.
“You keep betraying me. I think you want this,” I whispered in the darkness, running my fingertips across her soft, pale skin.
Her breathing grew heavier as I traced a line from her ankle up to her knees, watching her head fall back. I wanted to know what she was thinking but decided to let her body speak for her. When I touched her inner thigh, a soft moan fell from her lips, and I thought I might cum on myself.
Moving up her body, I traced along her neckline with my fingertips, watching as her mouth dropped open, her body needing more air. She was turned on, I could tell. Again, her nipples hardened, poking the soft fabric of her nightgown, but this time, I decided to do something about it.
Reaching beneath the thin fabric, I cupped her perfectly perky breast. It was just enough to fill my hand, and the heaviness made me want to plunge deep inside her tight pussy. She was panting now, and I twirled her nipple between the fingertips of my index finger and thumb.
God, I was so turned on. It was the most exhilarating moment of my life to hear her moan for me, restrained to the bed. There was nothing she could do, nowhere she could run. I wanted to make her orgasm until she couldn’t take it anymore. My own desperate need for release was far from my thoughts. All I wanted to do was take her to ecstasy.
“You like that?” I questioned, although her body had already betrayed her. I knew she was dying for more. She whimpered a little, and I took that as a sign and moved to the other breast, teasing that nipple until it stood as hard as an icicle.
My mouth watered with the need to taste her soft body, but I couldn’t be sure if that would be too much. Unable to stop myself, I lowered my mouth to her hardened tip and gently ran my tongue across the erect skin. She gasped, her arms tugging at the restraints.
Wanting more, I gently sucked on her breast, tasting the saltiness of her nerves as her body squirmed a bit. Bringing her nipple to my teeth, I tugged softly, and she moaned. I could feel the moisture from the tip of my cock, precum seeping from my length.
Straddling her again, I watched as her breathing slowed before her attention turned to me, emotion on her face. Was she scared or disappointed I’d stopped? I couldn’t tell.
“Do you like belonging to me?” I heard myself ask.
Her eyes squinted for a second before she slowly nodded. I needed her in that moment. Needed to ram my stiff cock into her until she cried my name. Fuck, I was hard and ready to have my way with her. My mind raced with ways I’d make her cum, how I’d twist and contort her in the restraints.
It was wild how much I wanted to fuck her while she was helpless. It wasn’t about the foreplay. I wanted to fuck her just as she was, her legs and arms tied to the bed while her sweet pussy creamed for me. I needed to fuck her.
“You like it, huh?” I asked, my lips hovering above hers. Again, she nodded, this time less apprehensively.
Lowering my head to her ear, I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. She smelled majestic, sweet, and needy. Her dark hair fell over my face in soft waves as my mouth moved to her ear. Tracing her earlobe with my tongue, I moved to kiss along her neck before grazing my teeth against her skin. A red streak followed my movements as I marked her as mine.
She was so sexy, so sweet, so mine. I’d never wanted anyone so bad in my life, nor had my cock been as hard. She was driving me crazy, but I liked every second of it.
She was panting again when my face moved back to hers. Her skin was flushed with desire as she looked at me with needy eyes.
“You like being mine, Olivia?” My lips were inches from her plump, pink lips. I wanted to see what she tasted like everywhere.
She nodded again, but that wasn’t good enough for me this time. I wanted to hear her tell me, something I would force her to do in everything. I wanted to hear how good my cock tasted against her tongue. She’d have to tell me when she was about to cum and scream how good it made her feel. I wanted to hear everything.
“Tell me,” I ordered.
“I like being yours,” she answered after a brief pause.
“Oh yeah?” I questioned, moving my mouth closer to hers.
“Yeah,” she spoke on my lips.
“Then prove it.”
I captured her mouth swiftly, gripping the nape of her neck as my tongue slid past her lips to taste the sweetness of hers. She was stiff and frozen for a second, and I began to question if I’d made a huge mistake, but then she relaxed. With my hand lifting her head, I could feel her entire body go lax as she moved her tongue in waves, kissing me back.
A rush of excitement flooded through me, knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was a fantasy I didn’t know I had. She was completely mine, under my control, and she liked it. I knew she wanted me to fuck her, but I could have gotten off just from the taste of her sweet mouth. The way she moved her tongue against mine made me wonder what else she could do with it. Everything about her was seductive, and I wanted more.
When I finally pulled away, she was panting, her lips a little swollen. I stared at her for a few seconds before taking her mouth again.
I couldn’t get enough, kissing her hard and passionately. My teeth grazed against her tongue, and she moaned in my mouth, causing another drop of precum to glaze my tip. I was beside myself with arousal, kissing her like she was the most important woman in the world.
Needing to touch her with every available piece of my body, I gripped her thigh, and her nightgown slid up to her hip. Reaching beneath the thin fabric, I ran my finger along her panty line, teasing her. I could feel the moisture, but nothing prepared me for the slickness I felt when I reached beneath her panties. She was soaking wet, her pussy so soft I almost came.
Her body tensed up from my touch, and I broke our connection completely, jumping from the bed in a panic. I didn’t want to scare her or make her do something she didn’t want, and my biggest fear was to push her further than she was willing to go.
Shaking my head, I walked to the door, unable to look at her. Just as I reached the doorway, she called out to me. “Please let me go,” she whimpered.
“You should get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day,” I answered flatly, suddenly looking forward to the drop-off. What had seemed like a good thing began to taste sour in my mouth, but nothing could change how illicitly erotic it felt.
“Why? What’s tomorrow?”
“You won’t be mine any longer.”
“What do you mean?” she cried, but I walked away without responding, pulling the door shut behind me.
When I got to my room, I raced to my bed, desperate to relieve myself. She’d wound me up to a place of no return, and I needed to release. She was overpowering me with her allure whether she knew it or not.
She had all the power, but I had all the control. It was a dangerous combination, but tomorrow it would have to come to an end when I gave her up to the people who really wanted her. She had no idea what would happen next, and neither did I, which only intensified the chemistry between us.
