“Shhh, don’t pull. I tied you up,” Dale whispered in her ear.
Her eyes snapped open at that. He had tied her? While she slept? And she hadn’t even noticed... She tried moving her hands. They were free, but Dale promptly captured them with his own and held them down above her head. She felt his strength and power. She was immobilized and at his mercy.
The notion sent a frisson of instinctive alarm through her, followed almost immediately by a thrill of arousal. She felt him slide something over her wrists, and then her hands were tied and secured to the bed. Alarm wanted to take over again, but this was Dale. She trusted him. He wouldn’t harm her.
He was studying her, his gaze never leaving hers. Then his head dipped, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing it to pebble and bead under his rough attention. As pleasure shot from her breast straight to her core, she bucked and arched off the bed as much as her bindings allowed, basking in glorious ecstasy. He moved to her other breast, lavishing loving attention on the other nipple, sucking hard and gently scraping his teeth along her heated flesh. The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt a flash of cool air on her breasts. Dale had moved away from her.
She moaned his name, needing him above her. Caressing her. Bringing her pleasure. She writhed on the bed, seeking his touch as he lit up a candelabra. The glow cast his muscular features in gold. He brought the candelabra to the side of the bed, enveloping her in the golden glow, too.
He set it down by the night table. All the candles were lit but one. Taking the unlit candle, he turned to her. A dark glint in his blue eyes. His attention turned momentarily away as he ran the bottom of the unlit candle over the flame of the candelabra. The thick shaft of the candle glistened and wept as the wax softened. Slowly he rotated the candle, creating a smooth and rounded end.
What was he up to? Being tied and exposed was strangely erotic. He watched her, and wherever his gaze traveled felt like a caress. She observed him too, his beautiful body bathed in candlelight. She focused her eyes on his member, semi-erect already, and watched it grow and harden under her gaze as if willed to readiness under her attention. The sight soaked her own core with need, but he seemed in no rush despite their state of readiness.
“Dale, please,” she begged, unable to contain her need any longer.
As an answer, he skimmed a hand over her belly. It felt nice, but she needed a more fulfilling caress. She moved her hips to get him to touch her there, between her legs, or to at least caress her breasts, but his hand remained maddeningly elusive. The knowing little smirk on his face seemed to understand her desperation, but he prolonged her torment.
“What do you want, Olivia?”
“You.”
“I’m right here.” He pretended to misunderstand.
The maddening man wanted her to spell it out.
“Inside me.”
“This?” He took hold of his member. Stroked it.
“Yes!”
“But you won’t have this anymore. Not after tomorrow.”
She closed her eyes in despair. Why? Why did he have to remind her of their impending separation right now? He was in a strange mood. Arousal, sadness, and fury seemed to meld in his eyes, but all were leashed together under his iron control. Her throat hurt and tears threatened to spill, and then she felt it.
Something smooth penetrated her. Sliding slickly into her moist core. She gave a choked cry and her vagina seized hungrily upon the invasion, as she realized it must be the candle he had smoothed over the flame. The shaft was still warm from the heat of the fire and his hands. Her eyes snapped to his. He still studied her with an inscrutable gaze.
“Like that?” He accompanied the question with a twirl of the object he had inserted in her.
She couldn’t even form a coherent thought, so she made some assenting noises. She was so aroused her clitoris was throbbing. It would take only a slight touch to get her off, but she couldn’t do it, and he would not.
“Please,” she begged again, past the point of caring if she sounded plaintive.
He continued to twirl and slide the object inside her as if he hadn’t heard her plea, and she closed her eyes again against the onslaught of pleasure.
“Yes, you seem to like this well enough. Just as well, as you may have to do with something like this when I’m not there anymore. Or maybe you won’t,” he mused. “Maybe you will find someone to replace me after all.”
Her eyes flew open, full of hurt. “Please don’t.” Olivia begged. She wanted to say more. But it was difficult to form complete sentences.
So he went on relentlessly. “Or maybe I won’t let you go. I could keep you tied up in this bedchamber. My prisoner. Mine. Tomorrow, when we don’t appear as agreed, the future people will assume you have changed your mind. Even if they think to look for you, they will never find you here. They will have to leave you behind.”
She regarded him calmly. So that is what he was fantasizing about. She almost dared him with her gaze. The idea half tempted her. If his intent was to scare or intimidate her, it wouldn’t work. She knew he would never do it. He might be tempted, just like she herself was. But in the end, his natural decency and sense of right and wrong would never allow him to carry it through. So she just looked at him. Unafraid. Her heart shining in her eyes.
He looked away. Then he yanked out the candle he had inserted in her.
She gasped.
He covered her, ravishing her mouth, mouthing in between kisses. “I’m sorry. You are mine, Livvy, you hear me? Mine.”
