We passed one room where tables full of food were set up.
“Aaron, where the hell are we–” My question was cut off when he tried the knob of one of the closed wooden doors. The knob turned and he pushed it open. I felt myself propelled forward, just barely able to keep on my feet when he tossed me inside, slamming the door behind him and then my back against the door.
His dark gaze seethed and a twinge of fear scattered up my spine just before he crushed his lips to mine again. Fear, anger, and all, it still felt good. Too good. I didn’t want to feel anything but hatred for him. I squirmed and twisted my head, ultimately breaking free of the hold of his mouth.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, pushing him away. He barely budged but it was enough distance that I was able to reach up and smack him across the face with all the anger I felt. The loud “pop” echoed around the dark room.
He took a step back, his hazel eyes burning an ominous stare into my eyes as his thumb reached up, swiping at the corner of his mouth. His eyes lowered and my chest heaved when I registered the drop of blood on the tip of his thumb. My stomach plummeted when he turned even darker eyes on me and a smile crept on his handsome face.
Aaron didn’t smile.
Crazy bastard.
That was my last coherent thought, before he invaded my space again, pushing me against the door with his entire body weight, mouth moving over mine, this time even more harsh than before. I tasted the coppery taste of his blood. The blood I’d drawn from him, and instead of turning me off, the way it should have, it caused a tremble in my thighs.
“Ah!” I yelled, when he pulled back and with his two hands ripped the dress I wore down the middle. My breasts spilled out. I went to cover myself, but he was quicker than I was. He grabbed both of my wrists, hoisting them over my head. I was too preoccupied with the feeling of my nipples rubbing against his chest, to realize that he tied something around my wrists, suspending them there. His mouth moved to mine again, and I felt his large hands travel down my body, cupping and massaging my breasts before they moved lower, shredding the rest of my dress. I attempted to push him away again only to find my wrists were bound.
“A-Aaron,” I panted. “What the hell? Untie me!” I tugged at the ropes, looking up.
“Don’t struggle. You’ll hurt yourself,” he growled. “It’s polypropylene rope.” He moved his head lower, to my neck, licking the spot below my left ear.
I shivered.
“The core’s been removed,” he continued in between biting and licking at my neck. “But pulling too hard can cause rope burn.”
I panted, my thoughts becoming hazy. My head fell back against the door. “Aaron,” I breathed, trying one last time to get him to release me, but it was my weakest attempt yet. I began to lose my reasoning as to why I shouldn’t just give in. Submit to him. I became really undone when he moved lower, his insistent lips blazing a trail from my neck to my chest, savoring and feeding himself at my breasts. His tongue rolled over one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. My hips bucked and he gave a devious chuckle at my obvious agony.
“You still come apart for me.” He moved lower, nipping and sucking at my abdomen until he reached the apex of my thighs, coming to his knees. “You thought you were going to give this to someone else tonight?” His angry eyes reached mine at the same time he cupped my sex. “Answer me!”
My eyes narrowed. “Yes! I had plans on giving it to the first man who asked!” I taunted, lying my ass off.
He made a deep, hard sound at the back of his throat just before he tore my panties. The lace fabric stood no chance in the face of his apparent enmity.
“Fucking mine!” he growled just before pushing my thighs apart and thrusting his face into my core.
“Ahh!” I screamed at the intensity at which he sucked and feasted on my sex. He lifted my right thigh over his shoulder and used his fingers to split me open, allowing his tongue full access to the most sensitive part of my body. My hips went wild against his face, my head lolled against the door. My hands tightened into fists, suspended in the air, tugging at the rope, but this time not to get away. It was the natural reaction to the devastation he was causing to my pussy. I screamed and creamed into his mouth and he fed off of it all. My yells and cries causing him to become even more insistent, driving me higher and higher to my climax. Just when I thought I was about to fall over the cliff, he pulled back.
“Fuck you!” I growled and tried to kick at him as he stared at me, amusement glittering in his eyes.
His deep chuckle caused my pussy to clench. My nipples ached painfully and my entire body was primed for an orgasm as he stared at me, rising slowly, flicking on a dim light. I blinked a few times, looking around, seeing a huge bed at the other side of the room, shiny hardwood floors, a walk-in closet to the right covered in huge mirrors. On the left, was a metal stripper pole. I turned back to Aaron to see him reaching up. When I felt his hands at my wrist, I figured he was undoing the restraints. I was going to punch him the first chance I got, though it might turn him on as my smack had done earlier.
Sick bastard,I thought again, even though I was just as sick as him remembering how turned on I’d become from the taste of his blood.
“You’re going to pay for your earlier comment.” I heard moments before I was yanked from the door. Unfortunately, I was still bound at the wrists, but I fought to free myself from his grasp, even as he tugged me toward the bed. We wrestled, but somehow, I found myself lying flat on my stomach against the bed, my hands stretched out in front of me, tied to the metal, shiny black headboard.
“Tell me, sweetness, what the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was lethally low next to my ear. His hand pushed my hair back out of my face so I could see him fully.
I hated the way my pussy clenched at hearing the term of endearment he’d become accustomed to using for me.
“None of your fucking business!” I yelled and turned my head, avoiding his gaze. It did too much to my insides. Let alone the fact that I was stripped naked on a bed, my entire body still trembling from the release it never got.
“Everything you do is my business.”
I tugged at the restraints once more, pissed all over again.
Smack!
I stilled when a sharp slap to my ass reverberated through me until it reached my core.
