I cross to her chair in three quick strides and drop the plate on the nightstand, next to the risotto.
“You think you’re in control?” I ask her. “You truly believe that?”
I storm out of the room and return with cable ties. She hasn’t moved from the chair.
I march right up to her. I still fear, but also something else: defiance.
Now that’s what I like to see. No crying. No whimpering.
This particular model of slipper chair isn’t really armless. It’s actually one of those configurable varieties, where the arms fold underneath. So I reach under Angela’s chair, keeping an eye on her in case she decides to kick or punch me, but she only gives me a dirty look as I unfold the arms and lock them into place on either side.
When that’s done, I roughly shove her forearms onto the rests and tighten the cable ties around her wrists so that she’s secured to the cherry wood. When it’s done, I can’t help the raging boner in my pants. I only just masturbated. What the hell?
I realize I shouldn’t have touched her at all. All it takes is a slight brush of that soft, beautiful skin to set me on fire. I tried to be rough with her, because I thought it would keep me from getting aroused. But I was wrong.
And I start to wonder… maybe kidnapping her wasn’t just about revenge. After all, I only came up with the plan when I heard she was getting married. That’s when I really set things in motion, badgering my brothers daily.
But now that I think about it, maybe I just wanted her to myself.
Perhaps I’ll keep her. The thought makes even these so-called loose sweatpants seem tight.
“Not so in control now, are you?” I ask her, my voice raw with desire. Despite my words, it’s I who’s spiraling out of control.
She continues to stare at me defiantly. I see fear, hate, but also something else. I’m not certain, but is that… barely concealed desire? I must be imagining it. She doesn’t want me. How could she after what I’ve done?
I continue staring into those green eyes, and despite myself, my gaze drops to her luscious lips. As usual, they shiver beneath my gaze. In fear or anticipation? Or both? I return my gaze to her eyes, but once again can’t read her. I see confusion now, mostly.
That’s an emotion I can understand at least. I’m equally confused.
I can’t help but drink her in with my gaze, that perfect nose, that glowing skin, those chiseled cheeks. And those eyes, so big, so deep, I could lose myself in them.
I already have.
Unable to help myself I lean forward and kiss her.
She stiffens beneath me, eyes wide with shock, her lips numb beneath my own.
I can’t believe I read her signals all wrong. She truly does hate me for what I’ve done. I don’t know why I expected any less. She’ll never want me, not now. I don’t blame her. I’m a monster.
As my kiss lingers, I realize I’m forcing myself on her. That’s not who I am.
So I pull away.
But before I get very far, she surprises me by leaning forward, mashing her lips against my own. I’m the one who’s shocked this time, and when I counter hungrily, she returns my kiss with equal ferocity. She closes her eyes, moaning softly.
I press a hand against the back of her neck, gripping her hair in tight rolls, and shove her hard against me. I’m being too rough with her and I know it, but I can’t help it. I’m completely out of control.
She doesn’t seem to mind though. After a moment, I release my hold on her neck and press my tongue against her lips. She opens her mouth to let me in. I explore tentatively, and she caresses my tongue with her own.
I slide one leg over her thigh, beneath the armrest, so that my cock is pressing dangerously close to her center.
She moans louder.
But then I stop, gently pulling away from her.
I want to keep kissing her more than anything. I want to do so much more, and go all the way with her. But I don’t want it to be against her will. I don’t want her doing this because she’s trying to save her father and brothers. Which she obviously is. She already tried to seduce me once before. She didn’t do a very good job of it that time, and while she’s getting better, I know she doesn’t want me, not really.
She can’t. Because I’m her captor and she’s my captive. That will always be the case while I hold her here.
