I suppress a shudder even as my core floods with liquid heat.From a different man, this would be just possessive pillow talk, but from Julian, it’s both a threat and a statement of fact.If I were ever so foolish as to allow another man to touch me, Julian would kill him without a second thought.
“I don’t want anyone but you.”It’s true, yet my voice shakes as Julian kisses my neck, then sucks on the tender flesh under my ear.“You know that.”
He chuckles softly, the deep, masculine sound reverberating through me.“Yes, my pet.I do.”
He climbs off me, and I sense him moving to the foot of the bed.When he catches my right ankle, I know why.
He’s going to tie my legs as well.
The rope is looped around my ankle as I lie there, my heart racing.Julian rarely restrains me so thoroughly.He doesn’t have to.Even if I were inclined to fight, he’s strong enough to control me without ropes and chains.
Of course, I’m not inclined to fight.Not when I know what he’s capable of, what he’s willing to do to possess me.
When my right leg is secured, he reaches for my left.His hands are strong and sure as he wraps the rope around my ankle and ties the other end to the remaining bedpost, leaving me lying there with my legs spread open.It’s a disconcerting position, and as soon as Julian moves back, I instinctively try to bring my legs together.I can’t close them more than an inch, of course.Like the ropes around my wrists, the ankle restraints hold me tightly in place without cutting off my circulation.
My kidnapper may not be into traditional BDSM, but he certainly knows how to tie someone up.
“Julian?”It occurs to me that I’m still wearing my underwear, both the bra and the thong.“What are you going to do to me?”
He doesn’t respond.Instead, I feel the mattress dip again as he gets up, and then I hear his footsteps and the sound of the door closing.
He walked out of the room, leaving me tied to the bed.
My heart starts beating faster.
I flex my arms, testing the rope again even though I know it’s futile.As expected, there’s almost no give in the restraints; the rope bites painfully into my skin when I try to pull on it.I’m nearly naked and alone, blindfolded and tied up in this unfamiliar house.And even though I know Julian won’t let anything bad happen to me, I can’t help the tension that invades my body as seconds tick by with no sign of his return.
After a couple of minutes, I test the rope again.Still no give in it… and still no sign of Julian.
I force myself to take a breath and slowly let it out.Nothing terrible is going on; nobody is hurting me.I don’t know what game Julian is playing, but it doesn’t seem particularly brutal.
But you want brutal, a small, insidious voice inside my head reminds me.You want pain and violence.
I quiet that voice and focus on remaining calm.Julian’s mercurial approach to lovemaking may excite me, but it also frightens me.The sane part of me, at least.I want pain, yet I dread it in equal measures.It’s always that way nowadays.It’s as if I’ve been split in two, the remnants of the person I used to be warring with who I am now.
Another few minutes crawl by.
“Julian?”I can no longer remain silent.“Julian, where are you?”
Nothing.No response of any kind.
I rub the back of my head against the sheets, trying to dislodge the blindfold, but it doesn’t budge more than an inch.Frustrated, I yank at the restraints with all my strength, but all I succeed in doing is hurting myself.Finally, I give up and try to relax, ignoring the anxiety creeping through me.
A few more minutes pass.Just when I think I might go out of my mind, the door creaks open, and I hear the soft sound of footsteps.
“Julian, is that you?”I can’t hide the relief in my voice.“What happened?Where did you go?”
“Shhh.”The sound is followed by a tickling sensation across my lips.“Who told you that you could speak, my pet?”
My pulse jumps at the cold note in his voice.Is he punishing me for something?“What—”
“Hush.”His fingers press on my lips, silencing me.“Not another word.”
I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling dry.He’s not touching me anywhere but my lips, yet my body ignites, my earlier arousal returning despite my growing nervousness.
Or maybe because of it.It’s impossible to tell.
“Suck on my fingers.”His whispered command is accompanied by increasing pressure on the seam of my lips.“Now.”
