Bryan leans his forehead against mine. “You’ve always been my wet dream, Hallie,” he whispers. His eyes move around the room. It’s nothing special. Neil is boring. It could double as a generic hotel room anywhere in the United States. Bland colors, dark headboard, and a chair.
Bryan grabs my wrist hard and pulls me toward the chair. “Feet apart.”
I do as he says. The tone of his voice is perfectly domineering. He takes his belt, and snaps it. I flinch, wondering if he’s going to strike me, but he says, “Hands behind your back.”
I move my hands and he places the belt around my wrists, using it to hold my arms back. When he’s done, he steps away and looks at me standing by the chair, his eyes slipping hungrily over my curves. His gaze lingers on the patch of hair between my legs. He kneels in front of me, and slowly slides his hands up the back of my thighs, pressing his face into the V between my legs as he does it. When his hands move over the swell of my hips, he inhales deeply, and his fingers press against my skin.
I step back, my back and my calves bumping the chair. My feet start to move back together, attempting to clench the warmth building between my thighs, but he swats me and says, “Come here.”
With a grin on his face, he unties the belt and forms a loop before dragging me over to the closet door. Bryan makes a slipknot at one end that holds my wrists and closes the belt in the top of the door. My arms are pinned above my head. I loved it when he did this, but it was long ago.
Bryan unbuttons and slowly slides down the zipper. He keeps the dark pants on, and pulls out his long, thick erection. He hesitates, stopping before me, holding it in his hand. I know he’s questioning himself. The conflict spreads across his face.
“Do it,” I plead, hanging my head back and letting my hair trail down to my waist. I know his eyes are on me, watching my body move in front of him, tied up and ready to take. I’m breathing hard, wanting him to do it. When a moment passes, I look at him and say, “Take me right now and make me yours in every way possible. Do it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his eyes on mine.
“Then don’t,” I breathe. “You’re the one in control here. Make me writhe. Make me scream. Take me the way you want to. But, Bryan—”
“Yeah?”
“I like things a little rough, more so than before.” After I say it, my lips remain parted and I take a deep breath. My chest swells, forcing my nipples toward him. The door presses against my back and I lean into it wondering what he’ll do.
CHAPTER 10
Bryan takes my face in his hands. “If you don’t like it, tell me.” I nod slowly, his warm hands still holding my cheeks.
It’s like someone flipped a switch. Bryan’s eyes grow darker, more carnal. He releases my face and presses his toned body against me. Pushing my back into the door, he makes sure I can feel every inch of him. He pulls out a silver chain with tweezers on each end and attaches them to my nipples. I gasp as he tightens them. The weight of the chain tugs, making me bite my lip. When he presses into me, the chains go taught and pull gently as he slides over my body. A small gasp escapes between my lips. Bryan watches me, his green eyes locked on mine. He takes one finger and places it on my pink lips, while his other hand slides lower past my belly and between my legs. I gasp. He moves quickly, feeling my sensitive nub with his thumb, smoothing his finger over the silk flesh, and watching my face as he does it.
My chin lifts as I try not to moan. I fight the sensations that are erupting inside of me, the feelings he’s creating. His fingers move on top of my clit, while he tugs the chain gently. He feels me growing wetter and then, without warning—without a change in expression—he thrusts his finger inside of me. He’s still for a moment, watching my eyes. I blink slowly, feeling him there between my legs.
Bryan pushes his finger harder, deeper as he watches me. His breath washes over my lips making me feel lightheaded. When he pulls his finger out, he lifts it to my mouth. Outlining my lips, he watches me, spreading my damp heat like lipstick. I blink slowly, heart pounding, and aroused beyond comprehension.
“Taste,” he breathes and pushes his finger into my mouth. I flick my tongue against his finger, but he holds it there and says, “Suck the come off my finger, Hallie.” I hesitate, but he says, “Do it.” My tongue wraps around his finger, sucking it, tasting what he tastes. His eyes are burning, watching me.
As I suck his finger, he lowers his other hand between my legs, parting my smooth skin. Sensations explode inside of me, but before I can savor them, the feeling changes. Bryan’s hard length slams into me, making me suck his finger harder. He pulls his finger out of my mouth, and wraps his hands around my waist. He remains still for a moment, breathing fast and hard. Then he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, slamming me into the door. My knees tremble as he slowly drives me crazy. I want more. I want him to manhandle me and make me drunk with passion. Wipe away my fear with lust, erase my memory for just a moment, and take all the pain that’s flooding me with it.
I just want to feel him and nothing else. The world fades away until I don’t know how much time has passed. My arms ache as he uses me, pushing into me over and over again. My head hangs to the side and then tips back. I gasp every time and my breasts shake with the force of his thrusting.
Something uncoils inside of me. I want his hands on me, doing everything at once. Delicate strands of passion erupt inside of me, sending tingles down my thighs and breasts. Every place I want him to touch sizzles like a live current. Arching my back, I press my hips into him, only to get slammed back.
His thrusts change to teases, gently pushing in and pulling out. He’s so hard, so perfect. I want to wrap my legs around his hips, but I can’t. Jagged breaths consume me and the room is beyond hot. My body is dripping with sweat. Tilting my head back, I look up at the ceiling. That’s when his hands find my breasts. My lips form an O, but I say nothing. He feels the softness, the fullness of my curves as he pushes his long, hard length into me slowly, torturing me, over and over again.
Taking my nipples between his fingers, he twists them gently and tightens the clamps. I cry out, thrusting my breasts to him, but the pole stops me. Gasping, I can barely breathe.
He grins, “Shhh. No sounds from you. I want this between us.”
I don’t understand. Then why did he parade in past Neil and Maggie? At that moment, I don’t care. I do as he says and bite my lip to remain silent. He slams deep into my core again, and my mouth flies open. I swallow the sound before he hears it. The only noise is a rush of air being forced out of my lungs.
“Good girl,” he purrs and pulls out before thrusting back in, deeper this time. The tone of his voice makes me melt.
Before I can think another thing, Bryan’s fingers clamp around the nipple chains. His hips stay pressed flush to mine, his length lost inside of me. My jaw falls open, and I see him watching me, waiting for me to make a noise. My eyes lock on his, while white-hot sensations swirl through my body, building tighter and higher. He slowly adds more pressure, teasing and pulling my nipples tighter and longer, making the tweezers tighter and tighter. The heat in my stomach sears through my body. I shift my hips and try to rock against him, but he stills me.
“No, no. Not yet.”
I gasp, “I like to be spanked.”
“Really?” I nod. His hand comes down hard on my ass. Both cheeks sting. He does it while he’s still in me, which makes me clench and tighten around him. He gasps and does it again, and again. The impact of his hands feels so good. The warm sting sends shudders through me in waves that don’t die down. They travel through my lower stomach and spread through my entire body. Every delicious tingle courses through me, making me slide my tongue over my teeth. I do it without thinking. It’s a reaction to him, to what he’s doing to me.
Without warning, Bryan pulls out. It makes me crazy. My hips buck, but I can’t reach him. The belt cuts into my wrists as I pull against my restraints. I pant, watching him as he moves away from me.
Lust is burning through my body. I can’t control myself. Pulling my wrists hard, I try to break free from the belt again, but I can’t. It just digs in tighter.
He grins, watching me struggle, until I stop and look up at him. The expression on his face, the intensity of his eyes, makes my stomach flip. My breath hitches in my throat as Bryan steps close enough to touch me, but he doesn’t. I’m panting. My eyes are begging him to do something—to make me come, to let me fuck him—anything.
“Tell me what you want, Hallie. Beg me for it,” he breathes the words next to my ear. The reaction within me is quick and violent. His warm breath makes my clit throb and it feels like I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me, if he doesn’t finish what he started. He stands so close, nearly touching me, but doesn’t slide his fingers down my waist. He doesn’t touch my breast and doesn’t tease my nipples. It makes me want him even more. I feel like a chained animal, unable to think. “Answer me beautiful woman,” he commands and I feel the sting of his hand on my ass.
My body is so tightly coiled that the slap makes me moan. I didn’t expect it, but before I could bite back my sounds, they flew past my lips. I gasp, shocked that I wasn’t able to muffle the noise or stop it in time. Bryan’s hand flies a second time, harder. He watches my face as I wince under his hand. The sting is quick, and I know that I’m going to have a problem walking later, but I don’t care. I cry out, saying his name, thrusting my breasts toward him.
A wicked look twists his lips into a sexy smile, “Answer me.” His voice sounds like a growl and when I can’t do anything but pant uncontrollably, his hand lands a third time. But he doesn’t release me. Instead he grabs my cheek in his hand and squeezes. The sting intensifies from the way he grabs me. Bryan’s beautiful body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, as he handles me roughly. “Tell me what you want.”
My voice is a breath. Every desire races out in a rush, “I want your hands on me, in me. I want you to fuck me senseless. Fuck me, Bryan.”
“Beg for it, Hallie. Beg louder,” his grip tightens on my ass making my body press into his. A beads of sweat roll down my spine.
My voice quivers as I beg, no longer capable of maintaining any ounce of restraint. “Please, Bryan—please! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fill me with come. Please baby. Please…” I continue to beg him, as his hands slide over my hips and down between my legs. When he touches my clit, I moan. Bryan leans his head back, watching me. “Fuck me, baby. Please.” My hips buck into his hand. In response, he tightens his fingers on my clit. I cry out, “Fuck me! Please! Bryan! I need you! Please!”
When I say his name, he shatters. Before I know what happens, his hands are holding my wrists over my head as his hard length slams into me over and over again. He thrusts harder and deeper each time with his hands slipping down my arms. Slamming himself harder and harder into me, he watches my breasts sway and bounce until he takes both in his hands and pinches my nipples hard. I scream out, but it only makes him pinch harder, until the chain falls free. It falls at my feet and he leaves it there.
Bryan moves, pushing into me faster and faster. The heat between my legs is coursing through my body. It feels like I can’t be tamed. There isn’t enough of him to ever satisfy me, ever. When his fingers clamp harder on my sore nipples, my eyes fly open. He looks me in the eye as he thrusts into me once—hard. My back hits the door and he holds me there, watching me. Lips parted, he breathes saying nothing. His hands gently push the hair back from my eyes. He stills for a moment and I can’t stand it. His dick is in me but no matter how much I wiggle, I can’t get him to fuck me.
With his entire body, he flattens me against the door. His eyes burn with lust, his brow drips with sweat. “Come for me, baby,” he breathes and pounds into me fast and furious. He doesn’t stop when I scream. He keeps pounding against me until my body can’t wind any tighter.
Each time he sinks into me I feel higher and higher. I can’t breathe, but I don’t want him to stop. His body crushes me, as he rides me, rocking into me furiously. I moan, and can tell how hard he’s pushing, how much I’m going to hurt later, but I don’t care. In the moment, it feels so good. My skin tingles and is dripping with sweat. My breasts bounce harder and higher with every slam of his body against mine. And without another thought, I come. My scream rips through my throat. I can’t come quietly, not when he does this. Bryan pounds me harder as the delicious swirling sensations erupt throughout my body. I feel him push into me hard and deep, and he comes a few moments later.
Spent, I hang from the door shivering, ready to fall to the floor. Bryan pulls away and looks me over. Lips parted, he just stares at me for a moment before undoing the belt. When my hands fall to my sides, my arms burn. Bryan takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed. He sits me down in front of him and rubs out the sore muscles in my arms and shoulders. My head droops to the side as he does it. Every inch of me is tingling. I don’t want the moment to end, but Bryan stops.
I turn and look at him. He’s glowing, covered in a thin layer of sweat that smells so good. I want to lick it off, but I just nod. He turns his emerald eyes away and says, “I guess I should get going.”
“You’re leaving?” Suddenly, I feel very naked. I pull the throw blanket off the bed and wrap it around my shoulders.
“Yeah, unless you want me to stay and tell Neil all about how I nailed his fiancée.” He watches me for a second. His brow is covered in sweat and his face is glistening. “What’s wrong?” He could always read me so well. I want to tell him about Victor, but I can’t.
I say something else. “Neil proposed and I said yes.” I hold up my ring.
“Yeah, saw that. You really agreed?” Bryan sits next to me.
“Not really. He agreed for me.” We’re both quiet for too long.
Bryan dresses and says, “I’ll be back to have my way with you again soon. Next time your asshole fiancée better have you ready for me. And I want you to wear these when you’re with me and only me.” He lifts the chain from the floor and tosses it to me.
The bedroom door flies open and Neil is livid. He glances at me and back at Bryan, “You think this is funny?”
“No, I think she needs something you can’t give her. I’m giving you a single chance to break your agreement and fuck your fiancée. But you have to do it like an animal. Satisfy her.”
Neil’s face scrunches in disgust. “I do satisfy her and without this barbaric behavior. Making love does not have a place for gagging, tying or oppressing women in any way. I’m sure Hallie just took one for the team, you deranged piece of shit.”
That was the crudest thing I’ve ever heard Neil say and I want to laugh, because it’s pathetically weak. The man who’s using me offered to break his agreement if Neil promised to nail me and have monkey sex. The man should have said yes, but he stood by his morals and said no. I’m too tired to think of what that means. What just happened here?
“She’ll be taking more than one hit for the team.” Bryan winks. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sex slave. I have a collar for you and you’re going to wear it.” Bryan shakes Neil’s hand. “You’re a smart man. What are a few months of infidelity compared to a life time of riches, right?”
Neil tightens his jaw. “So you plan for this to continue for a few months?”
“Probably not that long. I get bored fucking the same woman day in and day out. No worries, Neil. She’s your mess, not mine.” With that, Bryan turns on his heel and leaves.
“Neil,” I’m ready to burst into tears. The judgment is strewn across his face. “Hallie, this isn’t natural. You’re not a wild animal. Does he get his kicks pretending you are?”
I shrug. I don’t want to talk about it. “I have no idea.”
“Am I supposed to let him bang you in my bed, whenever he wants?”
I stare straight ahead waling. “Until he grows tired of me, yes. Deal with it. You’re the one who told me to do it.” I snap the last sentence. “And he just gave you a way out. You didn’t take it.” I stare at
him, and tug the blanket tighter around my shoulders.
Neil rolls his eyes. “I thought it was one night.”
“So did I. We were wrong about a lot of things.”
CHAPTER 11
I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. The next day I sit with Maggie on the couch while Neil is out. She’s been very quiet since I picked her up from her old place. Maggie stares into space, and I know that memory is tangling with the new one and playing over and over again in her mind.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She inhales and shakes her head, before offering me a forced smile. “There’s nothing to say. Same old shit. Nothing’s changed, but it hurts more now.” She smiles like something’s funny. “I would have thought it hurt more when I was a kid. Guess not.”
“What’d he do?”
“The same old stuff. Victor likes to own things.” She shifts in her seat and then stands, putting distance between us. “I was supposed to set him up with a girl. He has a type, round hips, dark hair, and pale skin—like Nicole Kidman—but a brunette. So every week, I bring him someone. They get a few hundred and he does what he does. On weeks that I can’t find anyone, I sub, but this time.” She stops speaking and shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have. It’s usually just rough sex. He slaps me around and nails me. I go home and that’s that. But this time…” She shakes her head and looks over her shoulder at me. “I don’t want to talk about it. I tried to get away and then gave up when he said what he’d do to me, and then to you. He slapped me around for a while, taking me however he wanted, and then I heard your voice and was scared to death that he’d get you too. I’m so sorry, Hallie.”
“It’s not your fault.” I feel horrible that I let her life crumble like this. We were supposed to be there for each other. “I should have gotten there sooner. I would have. I wish I could take it all back.”