by Laura Bailey
“Go to hell.”
He tied her wrists together quickly as she kicked at his legs.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you like the traitor you are. Do not fight me, Tara. You have no chance. And things would become unpleasant. I plan to thoroughly enjoy this. I suggest you do.”
No-one would hear her shouting for help with the party going on, and yet she knew she didn’t want to cry out, she knew she didn’t want to stop him. He was rough, ruthless and unprincipled, yet she craved this man and his treatment of her; his voice so darkly seductive to her; hypnotic and alluring, drawing her to him like a willing casualty.
“You need to learn how to be controlled. You can’t get away with this behaviour. There are serious repercussions. As you’re discovering.”
He turned her around to face him, but she couldn’t look at him, thoroughly embarrassed at the things she had already let him do to her, and of the power he seemed to have over her, over her mind as well as physically.
He took her refusal to look at him as disobedience and disinterest.
“Your first repayment is due. Look at me. This is your doing. Now get down on your knees. There is something I want you to do.”
The look in her eyes was sensational. Defiance and fury, yet he saw clearly the desire they held too, despite the circumstances. He understood he had ignited a passion in her as dark as his own.
“Get on your knees. Maybe this will make you think of what you’ve done to me.”
His hands pushed her shoulders so that she was made to kneel and as she looked up at him, he could see the hunger in her eyes clearly.
His hands went to the belt of his trousers. He flicked it open, and pulled it from the waistband.
“You deserve a whipping. But not with this. I have something else in mind.”
He slid down the zip of his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was fully erect, substantial and thick. It was male perfection; a magnificent vision of pure masculinity.
He held it in his hand. “This is what I’m going to use. I’m going to teach you that I’m in charge of you and your body now. It belongs to me.”
His hand ran up and down the length of his cock leisurely, holding it tantalisingly close to her face.
He moved closer, his cock level with her mouth.
“Open your mouth.”
She refused.
Shockingly, he slapped his cock on her lips. Not aggressively, but as though it was totally acceptable.
“It’s going to go in your mouth,” he said, as he slapped his cock against her lips again, “and so your mouth needs to open right up to take it all in. It’s going to fuck your mouth, deep.”
He slapped it against her lips again, then against her cheeks, rubbing it against her face, his scent so male and raw.
The deviance of his actions electrified her. She kept her mouth firmly closed, wanting him to do it more; wanting his sensual abuse of her.
Again, he slapped her with his cock, and without her realising it, he could hear the moans coming from her throat. She found herself grasping for his cock, opening her mouth to take it in.
“That’s it; it’s all for you. It’s yours now.”
She took it further into her mouth, the scent of him provoking her as his hips pushed forward to bury it deeper inside her mouth.
She could taste him as he began to thrust it in and out, going deeper with each thrust, her desire for him soaring as his actions grew more extreme, fucking her mouth without inhibition or restraint.
She wanted him inside of her, on top of her, fucking her.
His pocket started to vibrate. “Damn it.”
He pulled his cell phone out with difficulty. He had advised the office to call him only in absolute emergency and this had better be good.
“Regrettably I have to go,” he told her, as he eased his cock out of her mouth and uncomfortably pushed it back into his trousers, zipping them up.
He looked down at her. “We’ll consider this your first of many repayments to me. Next time, I’ll bring the contract with me.”
Lifting her up gently and untying her hands, he rubbed her wrists softly.
“I have to go.”
He brought her wrists up to his face, kissing them tenderly. Letting them go, he placed his hands on the sides of her face, holding her as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently.
“I will see you here tomorrow at 8pm.”
He stood in the doorway looking back at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.
He rushed down the hallway needing privacy to make the call. As he walked, his mind was whirling. What the hell was he doing? He had never acted this way before, with such sexual aggression and yet something in their situation, something in her, caused it. She bewitched him. Her delicate pale skin, her deep searching eyes, her rebellion and denial. Her compliance. She was beautiful, in an understated way; but she was also wild and full of spirit and that excited him in a way he had not known. He cursed her for her willingness to let him do that to her; goading him, setting off something in him beyond logic. He cautioned himself to stop. To use her sexually was one thing; but this felt like something more, something confusing and unfamiliar, something that consuming. This was not his objective. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t need her. He couldn’t be with anyone. It wasn’t possible.
He felt like he was making his way across a troubled landscape, shards of glass littering the path, hidden traps set to spring. Metaphorical images; for it wasn’t his physical safety he worried for, but for his heart. Despite his denials to himself, he knew he would come back again.
Tara stayed alone in the Library, in shock. Was he really being serious about a Contract? After what had just happened, she believed her really could be. Leaving the Library and walking out into the busy foyer, she felt as if her indiscretion was written all over her face for everyone to see. Her shame, her lust. She left the Club quickly, glad that no-one knew her there. As she walked to the Metro, all she could see was the previous scene in her mind.
When Damien reached the office, Todd was waiting for him.
“This had better be good!” Damien said, smiling, shaking his head. “What have you got for me?”
“His car was found at a casino in Arizona.”
“Was he driving it?”
“No, some small-time criminal; but our guys tracked the man, grabbed him, questioned him. Said he got the car through a dealer, but on closer questioning, it turned out he stole it from a street on Phoenix. We’re checking whose house the car was found outside. Soon as we get the info I’ll let you know. We’ve got someone waiting outside the house for when they come home. It’s a rental property. Hopefully the tenant will be back at some point today.”
“Good work Todd. Let’s see where this leads to.”
What had Mike been doing in Phoenix? He wanted to go there and find out, but he knew his men on the ground wouldn’t let Mike slip away if they spotted him, and chances were he’d have moved on by now. He knew this could be a slow burner, and he had an important client meeting to attend here in DC the next morning; he needed to keep the Company revenue flowing. As CEO he needed to be at the heart of negotiations on any new contracts they won. He didn’t want word getting out about his cash situation. He wanted his good reputation to be maintained. Added to that was the knowledge that he couldn’t do the things he so urgently wanted to do to Tara if he went to Phoenix.
Leaving the office he headed to a client site over in Virginia. As he drove he relished the opportunity to ponder this latest news. He could be very close to getting his hands on Mike; or it could be another dead end like all the rest. His thoughts drifted easily to Tara. Though he had his men on her twenty four hours a day and her apartment and cell bugged, ever since Mike had gone, there had been no trace of any contact between her and Mike. That didn’t mean they didn’t already have a plan put together before he left; to meet up when things quietened down.
On his return to the office he would dr
aft the contract. He wasn’t joking about that. He had no intention of reneging on it. He could still smell her on his fingers as he lifted them to his face.
Chapter Four
The next day, shortly before leaving the office, Damian completed drawing up the contract. He smiled as he did it, finding that it amused him, as well as giving him another feeling he found harder to identify; a warmth that spread deep inside of him.
Despite the fact that he had still heard nothing from his sources in Phoenix, he had managed to keep busy enough with other work commitments not to dwell on it. His mind had been preoccupied for a lot of the time, though his focus had not been on his work, it had been on thoughts of Tara and of what he craved to do to her.
Putting the contract into his briefcase, he said good night to the team still working at their desks and left.
He got to the club early, intending to enjoy a meal in the restaurant before meeting with her. They always did particularly good steak.
The restaurant was filled with familiar faces, and he chatted with several acquaintances at their tables briefly, before opting for a table on his own.
He enjoyed a starter of lobster, and as he sat savouring the flavour, it struck him that Tara had said the night before that she didn’t even have enough money to buy breakfast. He found that concerned him. Calling over the waiter he asked that a plate of sandwiches and some fruit be taken to the room he had reserved.
Occasionally someone stopped at Damien’s table to pass small talk. It was a great place for networking and business, and even though his mind was completely taken over by thoughts of the evening to come, he engaged in conversation with those who approached him.
Finishing his meal with a cognac he sat back, content for the first time in a very long while.
Later as he sat in the Bar, he saw her come in, dressed again in a plain silk dress, looking to him understatedly natural and enchantingly beautiful.
He stood up as she approached. “Good evening Tara. I have drinks waiting for us. Come with me.”
She didn’t say anything as he took her arm and led her out of bar and up the stairs, and though her heart was pounding with nerves she welcomed his strong touch on her.
Stopping at a door he unlocked it, and entering it first, he turned to her.
“Have you eaten today?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, I’ll ask you again. Have you?”
“A little.”
“Don’t ever lie to me again. I’ve had something prepared for you. You can’t have eaten dinner yet. I want you to eat it now.”
She looked around and saw the food on the table by the window.
“Help yourself.”
He walked to the TV and turned it on, opting for a news channel. He sat down on the bed and she walked over to the table and sat in one of the chairs, picking up a sandwich.
She was thankful not only for the food, but also that he had given her the privacy to eat unwatched by him, thinking how unable she would have been to do so with him looking at her, his evocative eyes and devastatingly beautiful face too much for her. She was touched at his unexpected considerateness yet she felt cautious; curious as to why he would treat her so kindly, and aware that there had to be a trap awaiting her; a penalty to pay. She shot glances his way. His attention was completely focused on a news item, muttering comments at the TV, not loud enough to hear but sounding quite opinionated. She found it oddly endearing, this glimpse of domesticity with him, the animal within him at rest.
She heard a vibration and saw him fish into the jacket pocket of his suit.
“Yes....Really? Ok. That’s certainly interesting. Yes, I’d appreciate it. Thanks Todd. Ok, will do.”
Damian turned to look at her, clearly something on his mind, but saying nothing.
Eating the fresh fruit now, she said to him, “Thank you for this.”
“You’re most welcome. The telephone call I just received concerned Mike.”
At the mention of Mike’s name her pulse quickened; guilt, and yet the realisation that she didn’t want to hear he had been found. Her feelings toward him had changed, from fear and upset over his disappearance to a new ambivalence toward him, due to her growing obsession for this man with her now.
“His car was found last night parked at a Casino in Arizona. The car had been stolen from a property in Phoenix. One of my men tracked down the tenant of that property. A lady called Christina Valdera. She says she was Mike’s girlfriend.”
A look of utter shock covered Tara’s face, her complexion now ashen.
“How do you know this?”
Confusion and disbelief was furrowing her brows.
“It’s what I do. What my company does; amongst other things. Intel. It’s not hard to find these things out.”
“She told you this?”
“She told my men this.”
“Is he with her?”
“She says she hasn’t seen him for a week.”
“Piece of trash.” She was standing, fury radiating through her body. “I want you to find him. I want you to rip his head off. No. I’ll do it for you, just bring him to me!”
She had never been so mad.
“Well, that has been my plan all along darling. Not your part in it; but have no worries, when I do find him...well, I don’t need to spell it out.”
Her temper exploding, she grabbed the plate and hurled it across the room, not even looking at where she was aiming and narrowly missing his head. It shattered against the wall, hundreds of shards flying, closely missing cutting him.
“Stop.”
“Absolute bastard. I’ll kill him. He emptied my bank account.”
The china cup from which she’d drunk tea went flying against the wall.
He sprang toward her, grabbing hold of both of her wrists.
“I told you to stop.”
She struggled against his hands, trying to break free.
“It won’t do you any good.”
“Get off me. Now!”
“This is becoming a bit of a habit,” he said, sardonically, amused at her. “But it seems to be the only way to control you at present.”
This woman aroused him beyond measure. Removing one of his hands from her, he reached for his briefcase on the bed and pulled out some paper.
“The Contract.”
He held it at her.
“You can sign it later.”
He let it drop as he pulled her up from the bed.
He walked her over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
At the side of it he undid one of the long sash ropes that tied the curtain back. He looped it around her wrist and secured it.
“Stop it!” She kicked out at him.
He paused and looked at her with a seriousness that almost made her regret having done it. She was unsure how far she could push him, but he had no right to keep doing things like this.
“You have given me no choice. You’re simply uncontrollable.” He was laughing.
He continued to restrain her, as though what he was doing was completely normal. Going to the other sash, he undid that one and held onto her by the arm as he tied it around her other wrist.
She pulled hard on the rope, trying to pull it from the wall.
“Now, I can keep you still.” He stood back, enjoying the sight of her futile struggle, hoping it would calm her down.
She pulled frantically on the ropes, her temper giving her strength but they were attached securely to the wall at either side of the window.
“Let me go immediately, or I promise you, you will regret it.”
“That’s a possibility,” he laughed again, “but I can’t do that, can I. We have an agreement.”
“Clearly I haven’t been scheming with my ‘boyfriend’ to run away with your money, if he has another girlfriend!”
“I don’t know how you run your private life darling.”
“Stop calling me that. He can rot in hell, and so can you.”
“That real
ly isn’t a very nice thing to say to me.”
“I will get you back for this, so help me!”
“I’m sure you will. I was hoping to have a more civilised evening with you, but given that you have let your temper get the better of you, once again, I think it’s best if we just get on with things and let you make another repayment to me. Now, since the sight of me seems to be inflaming you, I think it might be best if we were to cover your eyes.”
He removed his black suit jacket. Despite her anger, she watched as he removed it, tailored as it was so perfectly to his figure. With his jacket off, the size of his sculptured chest was stunning, the definition of his muscles clearly visible. His physique was astonishing. She craved the very sight of his body.
He loosened his tie and took it off. He walked toward her and placed the tie across her eyes, pulling it behind her head and knotting it.
She could see nothing now, only hear the sound of his voice.
He stood back taking in the sight of her, still fully clothed, but bound and blindfolded. His erection, which had begun as soon as he had touched her wrists, made it difficult for him to slow down. He just wanted to take her now; and yet every moment he spent with her felt sensual on its own without even touching her, just by her presence close to him.
He retrieved the contract.
“I’m going to read the contract aloud for you, given that you are not in a position to read it yourself. And by the way, whether your fiancé has been cheating on you is beside the point. You, being his significant other, makes you liable for my financial loss. So, what I have stipulated in the contract is that; You are to be available to me at all times; you are to allow me to do whatever it is I need to do to you sexually; and you are to satisfy every request I make of you sexually.”
He stood in front of her, sinisterly seductive; a smile she could not see on his face. Approaching her, his hand went to her cheek, stroking it softly.
“Just to clarify; you will be mine whenever I need you. Starting now. And there is something I have so badly wanted to do to you since the moment I set eyes on you.”
His hands found the ends of her dress and slowly he started to raise it against her legs, the sensation sensually soft against her body, able to only feel and not see what he was doing to her as he lifted the dress higher until it reached just above her panties.