Tyson struck a match and lit the paper, sitting back on his haunches and watching as the kindling caught fire. After a moment, he gently added a log to the fledgling fire, then pushed himself to his feet. He turned and looked at Claudia where she sat on the bed, her body enveloped in one of his shirts, her long bare legs bent in front of her.
“Come here, Claudia.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she shook her head leaning back, away from the intense heat of his gaze. He took a few steps toward her and reached out to flick off the light. Now they were bathed in the soft glow of the fire. She shivered in the cool air of the mountain night, apprehension pinging through her.
“I said, come here, Claudia.” Even though she couldn’t see his face clearly in the dim lighting there was no mistaking the hard edge to his voice. He had something planned for her.
“What are you going to do?” she whispered into the darkness.
Impatient, he reached for her and hauled her to her feet. She tried slapping at his hands, but her efforts were useless. “Tyson!” she cried out when he reached for the shirt and easily lifted it over her head, bringing her arms up forcefully, and flinging the shirt into a corner. She shivered, naked in front of him, worried, but also defiant. She had no idea what he intended to do to her, but if he wanted her naked she could probably guess at least some of what he wanted.
“Please, Tyson,” she asked as he reached for his bag. “Let’s talk. I’m sorry you’re upset, but I had to leave. You as much as said you led Dante and Franco right to me. I had to get out of there before they found a way to get to me.”
She realized right away she had said the wrong thing when she felt his huge body stiffen in anger. His hand tightened, flexing his taut arm and causing his tattoos to ripple ominously. She felt vulnerable, standing naked at his mercy before him. He opened the zip on the bag, pulled something out then dropped the bag back on the floor. She gasped when he reached up and gripped her by the neck. He pulled her up against his chest, forcing her up on her tiptoes, and taking her lips in a ferocious kiss. His massive fingers flexed against her throat, not hurting, but showing her the strength he was capable of. She was like a butterfly fluttering uselessly against his superior musculature.
He pulled back a scant inch. Her fingers flew to her neck, landing on the steely grip of his fingers. When he spoke, his warm, spicy breath caressed her lips. “I don’t want to hear you speak his name again.”
Confused, her mind a muddled haze of fear and the beginnings of lust, she asked, “Who?”
“You don’t get to speak Dante Marquez’s name again. He’s out of your life for good. Do you understand?” His intensity surprised and confused her.
“Not really,” she breathed, her head swimming with the delicious scent of him. What was wrong with her? The guy was close to wringing her neck and yet her body was begging her to close the distance between them.
Tyson growled and shook her a little, his hold on her neck tightening fractionally. “You belong to me now. After this stunt, I’m not willing to allow you an inch of the patience I was willing to give you at the penthouse. You will learn what it means to be my woman, Claudia. I don’t want to hear the name of your ex-lover pass those lips. Do you understand me now?”
Her lips parted in surprise. She’d seen the edge of a barbarian in some of his behaviour when he took her out of the club and chased her through his garage, but she thought that was the worst. She had no idea this savage, possessive side to him existed. She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or terribly worried.
“I understand,” she whispered, stroking her hand soothingly over his wrist and down his flexed forearm. “Please, Tyson, what are you going to do to me?”
His grip on her neck loosened and his hand trailed down the front of her body, pausing briefly over the hardened peaks of her full breasts and brushing gently across the well-maintained strip of blond pubic hair. He brought his other hand up and snapped something on her wrist. The fingers of her other hand flew to her wrist to inspect the object. It was some kind of wide leather cuff with several short chain links, a few inches long in total, hanging from it. She frowned and felt around for the latch, but her agile fingers quickly discovered that it would not open to her. He had locked it.
“Tyson!” she snapped. “Stop it! I’m not playing kinky games with you right now. Get it off me.”
His huge hand covered the bare wrist of her other hand and in seconds she was securely padlocked into the leather cuffs, short chains trailing down from each. She tugged and pulled at the cuffs, but they didn’t budge. She stared angrily up at the big man. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“I’m teaching my woman how to relinquish control and trust someone to take care of her.”
Claudia’s temper soared and she snarled, “Fuck that! Take this shit off of me right this instant, Tyson King! I’m not your plaything.”
She felt his temper spark to match hers. She gasped apprehensively and stumbled back in escape. Her legs hit the bed and without her arms to balance her she would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her. He gripped both of her wrists tightly over the leather padding. She whimpered as her body weight was dragged upward by her arms.
“You’ll learn, Claudia,” he snarled, his full lips pulled back, black against the white of his teeth. He looked so implacable in that moment she cried out in fear as he released her to tumble back on the bed.
“Tyson, let’s talk about this,” Claudia gasped as she bounced on the bed, some of her temper diffusing as she began to get worried. “I’m not really into bondage.”
He ignored her and bent down to dig through the bag some more. The muscles of his arms strained against the fabric of his white dress shirt. She couldn’t see what he was pulling out of the bag, but the rustling made her anxious. She tried to reason with him again, this time going for firm rather than pleading. “Don’t you dare put anything else on me Tyson King, or I will make you regret it. Your other girlfriends might be into this kinky shit, but I’m having nothing to do with it.”
“I bought this stuff for you, before we even met. Never used it before,” he rumbled in reply, straightening.
Claudia’s head swam with the idea that he was planning on using this stuff on her before he even acquired her. She was pretty sure that was stalkerrific, but her pussy tingled at the thought that he always planned on tying her down for his use. Maybe she was as sick as he was. Damn her body for always responding so readily to him.
Firelight caressed the leather cuffs and some kind of rope held in his giant fist. He bent over and captured one of her ankles. Claudia gave a token effort to pull her ankle back but he held her fast. She heard the click as the leather cuff locked over the delicate bones of her ankle. The slither of sturdy rope over her calf caused her to shiver. He moved it off her skin with a brush of his fingers and proceeded to trap her other ankle.
She didn’t understand right away what all of the rope and cuffs were about. At first she thought he was going to go with a standard spread eagle position (standard for other BDSM couples, not standard for her), but the short chains indicated otherwise. Claudia let out a panicked squeal when he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. She immediately tried to roll onto her back, but he brought a heavy hand down on her ass in a single warning spank.
“Stay put woman,” he growled at her, the emphasis he put on each word telling her he was still pretty pissed off at her for running.
Claudia forced herself to lay still as he maneuvered her limbs. Part of her was curious about what he intended to do. He clearly wanted to render her helpless, punish her for running away from him and disobeying his stupid rules. He arranged her on the bed with her arms and legs straight until he bent her leg at the knee and brought her heel up to her butt. He picked up her wrist and pulled on the short chain until her wrist almost reached her ankle. She heard a snap and rolled her head to the side to see what he was doing. Messy hair falling f
rom the topknot she had arranged for her bath flopped in her eyes.
Claudia instinctively tried to pull her wrist back, but her ankle came with it. The same thing happened when she tugged on her ankle, her wrist pulled. She was completely stuck with her arm and leg raised over her ass. She frowned as he went around to the other side and latched her wrist to her ankle again. She felt as though she were being hogtied except her right limbs weren’t attached to her left limbs. When he stepped away from the bed she decided to test the strength of her bonds. If she could somehow wiggle out of them she’d hit the ground running as fast as she could and then lock herself in the bathroom.
She peeked over at Tyson. He was kneeling next to the bed with the rope. Claudia tried rolling onto her side, grunting as her arms and legs protested. She gasped and quickly rolled back onto her belly. Tyson ignored her struggles as he rounded the other side of the bed and did something with the rope over there too. He kneeled on the bed next to her and pulling the rope up, latched it to a metal loop on the ankle restraint.
“Tyson, what are you doing to me?” Claudia’s voice rose as she realized exactly how helpless she was about to become.
He held her still with a hand on her ankle, stretched his long arm out to the other side of the bed and pulled on the rope on the other side. Claudia gasped in surprise as the ankle and wrist already attached to the rope pulled outward, opening her up in a doggy-style sort of deal. Tyson snapped the latch shut on the other side, connecting the rope. Both of her knees were forced out, opening her pussy from behind. She tried wriggling, but realized quickly that the rope was looped under the bed and pulled taut so there was zero slack.
Tyson stepped back from the bed, inspecting his handiwork. Claudia visualized herself from that angle and blushed furiously. Her ankles were raised up over her thighs and spread to the sides giving him an unimpeded view of her pussy and ass. Her wrists, which were attached by the short chains to her ankles, were several inches below her feet and a few inches above the bed. The position should have been extremely uncomfortable, but the roping was arranged so there wasn’t much pressure on her wrists or ankles.
Claudia was completely helpless. She had never been tied down like this before and wasn’t sure she enjoyed it much. Though she had to admit that the thought of Tyson seeing her like this and enjoying the view heated her up in unexpected ways. Claudia licked her suddenly dry lips and said, “Can we please talk about this Tyson?”
He stepped up to the bed. She could see something dark and silky dangling from his fingers. “We had plenty of time to talk about your comfort zone at the penthouse. Now I think its time to make you understand a few things about me, Claudia.”
He kneeled on the bed between her spread legs. She moaned when he bent over her back, the body heat from his huge body engulfing her, his thigh brushing erotically against her spread pussy. She wondered, as his leg stroked against her, sending a jet of pleasure through her, if she would leave evidence of her arousal on his expensive trousers. He leaned across her, his broad chest pressed to her back, his lips next to her ear.
“I’ve built an empire,” he murmured, “out of controlling everyone and everything around me. I was willing to give you the opportunity to walk with me at my side, but you ran from me Claudia.”
She shivered helplessly as he slipped a black silk blindfold over her eyes, cutting off her vision and taking away yet another element of her control. “Tyson…” she whispered. “I had to go, I’m sorry.”
His shoulders hovered above her back, engulfing her slimmer torso. “I’m not sorry,” he said.
“But… I thought you were mad?” she said breathlessly.
“Yes,” he replied, planting his fists in the bed next to her body and levering himself up. “I’m extremely angry that you put yourself in danger. If Marquez or Delgado got hold of you, you wouldn’t last ten minutes. I’m also annoyed that you went to the most powerful mobster in our city for help over me.”
Claudia sensed his anger as though it were a living thing and flinched. She hadn’t really thought of it that way. She had been running away from the idea of being in a powerful man’s control again and the potential that her enemies could find her. She didn’t realize he might take offence that she would run to a business rival.
“No, Claudia, I’m not sorry,” he continued. “Because you’ve given me exactly what I wanted. I tried it your way. I tried wooing you. Now I intend to chain you to my side.”
Claudia’s chest swelled with mixed emotions. She was annoyed that he could treat her so barbarically, that he wanted to treat her that way. She could also argue with his idea of ‘wooing’ her, considering he’d snatched her from an underground casino and forced her to live in his penthouse for more than a week. But a part of her acknowledged that, even furious, he wasn’t hurting her. Yet. She really didn’t mind the idea of being tied to him either, figuratively or literally. He was by far the sexist man she had ever encountered and he seemed happy to lavish her with whatever her heart desired. Except the opportunity to run away and possibly get herself killed.
“What are you going to do to me Tyson?” she asked, forcing herself to relax into the bonds so her muscles wouldn’t get sore.
He lifted himself off of her, trailing a hand down her back and across her buttocks. She shivered at the contact and wiggled a little, seeking the warmth of his hand as he lifted it off her. “I intend to make you wait, Claudia. You can feel as helpless as I felt when I found out you were missing. You can feel the agony of time spent wondering where I’m at and if I’ll come to you.”
“I don’t understand.”
He ignored her and reached for something else. She heard more rustling and then he said, “But first…”
Claudia shrieked as something cold and gooey hit her square on the anus. She continued to gasp and struggle against her binding as he spread what she assumed was lubricant against her asshole. She had never been touched there, let alone penetrated. She pressed her hips in the bed as much as she could, but the movement forced her arms back uncomfortably. He began to wiggle a finger into the tight hole. “Tyson!” she gasped. “We need to talk about this!”
He paused, giving her time to adjust. His deep voice rumbled over her. “Are you denying me Claudia? Is that really what you want?” His hot breath caressed her ass cheek as he bit into the flesh, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump in reaction.
She moaned and pressed her face against the bed. “I don’t know Tyson, I can’t think like this. I…I want you to fuck me and let me go!”
“I’m going to fuck you Claudia,” he said, his voice going impossibly deep. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re never going to forget who owns you, who your body cries out for. You’ll beg me for it long before I let you come, baby.”
He continued to work his finger into her ass. The pressure increased. She panted and held as still as she could under his ministrations. She sighed in relief as he backed off only to jump when another squirt of cold jelly hit her ass. Then she felt it, some kind of object being pushed against the tight ring of her ass.
“Tyson,” she asked, her voice high and uncertain. “What is it? What are you doing?”
“It’s an anal plug,” he answered, running his other hand soothingly across her ass cheek. “We’re starting small. It’s about as big as my thumb around and just about as long. You’re too new to this for anything bigger, and we have a lot of work to do if I ever plan on getting in this beautiful ass.”
Claudia’s heart thundered and her body shivered in response as he twisted and turned the plug until she felt it slip in and the top settle between her cheeks. It felt impossibly tight.
“Just breathe, baby,” he said, kissing her upraised ankle and then pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand. “You can take it. You’re gorgeous and brave.”
Gradually the pressure decreased as she got used to the feel of a foreign object in her ass. The visualization of what she must look like, spread out with a butt plug o
n display for Tyson, made her pussy grow wetter and her flesh heat in an aroused blush. “What colour is it?” she whispered, embarrassed, but wanting to know.
“Pretty pink,” he said, stepping back from the bed. “Oh yeah, you look good, beautiful. Just like that.”
Claudia’s heart sped up as she heard him walk away from the bed. She was surprised and disappointed that he was leaving her without touching her. But she knew her punishment for running wasn’t likely to end quickly. He wanted her to suffer, wondering when he would come fuck and release her. She heard the thud of his feet on the stairs.
“Tyson!” she yelled. “Don’t I even get a safe word?”
She held her breath. He stopped moving, but didn’t come back up the stairs. He said, “How about: I will never run away from Tyson King again? When I hear you scream those words as I’m taking that gorgeous pussy, I might consider having some mercy.” He continued down the stairs, leaving her tied down doggy-style and getting wetter by the minute.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Claudia had no idea how long he left her like that. She was helpless to do anything but listen to his movements throughout the house. With the open loft she could hear him on the floor below working in the kitchen, making something to eat. She tried to think about the last time she ate and if she were hungry, but the sensations overwhelming her body were too distracting for her to worry about food.
The press of the anal plug against her tender ass had gradually morphed from uncomfortable into an incredible fullness. Every time she shifted or wiggled her ass the plug moved ever so slightly, pressing against nerve endings she didn’t know existed. The feelings were intense, unexpected and so unbelievably good. The better her ass felt the more she became aware of her empty pussy and the desire to have it filled. Specifically with the fat cock of her gorgeous, overbearing captor.
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