by CA Quigg
Chapter Ten
Emma
It felt like Christmas even though it was a month past December. I didn't realize skiing was a possibility in the South of France. I always imagined the weather would be warm all year round. I guess I needed to brush up on my world geography and weather patterns.
I sat on a fluffy white rug in front of a roaring log fire and pulled my knees up to my chest and sighed happily. Sure, the castle was something from a fairytale, but the ski house was something made from dreams. Inside the front door was a sweeping staircase that gave way to a living room with a soaring, high-vaulted ceiling and a stone-faced fireplace. Natural light flooded in through floor-to-ceiling windows, and the open floor plan was seamless. Whoever designed it had taken inspiration from nature with natural stones and driftwood accents everywhere. I could happily stay forever.
But it struck me as odd that despite it belonging to the royal family, there was nothing personal lying around—no photographs or mementos—so I still had no way of knowing what the royal family looked like.
Kit strode across the hardwood floors of the sitting room and handed me a steaming cup of hot cocoa overflowing with multi-colored marshmallows. I gladly took it from him. Everything about being here with him was perfection. Everything about him was perfection. There wasn't a luckier girl alive.
"Thanks for this, and thank you for bringing me here. I swear Beverly was out to get me."
Kit sat down on the floor beside me and stretched his legs out in front of the fire. "She's been with the Tandorf's for a long time. She's protective of them. That's all."
I took a sip of cocoa and held it in my mouth, savoring the sweetness before swallowing. "This is the best hot chocolate I've ever tasted by the way." I wrapped both of my hands around the mug and hugged it to my chest. "I get that she's protective, but I'm not a threat. I have no interest in anything that would harm the Tandorf family. Reaching out to Prince Kristian was, in a weird way, my way of reaching out to my mom. I know he doesn't know her, but…I don't know what I expected from him. I just wanted to connect with someone who'd connected with her. Since my grandma died, I've felt lost. Like I have no place in the world. Dumb, right?"
"Not dumb at all. I'm sure Kristian already knows you mean his family no harm."
He reached out and cupped my cheek. The feel of his hand was warm and smooth, and so reassuring. I leaned into his palm and placed a small kiss there.
"He met her when she was so full of life and laughter." I lifted my head from his hand and fished a melting marshmallow from my mug then sucked it into my mouth. "I don't remember much about her, but I remember dancing around the kitchen with her. Laughing and giggling. Would you like to see a photograph?" Without waiting for him to say yes or no, I set my mug down and dragged my handbag off a fireside chair and onto my lap. I pulled out an envelope stuffed with photos. The first one I pulled out was one of my favorites. My mom and I were outside my grandmother's trailer in the middle of summer. Our cheeks were pressed together, and we both wore wide smiles on our faces. "Look at how beautiful she was."
Kit took the photograph from my hand and examined it. "You resemble her, but you're even more beautiful."
I laughed softly. "Keep talking like that, and you might get lucky." I took more photos from the envelope and passed them to Kit. "I wonder if Prince Kristian will remember her if he sees these. Maybe that's all I want is for him to remember her. Be honest, does he even know I'm at the castle?"
"He knows. I've been keeping him updated, and I think he'll remember her."
"Has he said anything to you about her? About me?"
"No." Kit glanced toward the snapping flames and focused his attention on them. "He's a good person, Emma. I want you to know that. No matter what happens, understand he means you no harm."
"I do know that, or I think I do." I gave him the smile I used when I was trying to appear positive. "He must be a great person to allow you to take me to this chalet, also known as a McMansion, for two days."
"He takes good care of me, and in return, I take good care of him."
I wiggled my eyebrows. "So you know all of his secrets?"
Kit chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows back. "In a manner of speaking."
"Tell me something about him. Tell me a dark and dirty secret he'd hate for anyone to know."
Kit handed me back the photos, and I carefully placed them inside the envelope.
"What kind of loyal servant would that make me if I shared any of his secrets?"
I pouted. "You're no fun at all."
"No fun?" From the gleam in his eyes, I knew what was on his mind. "I promise you, Miss Brown, I'm a lot of fun. A lot of fun indeed."
"I don't believe you. You're much too stuffy to be any fun."
"Is that so?"
"Prove it," I said.
"Prove what?"
I was teasing him because I knew what the end result would be. A mind-blowing orgasm for both of us. He'd brought me here for a reason, and I'd agreed to come with him for that very same reason. Neither of us could say anything different or deny it. And, despite what he'd said, I planned for him to take the one thing I'd been saving for what felt like forever.
"You heard me. Prove to me that you're fun."
He laughed uproariously. "And how would you like me to prove it?"
"Oh, I don't know…maybe by making love to me. I've heard that's fun. Lots of fun."
"Remember what you promised not to ask me?"
"I've changed my mind."
He leaned over and caught my lips in a gentle kiss. There was nothing rough or hard about his kiss. Nothing that said he would rip my clothes off and pin me to the floor. It was gentle but passionate and chased goosebumps up and down my skin.
"No," he murmured against my lips, his breath warm against my skin. "I intend to spend the next two days pushing you to your limits, judging what you can and can't take. If you're a good girl and if you behave, I might make love to you before we leave the mountain."
I closed my eyes and shuddered. He wasn't rejecting me, but he wasn't taking what I'd offered either. Well, that was too bad because if he didn't, I'd give him no other choice than to make love to me.
"I remember you saying you didn't need anything in the dungeons to show me your depraved needs. I think it's time you showed me them."
"You, Ms. Brown, are very demanding."
"You have no idea, Mr. Whitehall." I stood. The bad girl inside of me was ready to come out and play.
His eyes narrowed, and he looked up at me from where he sat. "What if I'd planned to punish you by making you wait? Planned to make you suffer and beg?"
I nodded toward the very evident bulge in the front of his jeans. "Your cock seems to have something different in mind."
"My cock doesn't make my decisions."
"We'll see about that." I hunkered down and reached out to caress him, but before I touched him, he snatched my hand away and held my wrist in a tight grip. His eyes darkened, and his breath hitched. I was in trouble. Good. I liked being in trouble.
"You're lying," I said. I was beginning to understand our back and forth was all part of the foreplay. All part of the buildup. All part of the torment. "Let's see how long your cock can resist this." I ripped my hand from his grasp, pulled my sweater over my head, unhooked my bra and threw it to the ground. Arousal heated my body more than the roaring fire beside me. Being here with him made me brave, bold, fearless and confident. "If you're not going to make love to me, I'll make love to myself." I ran my hands over my breasts and pinched my peaked nipples, making sure I kept my eyes on Kit the entire time.
Tension tightened his jaw, and his hands curled into fists. Fighting off what he wanted to do was killing him. Good. He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling.
"Afraid to look at me?"
"I'm praying for patience." He met my eyes and glowered. "I don't recall saying you could touch yourself."
I skirted my hands over my midriff and pushed do
wn the waistband of my leggings and panties, kicking them both off. I was naked, wet and ready.
"I don't recall you saying I couldn't. Besides, if I want to touch myself, I will. My body. My choice." I sashayed toward the soft, brown leather sofa behind the coffee table, wiggling my ass as I went, and when I sat down, I spread my legs wide. A flash of cool air hit my exposed pussy causing more wetness to seep out and coat my lips.
All hesitation about talking dirty to him and telling him what was on my mind vanished. As well as telling him what was on my mind, I would show him. Demonstrate exactly how being with him made me feel. "I don't think you have the willpower to resist me. Look at my pussy, Kit. Look at how wet I am for you."
"I'd stop if I were you." He visibly swallowed but didn't move from where he still sat on the rug.
"No way. I'm not stopping." I slicked my fingers through my folds, spread my legs as far as I could, and leveraged my toes on the edge of the coffee table. "You do this to me. You make me this horny and so fucking wet." I stretched my clit taut and traced the edge of my fingernail over the tip. "You have no idea how much I want to slide my fingers inside my pussy and pretend it's your cock. But I won't because I want you to be the first person to breach the opening of my body. No matter what happens with us and no matter what you say, you're going to be the first man I make love to."
He growled, stood, and strode toward me. Victory was mine. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.
"I told you to stop." The anger in his voice reflected in his eyes. He grabbed my wrists and roughly pinned them against the back of the butter-soft sofa. "You think you can tease me, little girl? You'll learn that teasing me and testing me isn't something you should do unless you want to be punished."
"Then punish me. Give me everything you have." I was half demented with lust and want, and from the way his nostrils flared, my current bratty attitude pissed him off. Good. If he was ready to bring it, I was ready to take it.
Using his weight, he wedged my body against the back of the sofa. For a few seconds, he fumbled behind me, and before I knew it, Velcro straps lined with fur were wound around one wrist and then the other, strapping me in place, binding me to the sofa, relinquishing me to his mercy. I tested the give. There was none.
He knelt between my knees and pushed my thighs apart. "Don't you dare move," he ordered. In a flash of movement, he'd strapped my ankles to the sofa. Once again, I tested the give and once again, there was none. I was helpless. Vulnerable. Defenseless. I liked it. A lot.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson. One you won't soon forget. When I tell you no and tell you to stop, you'll listen. When I tell you I'm in control, you'll listen. And when I tell you not to come or touch yourself, you'll listen."
"What if I don't want to listen?"
"Then you're going to find yourself in a lot of trouble."
"I like trouble. Love trouble." I knew deep in my heart he wouldn't hurt me, but I was still a tiny bit anxious.
He tested the tightness of the restraints by running his finger around the insides of the straps and giving them a tug. As soon as he was satisfied I couldn't move and that my circulation wasn't cut off, he disappeared upstairs, leaving me alone. My heart thrummed, and a light sweat misted my skin thinking about what was about to happen. I was more than ready for him, and I more than wanted him. The arousal dripping between my ass cheeks was evidence of that.
If he fucked me now, my soaked pussy would take him—all of him—with no trouble. A lot of my friends said the first time for them was painful and uncomfortable. That didn't worry or scare me because Kit would make sure, even if there was some pain, my first time would be mind-blowing.
His feet thundered downstairs, and he positioned himself in front of me. In his right hand was a pink wand vibrator, a black velvet bag hung from his fingers. In his left hand, were three plastic cylinders, but I wasn't sure what they were for.
He set the vibrator, cylinders, and bag beside me on the sofa, and I sucked in a sharp, excited breath and giddiness engulfed me.
"Don't look so excited, sweet Emma. For disobeying me and teasing me the way you have, you're not going to come for a very long time. Instead, I'm going to torture you until you're ready to pass out."
"But I'm already so close. If you allow me to come, I promise I won't tease or disobey you ever again. Pinky promise."
He barked out a laugh. "We both know that's not true, don't we?"
I closed my eyes and arched my back, straining to get free, to get closer to him, but I could barely move an inch. I'd never been helpless before. Restraints were all new to me, and my body more than loved it. The sense of helplessness and vulnerability was weirdly empowering.
Kit knelt in front of me and ran a fingertip around my slick opening. My walls clenched inviting him in, practically pleading with him to give me the satisfaction and release I so desperately needed.
"Please, Kit, I'll do anything you want."
He cupped a hand around my mound and squeezed. "You're going to do anything and everything I want no matter what."
"I won't, not unless you give me an orgasm." I sounded like a petulant kid, but I couldn't help it. Kit brought out the brat in me.
"You seem to be forgetting you're the one who's tied up and I'm the one who has a vibrator and suction cylinders, and—" He picked up the velvet bag, "—a ball gag. Do you know what a ball gag's for?" He took a black ball gag punctured with holes from the bag and trailed it up the midline of my body leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
"Um, to keep me quiet? What else would it be for?"
He chuckled softly. "There is that. Wearing a ball gag increases your arousal both mentally and physically. A gag that opens your mouth as wide as possible with no breathable holes will force you to breathe through your nose. When you're near orgasm and begin panting, it'll limit your oxygen and will give an intense orgasm, but that's advanced, and you're not ready for advanced.
"You need a lot of training. Much more than I thought. During our drive, I decided to take it easy on you so as not to scare you away."
"You think you scare me? You don't. You're a big pussy cat." I knew what I was doing. I was taunting him. Teasing him. Provoking him. Seeing how far I could push him.
"Am I?" He clasped my chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger and gave me a flint filled stare. "You're terrified, and you're shaking. You're wondering what you've gotten yourself into by coming here with me. You don't know if I'm going to keep you here as my slave. You don't know if you're ever going to see your family or friends again. Maybe you were right. Maybe Kristian asked me to take you up here and dispose of you."
I vehemently shook my head. "You don't scare me."
He released my chin and smacked the back of his hand against my stretched clit. It didn't hurt, but it shocked me enough to make me cry out. He was right, part of me was scared. It wasn't a bad kind of scared. It was a good kind of scared. A thrilling kind of scared. But I wouldn't admit my fear to him.
He fished inside the bag again, produced a small red ball and pressed it into my hand. "Since you won't be able to talk, hold this in your hand. If it gets too much, drop it, and all play will stop.
I wrapped my fingers around the ball and nodded in understanding.
"Open your mouth."
A whimper sounded in my throat. Panic seized me, and my heart accelerated. My lungs seemed to have shrunk, and I couldn't get enough air into them no matter how hard I breathed. What was I doing? This was insane. I didn't know the first thing about Kit. I'd allowed a practical stranger to tie me up and had agreed to him gagging me. Who was I kidding, I wasn't someone's submissive. Giving up control wasn't me. I had to get free. I had to get home.
Kit, sensing my panic, stroked my hair. "Ssssh. Breathe. Nice and slow. In and out. In and out. "
He continued stroking my hair, and I followed his lead, taking slow deep breaths until my body balanced and my heart didn't try to escape my chest via my mouth.
"You're
safe," he said in a soothing tone. "I won't hurt you or do anything I don't think you're not ready for. Understand."
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. "I know. I understand. I panicked. I'm sorry."
"Never be sorry by how your body reacts. Listen to everything it tells you because it's never wrong." He reached out to my right wrist and began to unfasten the Velcro.
"No. Don't. I don't want to stop. I want to see where this takes me. Where this takes us."
He nodded and paused for a few beats as if considering his next move. "Open your mouth."
Without questioning him, I did as he asked.
"The holes in the ball will allow you to breathe through your mouth, but you won't be able to talk." He positioned the firm rubber ball inside of my mouth and tightened the straps around the back of my head, securing the gag in place. "Are you ready?"
I nodded and mumbled yes.
"Hold everything you're feeling inside. Try not to make a sound. Don't come unless I say you can." He sat on the edge of the coffee table, and his hand hovered between the vibrator and the cylinders. "What shall I use first?" He picked up the vibrator and slapped it against his palm.
"Do I drive you insane by pressing this against your clit?" To demonstrate he clicked the wand to full speed, but instead of using it on my clit, he pressed it against the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
My muscles jumped, and I tried to draw back from the overwhelming sensation, but thanks to my restraints, I wasn't able to. He switched off the vibrator and picked up the cylinders. "Or do I use these?" He brought the largest cylinder to my clit and placed it on top of the slippery bud. "Do you know what these are for?"
I shook my head. I'd seen nothing like them in my life.
"The more I twist the top of the cylinder, the more it will engulf and suck in your clit and the more your clit will become engorged. It'll double in size, maybe even triple, and when I remove it, you'll be so sensitive that even a simple tap of my tongue could send you tumbling."
I gave a nervous laugh. "They look strange, but if they do everything you say they will, I can't wait."