by Eden Elgabri
“You mean what am I going to do with these? I’m going to tie your wrists to the bed posts and then I’m going to give you the best sex of your life.”
His dick bobbed with joy. “And you’ll write about it after?”
“Not the gory details, no. But I’ve never done anything of this sort before and I need to write a bondage scene. I want something to draw on.”
“Good thing for me you don’t write murder mysteries.”
Keary laughed and tied a piece of silk around his wrist. He grabbed her hand and halted her. “You first. You should experience both sides. Once I’ve fucked you good and hard you can have your turn.”
Keary’s eyes narrowed and for a moment it looked as if she wouldn’t agree. She shrugged and traded places with Devin and held out her hands. “I’m not chicken.”
Devin tied one wrist and then the other loosely so they remained secure but comfortable. If she needed to, she’d be able to twist her wrists enough to maneuver out of them. He didn’t tell her that but figured he wouldn’t have to.
Her body tensed the second he touched her.
Chicken my ass. She isn’t any more at ease with this than I am.
But he knew how to loosen her up. Easing her legs open, Devin viewed the pink dewy vaginal folds the way an art lover would a masterpiece.
Devin licked around the outer folds, taking his time and teasing. This pleasure would build slowly. Keary twisted and tried to push her clit against his tongue. “Be patient.”
He gave her clit a quick lick and blew on it. Sticking two fingers into her, Devin massaged her G spot while he licked around her labia. As long as she remained at his mercy, Devin planned on prolonging her pleasure until she could no longer stand it.
The sounds she made, tiny moans mingled with quick pants, sounded more lyrical than a symphony. Her juices, sweet like a Honey Bell orange, seeped into his mouth and dripped off his fingers. Devin’s cock throbbed from wanting.
With her release not far, Devin pulled his fingers out and proceeded to press feather light kisses along the edges of her thighs. Keary whimpered, seeking a mouth or a finger to finish her off.
Leaning above her, Devin placed the head of his cock inside her heat and she bucked fiercely. “Wait. What about a condom?”
“Box is empty.”
Keary groaned and whimpered.
Devin slid into her and remained still.
“What are you doing? Why would you risk this? If I get pregnant I’ll sue for paternity.”
Devin grinned at her. “You’d have my child?”
“My ex-husband shot blanks. I’m thirty five years old. If I was lucky enough to get pregnant I’d keep the child even if it was the spawn of Lucifer.”
“All I needed to know.” He moved with a slow rhythm and kissed her. Her reluctance surprised him but it didn’t take long for her surrender. To mate with her for life, that’s all he required. So hot. So slick. The clenching of her vaginal walls undid him and he followed her into ecstasy.
Easing off her to the side, Devin kept one leg thrown over hers. He rested his head on top of her breast and marveled at the drumming beat so in sync with his own.
Her body shook slightly. It wasn’t until he lifted his head he saw tears streaming down her face. He’d taken things too far. Of course she’d react this way to a man she’d known less than a week in a far off town not using a condom. For the second time.
“You said this morning it wouldn’t happen at this part of your cycle anyway. I’m sorry your ex shot blanks, but I want you to know if something happened with me you’d never have want for anything. I’m...” He paused almost ready to say ‘I’m loaded.’ He stopped himself just in time. “Please don’t cry.”
She turned her face away from him.
He took a deep breath. “I know you won’t believe me, but I’m crazy in love with you.”
Keary’s head snapped back and her eyes locked on his, incredulity mixed with pain. She shut her eyes and kissed his shoulder. “My turn now. Untie me so I can turn the tables.” Keary rubbed her wrists though the bonds that held her weren’t tight.
“Now lie back and let me have my way with you.” Eyes lowered, her seductive smile seemed to hide a secret. In silence, she reversed the process and bound him to the bed. She tied one piece of silk around his wrist and the other end to the bedpost, but she pulled to make sure he was secured tightly.
A sense of extreme vulnerability washed over Devin. Excitement was diminished by the tiniest bit of doubt. His mind focused on what she’d do next.
Keary stepped away from the bed and with a somber step paced around it eyeing him as if she sought the solution to a puzzle. Turning, she ambled back to the bureau and took out a knit hat. The kind one would wear out in the cold and snow. She grinned at him and pulled the hat over his eyes so he could no longer see.
He pulled, but his wrists stayed secure. Panic engulfed him. The blindfold scratched at a deeper vulnerability. As a child he’d braved years of pitch black nights. His parents had been the type that believed that people only conquered fears if they faced them head on. Even now, as an adult, complete darkness unnerved him. “Keary, I’d prefer to see.”
“My captive, your preferences mean nothing to me.”
Devin pulled on ties that bound him to the bed, more uneasy than ever. Her hands caressed his body and her mouth sought out his nipple. She flicked her tongue over his flesh and watched his cock come back to life. She slid down on the bed and licked around the head of his penis.
He sighed.
A squeak of the bed spoke volumes; she’d moved away from him and left him helpless in the darkness. The keys to her laptop tapped out a tune while he waited. What on earth was she doing?
“Keary?”
“Yeah, it’ll just take a few minutes, but you know us writers. Have to get the story down while it’s still fresh in the mind.”
“Are you serious?” his voice squeaked.
“Oh, hold on.”
The sound of her approaching eased his mind. She licked around the head of his penis again and let her lips ride over it and down the shaft. He relaxed and pleasure built to a frenzied pitch.
Then nothing. Her mouth disappeared and cold air replaced it. The typing started up again.
Amazing how the sense of sound became heightened when he could no longer see or move.
The knock on the door alerted him to the outside world and to danger. Keary flipped the sheet up over his waist.
“What are you doing? You’re not going to answer it are you? Keary? Keary?” He yelled her name the second time as her footsteps padded into the other room.
Had he made a mistake?
Could it be that what he loved was nothing more than a teenage fantasy?
How could he have made love to her all week and never seen the real Keary?
Chapter Ten
Splashing ice cold water on her face wouldn’t have brought her back to reality any sooner than that one bold lie.
At first Keary had hoped to avoid having sex with him again. Lust enticed her and she not only went off Roman Candle style on the fourth of July, but she wanted it so much, she allowed him to do the dance without a raincoat.
No pride. Just lust.
Her nipples hardened and the folds between her legs wept with longing, begged to be fucked. She relished his body and the sensations it gave her.
Until he said he loved her.
She vaulted back to reality. He’d lied. And now he tried to take advantage of her even more. The truth was she’d been falling in love with him until she learned of his deception.
Now she needed to focus on vengeance. She wanted to believe him. Wanted to love him. Wanted more than anything for him to love her. For real.
But he’d faked it and for that, for making her believe in love again, she wanted justice.
Slipping into a sweat suit she’d left on the couch, Keary opened the door and let in a few of her writing buddies. Susan led the crew and wielded
a digital camera. Maggie, who’d inadvertently caused the coup, followed behind her with Janie bringing up the rear.
“Whoa, what a gorgeous suite. This must be costing you a fortune,” Janie said, eyeing the room from corner to corner.
“Wait ‘til you see the rest of it.”
Susan snorted. Keary shut the door behind them and bolted it. No need to take chances.
“Absolutely gorgeous. I think the only one in the hotel that’s better is the owner’s penthouse suite.”
“Yeah, that’s what we’re here for, Maggie. It appears the owner has been masquerading as first a model and then a masseur.”
“Suz, why would he do that?”
“All in an effort to get into Keary’s pants.”
“Did he make it?” Janie asked.
Keary wished she could control her blush, but the embarrassment and shame at getting played burned on her cheeks.
The two ladies that had been out of the loop commiserated and chastised Keary and Susan, for keeping them in the dark.
“Keep your voices down. He’s in the other room and I don’t want him to hear what I have planned for him.”
Janie stepped closer and whispered. “How do you know he won’t just open the door and come out?”
Keary grinned at them. “Because I have him tied to the bed.”
In spite of her warning to keep their voices down, Maggie and Janie squealed and guffawed. Janie’s hand reached up and clutched her pearl necklace with the slightest bit of discomfort. “And what did you call us here for? What do you want us to do with him?”
Keary placed her arm around her friend. “Don’t worry. Nothing too bad,” she whispered. “I just want to scare the ever-living shit out of him.”
Maggie shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “What if you have the wrong guy? What if he’s not really the owner? What if it’s Peter playing both parts? Do you have that picture? I’d hate it if we spent this entire week screwing the same guy.”
Keary’s stomach knotted. If that was the case she’d find an even bigger way to humiliate him. The thought of him touching Maggie or any other woman caused her fists to tighten. Racing to the table, she grabbed the picture and handed it to Maggie. “Devin’s the one on the left.”
“Your left or left in the picture?”
“This one,” she said, pointing to Devin.
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. “Yup, not my Peter. Well, thank God for that. I wouldn’t want to find out I was sharing without my knowledge.”
Keary’s shoulders relaxed and she let out the breath she’d been holding. “Well, that’s just what we’re going to pretend to do ladies—share. I’m going to take you into the bedroom and pretend that we’re all going to enjoy his favors.”
“Won’t he just get off on that even more?”
“Not necessarily. Besides, he’s blindfolded. He won’t know what’s going on. I’m going to call out names and use the name Bill. He’ll think one of us is a guy and that won’t sit well with him at all. All we have to do is run our hands over his arms and chest while Susan takes pictures.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Keary.” Janie looked like she was ready to bolt from the room.
“Okay, you take the pictures and Suz will join in the torment. Will that work?”
Nods of agreement brought them to the door. Keary opened it with a flourish.
* * * *
How could he have been so wrong about Keary?
He couldn’t. At first, he’d thought he’d get the fantasy out of his system. But he’d gotten to know Keary and she was the woman he fell in love with.
The woman who’d just opened the door wasn’t the same woman he spent the week with. This one scared him. He’d heard her on the other side of the door. The voices were low but Devin was dead certain there was more than one. And by the intake of breath when she opened the door, she had at least two people with her.
His stomach knotted and his heart clenched. He yanked on the ties that bound him to the bed but they held strong. “What do you think, I know I’ve been selfish keeping him to myself, but I needed him for research.”
Bile rose and lodged in his throat. Research? Did she mean what she said to these women? Could it be true that he’d meant no more to her than research for a book?
“Oh, he’s divine, Keary. Let me ride him first.”
“Hey, why should you get to go first?” a second woman questioned.
Bullshit. There’d be no way they’d get him hard now. Who knew what was on the other side of his mask? He couldn’t see and wasn’t feeling in an amorous mood.
After Keary’s betrayal he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be in the mood again.
“Keary,” Devin snarled, “get them the fuck out of here. No offense, ladies, but I’m not in the mood for your little game.”
“Devin, I don’t think you heard me earlier. No one cares what you want. And I don’t think Bill appreciates being called a lady.”
Devin froze and his blood ran cold. She couldn’t mean it. Keary’s voice came closer and hands touched him. He twitched, not sure if they belonged to Keary. Two more hands caressed the other side of his chest and his arm.
Four hands. Two more than Keary had. Two more grazed his thigh over the sheet.
Six hands.
Shit.
At least they were female hands; even in the dark he knew the difference. If there was a Bill, he hadn’t joined the game yet. But those female hands...
Don’t get aroused. Don’t get aroused. Don’t get aroused.
Keary wouldn’t share him like a pizza with her hungry friends. This might have been a fantasy for some men but not for him.
He was a one woman man. Well at least one at a time. This would kill him.
“Keary.” Devin yelled her name so loudly he was certain the people in the next room could hear. That’s what he’d do. He’d shake the bed the way they had the other night and he’d keep doing it until the neighbors complained. He’d be so loud they’d have to call the front desk.
The hat that kept him in the darkness was suddenly yanked off his head. A camera flashed and his eyes began to focus. Her friend Susan stroked his left arm while his cousin’s playmate stroked his right. Keary crawled up on the bed and leaned so she faced the camera and her head rested on his chest. A woman he never met before flashed off pictures, the epitome of a master photographer running a photo shoot.
Keary tugged at the sheet to expose more of his legs. They weren’t tied down. Devin kicked and twisted his body, fighting his way to freedom.
“Good enough. Take the camera and we’ll meet you in your room.”
The woman with the camera nodded and left. Keary and her two other friends moved away from him the second the camera stopped clicking. So they wanted pictures of him, but for what?
“Keary, why are you doing this?”
“You know, I asked myself the same question of you, when I found out you owned the hotel. Let’s go girls.”
“Oh shit. Fuck! Keary, you don’t understand. Keary. Untie me. Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here.”
But his words fell on deaf ears and the three women left the room the same way the first had. He heard the soft click of the room door shut and then silence.
Chapter Eleven
It had hurt less when her husband announced their marriage was over. At least she’d been prepared for that. Her feelings there had suffered through a long illness so its death had been expected.
Not the case with Devin. Keary hadn’t been prepared for the sudden demise of a relationship still in the honeymoon stage.
Anger battled sadness. For the moment sadness won. How can I still want him? That’s what hurt the most. Keary didn’t want to believe what happened, wanted desperately to find the entire thing some horrible misunderstanding.
“You okay?” Suz asked.
“I’ll live.” Keary avoided her friend’s gaze so she wouldn’t see just how affected she’d been by Devin’s betray
al.
“You can’t just leave him tied there indefinitely. At some point you’ll have to go back to the room.”
“The hell I will. Not with him there.” Keary strode up to the front desk and waited for the man behind it to come to her aid.
“May I help you?”
“You certainly may. Mr. Barnett is in my room and slightly...incapacitated.”
Susan started to laugh and brought her hand to her mouth to pretend she was coughing.
“Mr. Barnett? The owner?”
“The very one. You’ll need to send a few staff members to assist him.”
“Is he all right, ma’am?”
Keary hesitated. “He’ll live, but he’s in need of assistance. It can’t wait.”
Susan slipped into another fake coughing fit and walked away from the desk. The gentleman picked up the phone. Keary nodded and strode over to Susan, who leaned against the edge of the couch in the lobby and tried to hide her laughter behind a potted plant.
Two burly men in hotel attire approached the desk and were handed a key card.
“What I wouldn’t give for a hidden video,” Susan said.
Keary smiled. She didn’t enjoy humiliating him any more than she enjoyed being humiliated by him. She tried to imagine what he’d feel like when his employees showed up and found him naked and bound to the bed.
She’d lowered herself to his standards. This wasn’t the type of person she was. Guilt tugged at her conscience and she pushed it away.
He’d used her for his own sick purposes and made her fall in love with him.
Susan stopped laughing and grabbed her hand. “Hey, are you all right?”
Keary shook her head and the tears she’d held at bay began to form in her eyes. There’d be no way to hold them back now. She wouldn’t see Devin again and if she did it wouldn’t matter because they were over.
Tears threatened and her hands shook. “Get me out of here. Please, Suz, get me the hell out of here.”
Susan grabbed Keary’s arm and led her outside.
* * * *
The door opened and Devin yelled the second he heard the sound. “Keary, damn it, untie me and let me explain. Kear...”