Hell yeah! It’s so much fun not having to change gear. Fifty, sixty, seventy. I bounce in the seat. I’m excited. Too excited. Okay Liz, we want to go even faster don’t we?
“Slow down, Elizabeth,” Adrien barks.
Ha, this is payback for the bungee jump, Adrien. I smile and keep my foot down, ignoring his request.
“I thought you were a thrill-seeker, Mr Knight,” I toy with him. “Too fast for you? Afraid you might die?”
This car is amazing. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I need another kick, and speeding through these country lanes is working.
“I can’t die, and you’re turning me on driving like this. You’re dangerous. So slow the hell down.” He glares with angry fuck me eyes. Shit, I love that look. “Road Elizabeth!”
Lights suddenly hit my vision and I’m blinded temporarily. I swerve and miss an oncoming car by an inch.
“Shit,” I gasp, quickly regaining control.
“Slow down, or I drive,” he snaps.
I spring in the seat. I’m horny and it’s all his fault. I bite my lip, feeling the power in my hands. There’s something I’ve wanted since we got here, and I will get my way. I put my foot to the floor again.
“You want me to slow down? Then show me what you’ve got in that room.”
His torso inflates furiously. He grabs my thigh and runs his hand up to my crotch. Jesus, I’m all over the road. I wheeze, gritting my teeth as his hand and fingers massage me with unyielding strokes, harder and harder. Oh shit!
“Slow down or I’ll carry on.” He glides his digits against me, slow and firm. “I won’t die, but you might.” His tone is so dark and husky.
I don’t want him to stop. But god, I’m going to total this car in a minute. I could actually kill myself for sex here. I grumble and ease my foot off the accelerator.
“You win.” I growl and he removes his touch. “Can I please pull over,” I say in need. “Here will do, won’t it?” My voice is as frustrated as my body.
I glance across, waiting for his yes.
“No,” he says, definitely. “I’m in no mood now.”
Great work there Liz. You want to get laid, then you don’t piss-off your means to get it.
I turn right through the open gates. I’m on the brink of sexual starvation, so speed a little to get to the house as fast as possible. I turn off the engine and angle over the wheel, frustrated.
“That was a stupid stunt, Elizabeth.” He gets out and slams the car door.
“Well, so was touching me,” I mumble to myself as I step outside.
I take off my jacket as he lingers at the bottom of the staircase, with a sly but disapproving expression. He strides to me with gluttonous eyes and aggressively pulls me into his body.
“I thought I was the one bad for you. It’s proving to be the other way around.”
“I’m sorry.” I swallow. “It was that bungee jump.”
“Don’t be sorry.” His eyes move down my body. “But you’re not invincible. Irrational, yes.”
“I’m irrational for a reason. It was something Sara said.”
“What did she say?” I hear anger in his voice.
“She warned me. Look, if you don’t want me to have doubts about this, then you need to show me the room,” I say quietly. “Please.”
Chapter 16
Elizabeth
I concentrate on the door as I tow Adrien’s hand behind me. He’s reluctant, always two paces behind. I turn to him, noticing his whole body is despondent and unwilling. God, this is his house, he shouldn’t be ashamed of a thing here.
“Where’s the key?” I ask.
He sighs and gestures his eyes to the top of the door frame. Okay, not a very original hiding place, so it can’t be that bad.
I finger the wood from left to right and a small silver key falls into my palm. I release Adrien from my control, and place the key inside the doorknob. I twist until it clicks open, then look over my shoulder with a shrewd smile because I feel wicked for making him do this. Almost immediately, the apprehension surfacing on his face has me halt my childish mission to see.
“What’s in there that’s bothering you so much?”
“It’s a room... intended for you,” he murmurs. “For a red.”
I frown with a stumped grin. “For me?”
“It’s kind of a custom for those in that exclusive club I told you about.” I find his incoherent mumbling very hard to hear, and have to tilt my head nearer to him. “All executives who have a red, have a distinctive room. But we’re not going to use it?” he says. “I don’t need to, Elizabeth.”
“Fuck... I knew it. There’s kinky stuff in there isn’t there?” I aim not to squeal. “The freemason thing is so weird. If your so against it, then why be a part of it?”
“It’s not the freemasons I’m a part of. What I am a part of, is a more permanent position. I run things.” His eyes spin, annoyed. “So go on, take a look.”
I inhale and open the door to find a set of stained wooden stairs. I climb halfway, but don’t hear him follow. I glance over my shoulder. He’s standing there still at the bottom, anxiously glaring up at me.
“Elizabeth, I can’t go up there.”
“This is your house, and it’s not like you’ve killed anyone. Or have you?” I chuckle, but he doesn’t seem to find me funny. “Come on.”
“Fuck it.” He jogs up behind me.
I place my foot onto a solid redwood floor. I raise my head to see a vast round beamed roof, which has six heavy duty black hooks spaced out at different locations on the main beam. There are no straight walls, it’s just a huge round space with deep maroon and gold wall coverings, and a tall fancy mahogany cabinet. My eyes search this evocative room further.
I’m supposed to be shocked. I’m supposed to be against this kind of stuff. My mum’s midlife crisis created that dislike in me. But now I feel I know Adrien enough to be curious about his needs. To be interested in finding out more.
I’ve been trying not to look, but now I have to. Perhaps I want to. The bed is stood dead centre. A chunky solid four poster, made from stripped and waxed railway sleepers. It’s not as bad as my mind made out to be a second ago. It has hooks on each post, one in the bedhead, and one in the foot-base. There are drapes of cream lace that swag over the posts, giving it a softer look, and the sheets are taupe silk. But I see no chains, leather straps, intimidating handcuffs, or medieval type equipment, which is a bizarre relief.
I walk across the room calmly, feeling so audacious and keen. It’s like he told me, I may get fucked up like that curious cat. Because right now, my body is liking the idea of using this room with him very much.
I run my hand over a brown leather chair, the kind I dream will be in my office one day, and stop before the tall cabinet. I move my hand to the door and bite my cheek, observing Adrien’s cagey eyes. I pull on the handle, but it’s locked.
“The key,” he says, sheepishly.
I use the same door key to open the gold lined lock, taking in a troubled breath.
This is it Liz. This will tell you what kind of guy you’re involved with. If there’re whips and spanking sticks in here. Or anything that’s the size of a forearm and runs on batteries. You’re going to have to seriously get your head checked out, if you’re still standing here in the next five minutes.
I swallow down and open the cabinet door. I can’t see so pull ajar the other door. I note fabric first, red silks and rope on the top shelf. The one below houses a box made of solid silver, with lettering engraved on each surface. It’s the size of an average shoe box and looks antique. I take it out and look to Adrien. It’s weighty and the lid is locked, like everything else in this room.
“That’s personal,” he says, still too fearful to venture near me.
I slide the box back and look at the clothes rail, to see seven tasteful under garments hung. All in silks, laces, and satins. I take out one of the beige suede coat hangers. It’s beautiful. A white silk a
nd lace mini nightdress, with a ribbon corset back.
Wow, this room, it is sending shivers up my legs. In fact, it’s making me want him more than ever. My skin is on fire, thinking of him seeing me dressed in this silk, and what he will do to me.
“So...” I pull out one of the long red pieces of silk. “What’s this for?”
His avid gaze is intense and fraught. “For your eyes.”
“So I don’t see you.” I run the silk through the palm of my hand. “Why?”
He finally takes a step closer, but he’s still too far away. “It’s believed that with one sense covered, the others heighten.” He wets his bottom lip.
“Hmm.”
“When I kiss your skin, you will feel it three fold.” His eyes are now activating that scenario directly on me. “When I stroke your hair, face, lips, your body will...” He exhales and almost growls. “Move and experience an unearthly journey while in the darkness.” He steps nearer. “Your hands will be bound, so all your roused responses will stimulate your hips. And you must trust me to read you, and have no influence over the experience at all.”
Oh god. I want that journey. He needs to take me there.
“And... and you don’t want this?” My face is now aflame, and voice so weak with a nervous need.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, agitated. “Tying you up, is well, not necessary. You give me everything I need without this theatre.”
“Perhaps.” I hold out the blindfold nervously. “But you won’t hurt me.”
I’m most definitely convinced I want this. It is an absolute necessity he does all those things to me. He’s stirred my insides, and kindled a neurotic need for it.
He breathes heavily, chafing his fingers through his hair, sexually stressed by my stubborn determination. He charges toward me and his lips crash against mine, ardently. He exhales, shifting his mouth over my ear to inhale me. I’m panting, gripping the blindfold tight.
“You want this? You want me to tie your hands to that bed?” he murmurs hot words. “You want me to do things to your body, without you having the ability to see?” I can’t speak to answer him. “Elizabeth,” he whispers. “Say no... please.”
That’s never going to happen. Not now he’s turned me on like this. He’s going to do all those things to me. He has to. I stare up at him with my top lip pleated over the bottom.
“I want this.” I gulp down.
I stand back and lust into his eyes, bending over to unzip my boots and remove them. He watches every move I make, immobile.
“Elizabeth?” He questions my actions. The desperation in his voice makes my heart beat furiously.
“I’m not as innocent as you think.” I undo my zipper, teasing down my jeans, bit by bit. I feel inspired by this room, with no anxiety or shame.
“What happened to you?” he asks, his view gliding down my legs.
“You happened.”
I breathe deep, peering down at my blouse. I flick open my buttons to see my breasts rising beneath my white lace bra. My throat has narrowed in the most sensory way, a feeling that will stay until this experience is over. Deliberately, I lift my head to shake down my hair so it tickles my mid-back, waiting for him to take me.
He launches to me with dark eyes and impatiently devours my lips. He stops with an instinctive want, and casts his view down my body.
“You’re sure?” His respiration is extreme and cool on my skin.
“Yes.”
I pull up his shirt as his raging gasps flicker through my hair. I slip my hand up his firm chest and gently scour my fingernails down to his abdomen. He twitches at my touch then impatiently tears his shirt over his head, like it burns his skin. He turns his back and reaches into the cupboard to pull out a red rope, bracing his strong jaw.
“I’m going to bind your hands.” Now his hand is gently leading me toward the bed. He pushes on my shoulders so I sit down.
This is the raciest act I’ve ever been a part of, and I will comply. I’m on the dangerous threshold of falling for this man. I can’t imagine not being with him like this again, pleasing each other, over and over.
“Hold out your arms, and cross them like this.” With the rope in his hand he demonstrates, one wrist over the other.
I do as he asks, so the tips of my fingers brush over his soft pubic hair. He wraps the rope around my wrists in a figure of eight movement, as I watch his concrete focus.
“Is that too tight?” he tenderly asks.
I nod a no, sexually afflicted and unable to reply.
He kneels on the bed and moves to my back. I shudder as the red blindfold comes down over my face and across my eyes. He pulls it over my ears, making sure it’s flat. It’s begun already. His chest and arms brushing against my skin, makes my pores tingle and my body pulse for him. He ties the silk and I can’t see him now. All I see is red.
He leaves the bed and stands before me. I know he’s there, not just by sound, but the powerful static that is bombarding between us.
“Elizabeth,” he says lightly as I bite my cheek. “I’m going to lift you up into my arms and move you, okay?”
His arm threads beneath my knees and he places the other around my waist. I’m now airborne with my head in the crevice of his cool chest. He gently lies me down onto the mattress, and bends over my fluttering belly. He hoists my bound wrists over my head, running his fingers up to my hands, and hooks me to the bed. I have goosebumps all over my skin and my ribs are elevating up and down briskly. I’m not scared, I’m in suspense at what will happen next.
“Elizabeth,” he breathes out my name. “Calm yourself.”
His hand sweeps from my chin, down my breast, and to the top of my lace panties. I sigh heavily as my hips float up of their own accord. He lowers the lace down my legs, while coating me with slight kisses and strokes with the tip of his tongue. The wetness of his mouth stains me and lingers. He grabs my calf and lifts so my left knee bends. I feel a faint scratch at the back of my thigh as he uses his hand to caress my sex, circularly. I wriggle and purr out. I can’t help it. It’s true what he said. This really is something else. As I lie in red, his touch is all over my body.
“You taste so damn sweet,” he hums. “Are you mine, Elizabeth?”
“Ye... yes,” I whimper.
Jeez, I’m trying to hang on here. Let’s keep the dirty talk to a minimum please, Adrien.
He laps and licks my quivering body. I’m so weak and ready for him. I call his name over and over as he continues to tongue and squeeze my thigh like a mad man.
“Elizabeth, you need to stop yelling at me.”
I chomp hard on my cheek. It’s hard to be quiet when he’s turning me inside out with this damning but perfect sex act. Shit, I never thought it would be this difficult.
He places my leg on the bed and my hips drift up. I feel his teeth as he seductively kisses my sex. After each kiss his tongue flicks gently, causing me to convulse irrepressibly as though I’m being hit by a thousand volts.
“God Adrien,” I wail. “I need you.”
He voyages up my skin, drawing down my bra to uncover my nipple. He stimulates my breast tenderly as his flawless bare skin weighs down carefully over me. My pulse drops beat after beat, trying to catch a breath as he nips and sucks my clammy neck wildly. I feel him, how hard he is as he presses against me. Hell, he’s so ready.
“Please unhook me,” I beg him. I need to touch his face. I’m losing my mind here.
“Only if you keep the blindfold on.” He nuzzles my nose as I agree to his demand.
He unhooks me and I wiggle my fingertips urgently, until he sweeps his lips across them. His head goes through my open constraint arms, and I rest them on his strong shoulders.
He goes back to my neck, tasting and kissing me passionately, his erection grinding against me. Now I’m desperate. I position my hips so he moves inside me deep, rotating my waist for easy entry.
“Oh god!”
My whole being ruptures into chaos a
s hot juice flows out from me. He’s giving me everything, and doing it hard. He pounds and pounds into me, as my legs coil further up around his body so he takes me even higher. Holy shit!
“Adrien... I’m falling for you,” I sigh out. He stops moving and breathing. There’s no sense, no sound, or mutual love. “Adrien?” I whisper.
Suddenly, he draws out and away from me, shuffling from my arms and down my limp body. Shit. I told him how I feel, and he doesn’t like it. I’m not going to get emotional here. Please don’t cry. Please, do not cry.
“Adrien!” He’s leaving me. I can hear him running down the damn stairs.
I sit up and use my thumbs to remove the blindfold. How fucking ignorant. I wasn’t asking him to marry me. I thought that what we just did, was some kind of epic memory we’d both share forever. He’s made me feel this way. God, I’m such an idiot.
I shift to the end of the mattress and pull the end of the rope with my teeth to untie myself. I pick my panties up from the floor, then see a drop of blood on the bed sheet. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I bet that’s why he ran off like he did. I’m not due for another two week. What the fuck is happening? This whole thing has gone from perfect to shit in minutes.
On route to the stairs I retrieve my shirt from the floor. I enter his room cautiously, just in-case he’s there. Thankfully he’s not, so I hurry and shut myself in the bathroom.
I don’t get it. No sign of blood. Nothing.
I button up my shirt and look at my reflection, hunched over the sink. It’s no good, I can’t hold them in, and the tears are now falling from my eyes.
What was it I did that was so bad? Not perform in the way he fantasised. Tell him my feelings. Be too damn open with him. He must not have the same idea about this as me. Clearly he wants this to be some amicable easy fuck thing. Cate did warn me. And I just had to push him into seeing that fucking room.
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