Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) (7 page)

There was no rack of shackles screwed deep
into the walls this time. Sarah figured it wasn’t needed in this
reinforced cage. Instead there was only a single manacle about
ankle height attached to the far wall. The thin chain it was
attached to looked long enough to reach the center of the room.

Grant had already peeled off his jeans, and
T-shirt and laid them in a discarded pile at his feet. He stood in
his blue plaid boxers—she was sure that they were loose when he had
slid them on this morning, but they were getting tighter by the
second—and Grant slipped his right foot through the manacle. It
barely made it through.

Sarah spun around as the door swiveled shut
on its own. Even though she knew it was coming, she flinched a
little when the sound of the bolt sliding home echoed around the
steel walls.

She swallowed down hard as he turned his gaze
back toward her. The green was quickly overtaking the brown.

“It’ll be all right,” she said. It would have
to be. She felt a little guilty for her sudden nerves. She was the
one who wanted this after all. She had schemed and pushed him to
get here. And now that she had what she wanted, she had to admit
she was more than a little nervous.

Sarah turned her back to him, went over to
the table and ran her fingers over the folds of the blankets. It
didn’t feel much safer on this side of the room, but there was
nowhere else to go. There was nothing else to look at—not even a
clock on the wall for God’s sake—and she needed something else to
focus on while she fought to regain her composure.

She almost had her heart rate under control
again when she felt the change come over the room. The air felt
thicker, heavier on her skin. She didn’t need to turn around to
know what had happened. She’d felt the same thing last night.

Her breath hitched, and her hand stilled on
the table. Excitement and fear warred inside her, and she wasn’t
sure which would win. But either way she couldn’t stay like this,
back turned, staring at a blank wall, all night.

In for a penny…

Slowly, Sarah turned around. The change was
complete. His arms were folded over his massive chest. Both his
back and his unchained heel were propped against the wall behind
him. His posture could have been mistaken for casual if not for the
hungry stare that he fixed squarely on her.

Sarah shuffled back a step and stumbled as
her hip hit the table. She managed to reach behind her and grab
onto the lip before she toppled over.

“I thought that you wanted to be here.” His
voice sent shivers through her.

“I…I did.” Sarah cleared her throat. “I
do.”

“It’s a little late for second thoughts.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Do you plan on spending the whole night
cowering in the corner?”

Sarah glanced over at the locked door. It
would stay that way for another nine hours. Last night she hadn’t
lasted an hour before she gave into the desire he stirred in her.
How in the world did she think she would be able to last ten times
that? And was she even sure that she wanted to?

“I’m leaving all my options open right
now.”

He laughed at her, a low, rumbling sound that
set her pulse racing. She knew he was mocking her, but she couldn’t
help the little thrill of excitement that raced through her veins.
God help her, she liked it. Not enough to push past her fear and
throw herself into his arms, but liked it all the same.

“Then why did you bother coming to me
tonight, Sarah?” he asked.

“To tell you the truth, I’m not a hundred
percent sure anymore. I thought I knew, but now…”

“So you only came to torment me further,
then?”

“Further?” Sarah sat on the folding chair at
her side. She even crossed her legs, hoping it would give her the
appearance of being a little more at ease. His chain could only
reach to the middle of the room after all, she reminded herself.
There was a little reassurance in that…a very little. “I don’t
remember you suffering much last night.”

All humor left his face. He pushed away from
the wall. Reflexively Sarah kicked her legs out, trying to move
away. Her chair skittered backwards an inch before catching on the
carpet. She threw out her arms to right herself.

“Did you think that all I wanted from you is
one fumbling blowjob while I was chained to a wall? That I’d be
content just to come in your mouth while I couldn’t even touch you?
While I couldn’t make you satisfy me in all the ways that I really
wanted? Is that what you thought?”

Sarah shook her head. She realized now that
she didn’t have a clue what she had been thinking. Last night, with
him chained tight at all four points, Sarah had been able to delude
herself into believing that she had some amount of control. Looking
at him now, feeling the unnatural power that was pouring out of
him, she knew it had been nothing but an illusion. It didn’t matter
that he couldn’t reach her with his hands; he was completely in
control.

“You’re a smart little thing, aren’t you? You
knew I’m not someone you toy with. But you went ahead and did it
anyway, didn’t you? All the while knowing that there would be
consequences. That soon it would be my turn to play with you.
That’s why you really came here. So get that little ass over here
right now and get what’s coming to you.”

Sarah shook her head even harder. Her mouth
opened but no sound came out. Her throat was dry, her breath coming
in short gasps.

“No?” His voice was fierce, but held a hint
of satisfaction. He had hoped that she would act this way, that the
combination of fear and nerves would make her defy him. Deep down,
she realized that she wanted it too. They were both playing parts
in this little game. Her disobedience left him only one option—to
come after her. But, how?

He leaned down and picked up one of Grant’s
cowboy boots. His palm caressed the hard sole. He looked up
pointedly at the fluorescent fixture on the ceiling. His arm
reached back. He threw the boot with pinpoint precision. There was
a loud pop, and the room was plunged into total darkness. She only
heard the glass rain down onto the floor.

Sarah stood. The chair collapsed beneath her.
She stumbled backwards, wanting to put as much distance between her
and the creature as possible. She pressed her back flush against
the bricks. The hard points of the mortar stung, but she refused to
pull away. She didn’t dare. He couldn’t possibly reach her, but now
that the comfort of being able to confirm that with her own eyes
had been taken away, she wasn’t willing to risk even an extra
inch.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was
her ragged, panicked breath. Then there was a low groan. Sarah
sucked one last gulp of air and held it. Her lungs began to burn as
she waited for the sound to repeat, but as she slowly let the air
hiss out, it came again. This time there was no mistaking the
sound—the creak of metal pushed past its limit.

No. No, no, no, no.
It seemed no one
was listening to her silent plea. The groan came again, louder this
time. Then again and again, until, after a few minutes, there was a
sharp crack.

Sarah clenched her eyes shut—she wasn’t sure
why, there was no difference between open and closed—and waited.
Nothing happened. She strained to hear any sound of him coming for
her—a hollow growl, a heavy footfall, the leaden chime of the chain
moving behind him—but nothing came. Only the dull, percussive thud
of her heart hammering in her chest helped her keep track of the
minutes that passed.

How long would he draw this out? Goosebumps
covered her arms. She was trembling so badly that the bricks were
beginning to cut into her back. A part of her wished that he would
just do what ever he had planed and then be done with it. Surely,
this anticipation was worse torture.

It wasn’t until she felt a warm rush of
breath over the exposed skin of her neck that she realized that he
was next to her. She jumped and started to bolt. Fingers like iron
wrapped around her arm before she could take two steps. He wrenched
her back. Sarah crashed against the hard wall of his chest. His
arms wrapped tighter around her, holding her against him.

“Please,” she said, her voice thin.

“Please what?” His voice rumbled through his
chest, so she felt it as well as heard it.

Sarah didn’t know. Let her go so that she
could hide in another corner? Push her down to her knees so that
she could suck him off the way she had before? He’d already told
her he wasn’t going to let her off that easy.

He laughed at her silence. She was strangely
grateful for the darkness surrounding them, so he couldn’t see the
shame burning her cheeks.

He leaned his face in close. His voice was a
raspy whisper against her ear. “You bet Grant that I was no
monster. Do you still believe that?”

She nodded, even though it was more a hope
now. Her left cheek brushed against his bare skin. She felt the
power radiating out of him. There was no doubting his strength. He
could snap her in half if her wanted too…or her could hold her down
and
give her what she had coming
. Sarah’s pussy clenched at
the thought of the latter.

“You had better pray that you were right,” he
said.

He flipped her around in his arms so that the
curve of her ass was nestled against his hip. She struggled out of
instinct, but he simply tightened his grip on her, squelching her
defiance before it had even truly started. His arms wrapped like
bands around her chest and lower abdomen, giving his hands easy
access to the most sensitive parts of her.

Desire began to build inside of her as her
thoughts ran wild. Her nipples tightened painfully at the idea of
his hands clasping her breasts. Would he treat them brutally or
tease them until she lost her resolve and begged for more? Would he
pinch her clit or stroke it? And her ass…oh God, what would he do
with that?

But he didn’t make a move for any of those
parts of her, not yet. He just pressed her against him and let her
soak in the depth of his control over her.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. A part
of her rebelled against his show of dominance and started to squirm
against him. His brutal hold didn’t allow for more than a fraction
of an inch of movement, just enough to feel the mesmerizing promise
of his skin sliding against hers. After a minute of this she was no
longer sure if she was struggling to inch closer to his cock or
away from it. She only wished that he would do something.
Anything.

He laughed. The low sound sent her pulse
racing. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll get what you’re after, but only
when I’m ready to give it to you. Not a second before.”

His grasp on her loosened, but the reprieve
was short. A moment later, she was being pushed forward and down.
Sarah bent at the waist and her arms flew out to break her fall,
but instead of landing hard on the concrete floor, as she feared,
her torso fell across the plane of the card table. She tried to
stand, but his hand cupped the back of her neck, as unforgiving as
any metal collar, and held her down. Sarah pushed as hard as she
could with her arms but it was no use. The creature was just too
strong.

“Go ahead and wriggle all you like now,” he
said. “Only I’d be careful not to thrash too hard. There’s a nasty
pile of broken glass in the middle of the room, and you wouldn’t
want to accidentally throw yourself into that. Would you?”

Sarah stilled instantly. She was bent over
with her ass high in the air, totally at his mercy.

“I did say you were a smart girl,” he said.
“Now let’s see if you’re a good one.”

He spread his free hand out on the small of
her back. Sarah could feel the warmth of his skin penetrating
through the thin cotton of her shirt. He slid his fingers down
until they gripped the waist of her skirt. In a single, violent
motion, he yanked it down. The torn fabric slid down her calves and
tangled around her feet.

He hissed in a loud breath as his wide palm
glided over her backside. “Lace panties. I always liked those
best—so fragile, so delicate. Are you wet underneath them?”

Sarah shivered under his touch. She struggled
to draw breath, waiting for what came next.

He followed the curve of her ass down to the
junction of her legs. Her pussy ached for his touch. She imagined
just one of those long fingers pushing inside her. A little
pleading sound escaped her lips.

“You are a good girl, aren’t you? You didn’t
waste any time getting nice and wet for me.”

His fingertips moved in slow, deliberate
circles over the wet spot in her panties. The friction of his touch
was too light to be anything but teasing. Sarah rotated her hips
up, pressing her mound into him. His hand pulled away. She bit down
hard on her lip to keep from crying out at the loss.

“Tell me, which excites you more—the fear or
the helplessness?”

Sarah sucked in a breath and held it. She was
afraid to speak, afraid of the answer.

“Tell me.” The grip around her neck
tightened.

“I don’t know,” she said in a rush.

“Then take your time. Figure it out.”

A single finger stole beneath the seam of her
lace panties. He stroked it down the length of her labia, just
once. Sarah hissed in a long breath. Her body burned for him. She
wanted more. She needed it. But the creature inside Grant seemed
content to only dole out merest taste of what she wanted, leaving
her hungrier than she was before.

Sarah had never felt this aware of her body
before. In this total darkness, she had no hint of what was coming,
of what his next move would be. Every muscle in her body was tense,
every nerve standing attention, awaiting his next move.

His hand came down hard on her ass. His
fingers dug into her flesh, testing her. Searing bolts of sensation
raced through her, not quite pain, but close. Sarah cried out all
the same.