God, I need him to come closer and touch me. "Then why not just come into my room? Why wait out here?"
"I think you also know the answer to that."
He needed me to make the first move. He wanted me to prove that I want him as much as he wants me.
"Why—"
His hand is over my mouth before I can ask my next question. There's something about the way he dominates me that makes my senses go fuzzy.
It's quiet down here, except for the furnace filling the space with a faint whirring sound. He uncovers my mouth and stands, scooping me up with him and throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
"Kass, what the?—"
"Quiet. You'll wake Clover." I'm not sure if it's his command or the smack on the ass that shuts me up, but either way, I obey. That doesn't mean I'll go easily, though. I fight him every step of the way, trying to wriggle my way out of his grip, but he holds tight.
Once we've entered the guest room, he closes the door. The sound of the furnace is barely audible now, leaving this room eerily quiet, save for my panting. He throws me down on the bed with a grunt, and I immediately try to stand. He holds me down with his hands on my shoulders and pins me to the bed.
"Stay."
Now this is more like it.
Him dragging the wooden desk chair to the bed has me sitting up and giving him a questioning look. What the fuck is he planning to do with a chair?
"Sit." He beckons to the chair.
I sit in the chair as he starts digging through the closet. He returns with a handful of rope. Does he just keep stashes of this shit lying around the house for instances like this?
He ties my ankles to the chair first, kissing up my legs, his lips warm on my bare skin. He's gentle with me. Almost too gentle. It has me questioning his motives. Next, he guides my arms to my sides and ties my wrists to the base of the chair. My hair falls off my shoulder as I tilt my head away, giving him access to my neck. He leans in and nips at the base of it, making a whimper escape my lips.
He pauses, and a little growl comes from the back of his throat before he pulls away.
"Kass, I'm not going to beg you if that's what you want."
Once he’s done tying me, he sits on the edge of the bed and slides the chair across the floor, so I'm sitting right in front of him. There's an ache between my thighs that is begging to be eased with pressure. I spread my legs, telling him what I want, but he doesn't move. He bites his bottom lip, hard. Then, to my surprise, he reaches forward and presses my legs closed.
The fuck? My eyebrow quirks up. "Kass...?"
He maintains his hold on my legs. I know because I test it, trying to open them again.
"Blake."
I pull on the bindings, testing their strength. "For fuck's sake, touch me."
"I am touching you." He gives my knees, which he's holding shut, a little squeeze for emphasis. Then he bites his lips together, trying to hold back a laugh. As he stares into my eyes, I hope he can tell I want to kill him right now.
He turns down my boiling rage to a simmer by rubbing both hands up and down my thighs until I relax into the chair.
"I'll keep touching you, but you need to earn it."
If looks could kill, he'd be six feet in the ground right now. "The fuck did you just say to me?"
"Let me rephrase that. I'm going to keep touching you, but I also want to talk. As long as you talk to me and answer my questions honestly, I'll give you what you want." His hands slide higher than they have so far and rest in the crease between my thighs and my hips.
"You want to talk? Right now?"
"Mhm." He gives me a light squeeze with both hands, making my hips twitch.
"And you tied me to a chair for this because...?"
