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“I’m curious.” I play along, feeling myself slip into the temptation of him.
He comes back to me. “You are, especially when I bring you here. I have this fantasy of taking complete control over you. You tied to this tree.” He leans in close to my ear. “You tied to this tree while I fuck you and take more than just your body. Would that scare you, Ava?”
I turn my face into his, brushing my cheek against the scruff of his jaw.
Holding his gaze, I stare deep into those dark eyes of his, and what I see is something I want.
I admitted it. I want it. I want him.
I’ll accept the truth of my insanity for feeling for him. There are worse things in my life that I’ve had to accept. This is something I’ll choose.
“No,” I answer, and a sinful smile slides up the corners of his mouth.
“Will you allow me to truly do whatever I want to you?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I want to.”
It’s then that the predatory look returns to his eyes. Watching a man like him lust after me makes my damn mouth water and desire pool deep between my thighs.
“Will it hurt?”
“I’d never hurt you,” he answers, and I believe him.
I think back to that night again when I begged him to spare Dad’s life. I hoped he wouldn’t hurt me. He hasn’t.
He pushes the straps of my slip down my shoulders. It’s loosely fitted, so that’s all it takes for it to fall off me, slithering down the length of my body until it gathers at my feet, leaving me in just the thong.
“Your safe word is Red. You can use that now.”
I bite back a smile remembering last week when I said it.
“Okay.”
“Say it… and I stop.” He tugs on the edge of my panties and crouches down to take them off.
He does so slowly, his fingers brushing over my skin, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. He gazes up at me when I step out of the thong and plants a kiss to the smooth skin of my mound.
Rising, he takes my hand and leads me over to the trees. The cool air glides over my back, and I sense that there must be somewhere nearby where there’s a more open space, like another door.
The coolness on my skin is perfect in contrast to the heat from him.
He reaches for the first piece of rope and takes my right arm. A closer look at the tree shows some little loopholes drilled into the trunk so the rope can go through easily and stay at that height. That’s exactly what happens as he ties the rope around my wrists and secures it. It’s when he does my other arm that I feel panic rise in my lungs.
This is different to what we do normally, and nothing in comparison to anything I’ve ever done. I don’t even know why I’m thinking about what I’ve done.
I’ve had three boyfriends, none serious, and that was my fault. I didn’t want serious, so I picked guys who would never be serious about a relationship.
There was the banker who was always away travelling from one country to the next, the travel writer who wanted to move to Australia, and then the lawyer who was perhaps the closest I got to serious, but he cared more about his career than me.
I felt nothing when we broke up. I felt nothing when we were together.
I felt nothing with any of them.
With Vincent, I’ve felt everything, and I’m about to feel more.
