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“I’ll be fine. I have something to keep me occupied now. Let me walk you out.”
A good minute passed before Kody sat back down. She didn’t type. She didn’t even touch the mouse.
“J?”
My lips pressed into each other, not sure whether I should answer. Kody waited a few more moments before she headed back to the group search. She added a few more book clubs, and then changed her search to baking. I watched in fascination, wondering how well she cooked? Did she bake often? What sort of things did she like to make?
Kody fidgeted in her chair, standing up, only to sit back down.
“J? Are you there?”
When I stayed silent, shaking began to become evident. I leaned in, and I almost spoke. It was her typing that kept me from speaking.
Bondage.
The page filled up with sites. Kody didn’t care for those. She clicked on the images, covering her mouth with her good hand as she continued to tremble. Whatever she was thinking or going through, she didn’t need me interrupting. A tear raced down her cheek, and she stopped as she lowered to trace the stitches and healing wounds on her broken wrist. Still, the tears fell.
“This is wrong. I need…help. It doesn’t make sense.” She quickly wiped her tears, but the sob escaped anyway. She moved in her chair again, closing her eyes as she went back to tracing over her healing wrists. Her breaths were getting heavier, her skin more flushed. I almost wasn’t sure what I was seeing. I secretly wished, but I wasn’t sure.
“J?”
Her eyes opened, taking in more of the pictures. When her hand lowered to her lap, so did mine. I was so hard watching her move against her chair. She had friction. I didn’t until my hand gripped around my cock through my sweats. Fuck, I was throbbing.
“This can’t be right.” Another whisper. “I don’t…want this.”
More tears but moans too. Kody leaned back, keeping her eyes glued to the screen as her fingers pleasured her below. I hated that I could see. Worse, I hated that I didn’t answer. She should know I was here. This should have been private. It wasn’t. Nothing with me ever was, and she’d find that out the hard way.
“God, please.” Kody reached up, squeezing her breast through the fitted t-shirt she wore. Harder, I squeezed my cock, refusing to go further, but also refusing to ruin this for her. She obviously needed the release on some level. But it was more than that. She needed control over what happened. Turning it into sex gave her the power over the trauma of being shackled. Here, she won, not David, and I wasn’t sure she saw that.
“J?”
My eyes lowered to the unmute button. Over and over, she said my name, and with each call, she branded the animal inside me even more. He was hers, even if all she was doing was making sure I wasn’t here. I was, and deep within, I was twisting her need of me to my need of her. But why? Why her? Was it just her looks? Her energy? Our similar pasts? Was it because I saved her when she was so near to death? Did it have anything to do with the broken way she appeared? I didn’t want to harm women to the degree she was. What I did was safe. Still, the darkness of my life surrounded her, and now that she was sliding deeper into my world, I wanted her impossibly more.
As spasms shook Kody’s body, my eyes locked to her face. On her lips as they separate through the pleasure. I wanted to bring her that. I wanted…
I hit the button on my computer, switching and putting the control back on mine. I zoomed through the keys, typing as fast as my brain could process words. When the special, silk restraints appeared, I clicked, buying them. She’d know I watched. She’d also know I approved. But I wouldn’t get these delivered by someone else. Not today.
I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone, heading for the door. It didn’t take long to ride the elevator down and get in my car. When I got to the shop, they had the package perfectly wrapped up in a small black box. I placed it back in the bag, heading for the address I knew by memory.
One crappy entrance. Zero security. Seven floors.
By the time I got off the elevator, my head shook even more. I was looking for excuses, but did I treat any of my investments with such disregard? Kody was mine. I saved her; I bought her. At least digitally.
I scanned the numbers, stopping four doors down. My pulse jumped and I knocked, waiting. And waiting.
“Who is it?”
“Delivery.” I lifted the box.
“I didn’t order anything.”
I wanted to smile. “Are you Kody Marshall?”
The door cracked open, only held together by a thin chain at the top. I could barely see her eye, more or less her face.
“That’s right.”
“Delivery.” I showed her the box again. “I believe it’s from a person named J?”
