Dark Demands 01: Taken for His Captive (12 page)

Gina’s heart leapt and her nerve endings tingled throughout her body.  She could barely wait to feel his lips on her mouth again and his hands on her body and allowed him to lead he
r into the office
without protest.

“My entire British operation will be run from this building,” he told her once inside and he’d closed
and locked
the door behind them.  “So naturally it is imperative that the people
who work
here are utterly trustw
orthy,
”
he added closing the blinds on the glass panelled wall tightly.  Then h
e
took her in his arms again and
held her close look
ing
down into her large blue eyes
with his unfathomable ones
.  “If I employ you, can you assure me that you can comply with that, Gina?”

Gina nodded but saw those shrewd,
dark eyes flicker and narrow for a moment as
t
he
y
continued to look deep into hers.  Then
suddenly
he took her in his arms and his mouth clamped down on her lips possessing them hard as his tongue
darted in and out of her
mouth
as he lashed it against his own
. 

So the business talk was over and Gina’s body melted into his as she eagerly kissed him back through little gasps of pleasure as she felt his hands wander over the front of her silk wrap as
,
once again,
he began to explore the shape of her body.  This is what she wanted from him, this was what coming back here with him was all about so why pretend otherwise, she told herself.

Gina felt her nipples
tighten and
tingle their awakening as his deft fingers
freed her breasts.
  He covered them with his hands
, kneading and massaging
then
dipping his head he sprinkled her soft flesh in kisses. Gina gasped and moaned in his arms as his mouth worked its sensuous way over her breasts and swelling nipples.  Stopping only to momentarily suck and flick delicately with his tongue.  This was almost too much, she clutched around his neck burying her fingers in his thick, dark hair and whimpering her satisfaction. 

The heat between them was electric, hot and fiery as it pulsed through Gina in a shock of passionate need as his hands ran the length of her body.  Was he going to take her here and now, against the old oak desk, her father’s desk? 

Perhaps but not yet, she realised.

“I’m going to tie your wrists,” was what he said next and he dangled a silky rope in front of her wide eyes.  Was it that silky rope, the one from his bed?

“Give me your hands, Gina,” he instructed softly.

She groaned, this was it, this wasn’t just gripping her hands in his own.  He wanted her helpless and then what?  She hardly dared think.  More heat, more excitement churned through her urging her on, urging her to try this and to be compliant.  What had happened to her?  What power was it that made her so eager to do as he demanded?

Gina held out her hands for him and watched those dark eyebrows rise and his lips curl into a satisfied smile.  He’d got her firmly in his power at last and he’d make sure he used it well.

Matthew placed her hands behind her back and wrapped the rope around them slowly and thoroughly before securing the binding with several knots.  Now he took hold of her skirt and eased it up her thighs.  His hands burned over her skin she couldn’t stop him, she didn’t want to stop him.  She leaned her backside against the table and spread her legs for him then closed her eyes and whimpered again as his fingers trailed over her stocking tops and flimsy panties.

He slaked at her breasts in that familiar way with his tongue and took both her nipples in his teeth in turn biting gently and making her moan and pull against him.  This was delicious torture and only enhanced her growing desperate need for him.  He kissed her hard on the mouth again while continuing to roll and twist her sensitive peaks between finger and thumb, pulling and pinching.  Gina gasped and winced again as he continued work these sensitive nubs until she was squirming and wriggling with the glorious pain.

“You like my sort of pain, Gina,” he nuzzled seductively in her ear before dipping his head and soothing her tortured nipples this time with soft, gentle strokes of his tongue?  “It’s a special sort of pain, don’t you think?  A pain you feel deep in here,” he tantalised feathering her lips with his own and sliding his hand between her open legs and covering the heat of her.

Gina’s felt his tongue return to her breast and moaned unable to speak and even if she could, what was she supposed to say?  He was right, she knew it and he knew it.  This man seemed to know her body’s every reaction to his touch.

He tugged at the flimsy lace panties until they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them then he lifted her gently so she was sat on the edge of the desk.

“Lie back,” he ordered taking a cushion from a chair for her head.

Gina couldn’t stop him and felt her face burn with embarrassment as he raised her knees and then parted them wide.  Her most private place was utterly exposed to him, vulnerable but still burning hot with raging need.

He lowered his head and she felt him tasting her, licking her with his tongue as it probed between the folds of her sex.  He licked between the cleft of her folds long and slow before settling on her clitoris and dancing around its tip as he flicked and stroked at the sensitive bud.  Gina rolled on her back and shrieked with delight she was sinking, loosing herself in a
p
aroxysm of pleasure
she’d never known existed.

She gasped and moaned as his tongue worked a tortuously slow dance the length of this engorged, fiery bud.  She couldn’t help it, she was his, she was on fire with need and restrained or not, it wouldn’t have made one iota of difference to the way she felt.  She wanted him to take her, anyway he chose.  She wanted him inside her, to be claimed and made his for ever.   But his fingers only feathered against her entrance and his tongue had slowed against her clitoris.  Then he bit down, gently at first sending her into a wild, needy frenzy.  But then he did it again and this time a little too hard for comfort.

“Don’t squeal my sweet,” he whispered leaning across her body and kissing her cheek soothingly.  She could feel his erection large and stiff against her belly and she wanted him.  But tilting up her chin with his hand so he could look directly into her wary blue eyes; he shook his handsome head and raised a dark eyebrow.  She wasn’t going to get the satisfaction she craved, not yet.  He knew she’d crossed him, he hadn’t expected that and she had to be taught a lesson. 

He kissed her eager, lovely mouth and moving his hand he continued to rub her clitoris in his own delicious way and thought it such a great pity that this time he was going to have to disappoint her so terribly.

Gina knew she was close to orgasm, so close, hovering on the brink and had already given herself up the delight that would surely follow.  So what if she had her first orgasm with him like this, what did it matter?  At this moment she was utterly in his power and helpless to resist the oncoming wave that would surely engulf her any second.

But suddenly, in the space of a moment, all that changed as he stopped his intense erotic m
assage and
deliberately slapped across her sensitised little bud sharply with the flat of his hand instead. 

Gina screamed, “stop it Matthew, stop it now,” she shrieked at him shaking with the shock at what he’d done
and not understanding why
.  But even as she cried she was very aware of her body’s true reaction.   She knew it was infused with the most sensuous, exquisite pain and that it was just the sweetest hurt that caressed her sex.  And from the way he was looking at her, she knew that so did he. But how did he know?  And why did he want to do these things to her anyway?  What was wrong with plain old simple sex, she asked herself?

“I knew you’d like it,” he whispered ignoring her protests.  “But don’t worry that I’m depriving you for now, I will do it again,” he promised his eyes blazing with surety.

Her body was out of control, shaking and burning with need to be satisfied by this man.  But he’d finished and he stood over her well aware of how she was feeling.  The hand that moments before had been thrust between her thighs now grasped her long blonde hair as he pulled her head up to meet his mouth and he plundered her full, pink lips.

“Please stop this,” she whimpered as he finally released her.

Gina’s legs felt wobbly
and she couldn’t take much more.  Despite the
quiver
ing
needy ache
she wanted this to be over.  He was too unpredictable; too volatile and she’d no idea what he’d do to her next.
 

But
suddenly
he
did as she’d asked and he let her go.  He let her hair drop from his grip
and
released her hands then without a backward glance he moved to the end of the table and b
egan to tap on
a laptop
keyboard
.

“Put your clothing straight,” he ordered softly
looking her semi naked body up and down and
seeing the confusion on her face
.  He knew
full well that
cutting short
this little interlude would have disappointed her every bit as much as it had disappointed him.

Confused, Gina dipped down and pulled her panties back in place and fixed her skirt. But s
uddenly
her attention was captured by
the lar
ge white screen on the office
wall
as it
sprung to life and Gina’s eyes widened with surprise as she realised that she was the main feature. 

Her shape in the figure hugging, scarlet gown filled the wall and she watched, with growing horror, as the film showed her first entering
Matthew
’s penthouse last night and then moving through the rooms. 

First the bedroom and her rummage over his untidy dressing table, then
finding the cuffs.  Her eyes shot to his face looking for some sort of explanation but he just stared back, unsmiling, enigmatic as ever and giving nothing away. 
But finally, the major scene played out, it caught her kneeling on the floor, her beautiful silk gown pulled up out of the way around her knees while she photographed the plans of his new development with the camera on her mobile ‘phone.

Gina was stunned.  It hadn’t e
ven occurred to her that Matthew might
have his penthouse under observation.  But now, as the awful realisation hit her, it seemed so obvious and she realised just what a fool she’d been. 
Dark
was careful, he had to be because he had rivals, and the sensitive documents and equipment he worked with was a valuable commodity and there were plenty of other firms who’d pay well t
o get their hands on it.  Why oh
why hadn’t she worked all this out before?

“I can see the truth mirrored in your face. Gina,” he said folding his arms
and perching on the other side of the oak desk
watching her reactions closely. 

She was guilty, he could see that and it pained him.  He
very much wanted to
like
this young woman.  He wanted to spend time with her and explore the fierce sexual attraction they felt for each other.   I
n fact since he’d first met her he’d thought of nothing else but her lovely face and tempting body.  He’d wanted an affair with her not to discover that she’d betrayed him, either to
Carlotti
or someone else, either way was just as
bitterly disappointing
.  

“You’ve been found out, so
there’s no use
denying it,” he told her, his face set in a grim frown and
now
completely devoid of the passion he’d shown
her earlier
.  “You might as well come clean, so just tell me who it is you’re working for and what you’ve done with
the information you took from me
.”