From Seduction to Submission (4 page)

“W…Why?”

Looking up, he replied, “Because I want to admire your beauty for a moment. Those jeans fit you perfectly and you have beautiful legs.” He rose and took a few steps towards her. She found herself trembling, but it was not with fear. He came up beside her, and she could feel his warm breath on her ear. “You are aroused, Natalie. Aren’t you?” She didn’t look at him as she wondered if it was that obvious.

“N—
” He cut her off.

“Natalie,
I want you to be honest with me.”

She paused, thinking about how she should respond.
“Yes… I am aroused,” she shot back in a soft, resigned voice. “I was intrigued by some of your things in the bedroom.”

He was moving slowly around behind her. She could pick up his faint natural smell and sense his closeness. She did not move. Closing her eyes
, she longed for his touch. Despite her promise to herself that he would not be getting into her panties, she knew she needed something in there. It had been some time since she had been with a man, and she had never been with one like Mr. James. His voice was soft, slightly husky.

“Natalie, go back and fetch the mask for me. Bring it back here.” He stepped back to the table and sat down again. Natalie did not reply to him
, but he watched as she turned and tentatively walked back towards the bedroom.

Picking up the mask, her excitement increased as she felt the soft leather once again and wondered where this was going and how far she would allow it to go. The real question, she knew was: How much control would she have?

Returning to the living room, she stopped in the same spot she had been in before, holding the mask in both hands as she fingered the soft leather and looked at Mr. James.

“Put it on
, and pull the straps up snugly enough to hold it on your face. I then want you to stand with your legs slightly spread, and clasp your hands behind your back.”

She looked at him, her eyes open wide
, trying to decide whether to obey him. She did not reply but instead slowly lifted the mask, putting it over her eyes. After pulling the elastic straps over her head, she pulled them until it was snug. She had just cut off her own sight, and her trembling continued as she parted her legs and put her hands behind her back. She clasped her hands tightly as she waited there in silence, hoping her arousal was not as obvious as she already knew it was.

Natalie’s mind was spinning wildly. Acutely aware that with her hands behind her back, her breasts were pushed out proudly and she was sure that her painfully erect nipples would be obvious to any observant person. She knew that Mr. James was nothing if not observant. She also knew that there was nothing binding her in her current position. She was free to move at any
time she wanted– or was she? She had heard that when one lost a sense, such as sight, the other senses made up for the loss by becoming more sensitive.

She was listening
– trying to hear if Mr. James was moving around. She was glad that she had been sensible with her choice of clothing tonight as even though he would see her nipples, she reasoned he would have no idea of what was happening inside her jeans. She could feel the moisture and could not remember feeling so aroused in her life. She yearned for his touch, but she had no idea of where he was or what his intentions were. How would she react if he touched her down there? Would she try to stop him; try to resist?

He sat for a number of minutes, observing her. Her head would turn slightly or tilt a little as her ears strained to pick up every noise in the apartment, real or imagined. Eventually
, her movements all but ceased. She could not hear anything and nothing had happened to her in… how long? He then took a short leather strap and snapped it against his table. Natalie startled, and he heard an audible gasp as she straightened up, all her senses on high alert- her arousal back up to fever pitch. Then there was silence again.

Gradually she relaxed once again as she waited for his next move. She was beginning to get annoyed. Just as she was falling under his spell he would invariably do something, or in this case not do something, that would raise her ire. She was tempted to remove the blindfold and ask him what the hell he was doing. Just as she pondered that thought
, an arm slipped through between her arms and her back, and a hand came around and grasped her at the top of her chest, just below her neck. She startled, a gasp leaving her mouth, followed by an “Ohhh.” How had he approached her so silently? Why did she not sense his presence? He was standing behind her, his arm locking hers in place, and as he pulled her body back just a little to put her slightly off balance, she felt his hot breath in her ear.

“You looked bored, Natalie. Now, what shall we do?”

His hand could also feel the beat of her heart; the rapid beat signifying a fight or flight response. His hand slowly moved down between the cleft of her breasts, moving firmly across her torso just beneath them, being very careful not to touch them. She struggled a little; not wanting him to do anything she had not invited, at the same time disappointed that he was not taking liberties. Her movement was actually a semi-conscious effort to encourage his hand to at least brush her, although she was still unsure what she would do if her actions yielded results.

After ensuring she had regained her balance, he released her. She stood there gasping a little as she calmed herself down. When he saw she had control over herself, he picked up an ice cube, sliding it across her red lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth but the ice did not go inside. He rubbed it across her bottom lip before repeating the process on the top one. The melting ice dripped down her chin
, and her tongue came out to try and catch the drips while Mr. James skillfully avoided her tongue, watching it chase around behind the ice. He moved the ice, now brushing her throat. She gasped as it was dragged softly across her skin; a drop running down her chest through the cleft of her breasts.

He followed the ice with an hors d’oeuvre, a small piece of ham and cheese on a saltine cracker. As she felt it on her lips
, she opened her mouth expecting him to push it all the way in, but he held it half way until she was forced to bite it in half. As she chewed, he ran his finger down her neck, the fingernail lightly scratching her skin and leaving a faint red line. He then held her wine glass up to her mouth, tilting it just enough to give her a sip of wine.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Again there was no touch, but she felt his warm breath in her ear as he replied in a husky whisper, “Pleasure.”

This continued for a period; she had no idea how long
, as she experienced a range of tastes; some savory, others sweet; some spicy, others bland; some cold, others hot. When he was finished with the food, there was a break where nothing was done and not a word was spoken. But then without warning, the arm slipped back over hers once again, and she was trapped in his embrace. She listened as his deep, steady breathing and his warm breath indicated how close his mouth was to her. She longed to feel his lips on her skin; tilting her head back slightly and exposing her neck. She prayed that he would take the hint, but fully expected him to ignore it.

He had gently eased one of his knees through her parted legs, preventing her from closing them. She was stumbling a little trying to regain her balance while he was maintaining his hold and keeping her slightly off.
As he was holding her, his crotch was pushing against her butt, and she was sure she could feel his powerful erection through the layers of clothing that were separating them. As she felt him pressing against her, she was pleased to know she was not the only one getting hot as this game played out. With his free hand he then grasped her pony tail and pulled her head back, tilting it to one side. His hot breath tickled her ear once again as he whispered, “Ooooh yes. It’s a little bit scary isn’t it, Natalie?”

She responded, also in a whisper tinged with uncertainty, “Yes. Yes it is.” He released her pony tail and his hand returned to her firm stomach, brushing one of her breasts ever so slightly in the process. It then drifted lower
, and she could feel it moving around the waistband of her tight jeans.
Oh my God– if he thrusts his hand down there and feels how wet I am, I will die,
she thought. At the same time she was asking herself why he wouldn’t move his damned hand down there. To her utter dismay, it circled all around but did not even brush her crotch. Again, she was actually thrusting herself out slightly to try and give him a hint, and again he steadfastly refused to take it. As she struggled harder, his grip remained firm.

“Yes, Natalie. Keep it up. I like it when you struggle,” he said quietly in her ear. “Do you want me to stop, Natalie? Do you want me to release you?” She did not answer him because she had no idea what to say. She could not tell him what she really wanted beca
use she did not know it herself. As if he could read her mind he said, “You don’t know what you want, Natalie. Do you?”

She just grunted in reply as her struggles continued. She was on the verge of tears as her arousal and frustration combined
, but she was determined not to tell him what she wanted. Was it a want or a need? She couldn’t tell. She was going weak at the knees and he was actually supporting her, but he began pulling back and she was forced to take more of her own weight and regain her balance. He then slid his arm out, and he was gone. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. She was praying that he would whisk her off her feet and take her into his bedroom. In her current state of arousal, she would have been happy for him to push her to the floor and take her right there. What was he doing, she wondered?

“You can remove the blindfold now
, Natalie.” This instruction took her by surprise.

“Wha… Why?”

“Because we are finished with your introduction.”

She felt shattered
, but struggled not to show it although inside, she knew that he knew. The bastard! Removing the mask, she slowly opened her eyes, noting the room was much more dimly lit than when she had started. He smiled at her. “Come back over and join me, Natalie. Finish your drink.”

She could feel the anger welling up inside her as the sheer frustration of her predicament began to overwhelm her. She looked at him, the anger plain to see in both her face and her body language. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Au Contraire Mademoiselle, you did very well,” he said with a slightly smug smile on his face. “Very well indeed.” She sat, puzzled. Well, what the hell has gone wrong here, she wondered. As she finished the last of her wine he added, “I am very sorry, but I will need to beg off now as I have a very busy day tomorrow.” He picked up the mask from the table and brought it up to his nose where he drew a deep breath. “Mmmmm. Exquisite. I would be much obliged if you would do me the honor of coming back here again. I am free in two days. Please be here at 6pm.”

Again the anger welled up
, and Natalie replied, “What if I am not available in two days at 6pm?” She almost spat the last words out.

“Hmmm. I have to say that would be most disappointing for me
, but alas if you are not available, you are not available. Why don’t you let me know when you have decided?”

That bastard
was calling her bluff. Does he care or doesn’t he? He knows that she will be here, and she’d just allowed herself to be drawn into yet another one of his mind games. She was not watching him as her mind tried to process this most recent step in their game of cat and mouse.

“Natalie, it is also not becoming of you when you pout.” She looked back at him and again he was smiling. He rose from his chair and extended his hand. She took it and he bowed to kiss it in what was becoming a custom. “Until next time, mon cherie.”

“You hope,” she said curtly.

“Oh, me thinks we both hope,” he replied in his Australian drawl that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

On her way home, Natalie could think of nothing else. He is such a bag of contradictions. He is handsome, intelligent and witty at times, but at the same time he is slightly distant and somewhat aloof. He can be obsessive and controlling, but at the same time he makes it clear that what she did was totally up to her. He took great care not to put a hand out of place, even when she thrust herself at him, praying that he would. She could feel his raging hard on, then just when she was ready to attack him and rip his clothes off, he dismissed her. Aaarrrgghhh!

She arrived home, and wasted no time in removing her boots and peeling off her jeans. She had already checked her panties in her car before she drove home and knew they were soaking wet. It had taken her all of her willpower to resist the urge to finish what he had started upstairs
, but she decided it would be much more satisfying to wait until she was in the comfort and security of her own bedroom where there would be no distractions. She also knew that if she didn’t do something to relieve the pressure, she would explode.

Removing her panties and bra, she stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes before bringing her hands up to her breasts and gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. They immediately sprang to attention. Imagining it was Mr. James, she increased the pressure gradually. A few moments later
, she reached over and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside table.