Snare (Delirious book 1) (38 page)

“Good.” I let go of her, grab a new rope, and tie it around her legs, hoisting her up. Tied and suspended in the air by her waist and legs, I admire the view it gives me. Her pussy is on display, and the butt plug with diamond design looks amazing on her. Zipping down my pants, I take out my cock and stroke it close to her entrance until it’s engorged.

With hungry eyes, she watches me—licking her lips, anticipating me. So I slap my cock against her pussy. Her squeal is laced with arousal.

“Yes …”

“What’s that?” I taunt.

“Yes … please …”

I rub my now rigid cock against her pussy, teasing her clit so much she squeezes her toes together.

“I want it.”

“You want what?”

“I want you …”

“No, you want my cock. Say it.”

“I want your cock, Mister Brand.”

“Beg me.”

“Please … give me your cock, Mister Brand.”

With a smirk, I pull out the plug that’s in her ass, making her scream as I throw it aside. “Good.” And then I plunge into her pussy. Her wetness coats my cock easily as I thrust in and out. Her moans come out in short gasps as I fuck her, hard. I don’t go easy; I don’t go slowly. Her pussy is like a velvet glove, fitting my cock perfectly, so slick, so tight. I love the look on her face—a combination of pain, lust, and bursting need.

I lean forward and grip her tit, squeezing her soft flesh as I ram into her. It feels good to take her like this, while she’s bound to the ceiling, incapable of even touching me, let alone escape. Her pussy clenches around my cock, practically milking it, and I’m ready to go again.

“
My
pussy doesn’t deserve to be fucked, so consider this a birthday present,” I growl.

“Oh, yes!”

“Hold it,” I growl as she moans out loud. I place my finger on her clit and start playing with her, pushing her to her limits and beyond.

“Please … I can’t.”

“What do we say?”

“Please, can I come? Mister Brand, please, let me come.”

I growl as I shove my dick in as far as I can and flick her clit faster and faster. “Come. Now.”

Her clit thumps underneath my finger and then her pussy starts contracting. I can feel her explode around me, sucking my cock deeper into her. It’s so good. I keep thrusting until I come apart myself, blowing my load inside her. I thrust thrice more and give her one last hard thrust before I pull back out, panting, sweat dripping down my forehead. She hangs in the ropes, her eyes closed, completely unmoving.

Her lips part as I undo the ropes around her legs, helping her to the ground.

“God … I needed that,” she says all of the sudden.

With big eyes, she looks at me, and then slams her lips shut, her cheeks reddening. I raise an eyebrow and just look at her. I can’t believe she just said that. I think she can’t believe it, either.

Nodding, I say, “I know. I’ve known for quite some time you enjoy being fucked against your will. It helps you let go of who you once were and lets you mold into the person you want to be. It feels good to relinquish control and be able to immerse yourself into my rules … to be at my disposal is your escape from this world. How fitting,” I muse while untying her waist and wrists from the ropes and pulling it down from the hook. “And all that because you like me tying you up and claiming you as my own.”

“Well, I know that you enjoy taking women against their will, so you’re just as bad,” she scoffs, not knowing what else to say.

My lip quirks up into a smile as I come close and plant a kiss on her forehead. “What a perfectly twisted couple we make, don’t you think?”

Accompanying song:
“Fivefold” by Agnes Obel

Sebastian’s Library. Providence, Rhode Island – June 2
nd
, 2013

Books are always misplaced, and it is one of my biggest pet peeves. How hard is to put the book back where it belongs? It seems my customers can’t actually read the notes on the bookcases, although they do love to borrow my books. Selective reading at its finest.

Annoyed, I rearrange some books until they’re perfectly aligned and in the correct order. As I go down the ladder, fluttering pages catch my eye. Miss Carrigan is skimming through the book I gave her, her face lighting up from the pictures inside. It’s a book about traveling and photography, the two things she loves the most. I picked it for her, because I know she loves these things. But my … how I enjoy watching her when she flips through the pages. It’s like she found love again, only in the pages of a book instead of a man. It’s strange to think that I would be happy seeing her this way. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel this way, but it’s a fight I’ve already lost.

I wonder how I’m going to work my way out of this.

“Wow, look at that!” she says.

“Hmm?” I take a closer look at the picture she’s pointing at.

“There! Oh, isn’t it beautiful?”

“Bali? It sure is.”

“I want to go there.” She looks up at me with sparkling eyes, then her smile slinks as she takes on a more serious face. “Would you take me there, someday?”

I lick my lips. “Well … I could …”

“Please?” She puts up a pout that makes me laugh a little. It’s too cute, I can’t help it, and for a moment, I feel my heart warm up a bit. It scares me.

“Maybe someday,” I say with a courteous nod and a soft smile.

“Oh …” She looks back at the book, biting her lip with a frown on her face. I shouldn’t cling to her happiness so much, but it still gets to me.

“Someday could be close.” I place my hand on her shoulder. “Closer than you think.”

She gazes up at me again with a beaming smile on her face. “All right, I’ll believe you. I’ll trust you to take me there sometime.”

“Trust? That’s a first for you, Miss.”

She gapes at me, a choking sound coming from her throat before she throws her book at me. “That is
not
true.”

I pick up the book, which has now fallen onto the floor, and place it on the table. “You? Trusting me?” I smirk. “Prove it.”

She blows air from her mouth, rolling her eyes. “What do you want me to do then?” she scoffs.

“Get up.”

With a screeching sound, her chair is scooted back and she folds her arms while standing up.

Still defiant, after everything I’ve done to her. A tiny smile creeps onto my lips. “Close your eyes.”

“What are you―”

“Shh.” I walk circles around her. “Let your hands down and stay still.”

She does what I say, but I can tell that having her arms next to her body and having her eyes closed is making her a little unsure. She’s biting her lip and her eyebrows twitch the moment she hears the sound of my shoes on the wooden floor.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Say it like you mean it,” I growl.

“Yes, Mister Brand. I trust you.”

I stand in front of her and smile cheekily when I don’t see her brows twitch. Her breathing has changed. As if she’s anticipating something but still doesn’t know what, when, or where. And yet, she has this air of aloofness over her that I can’t grasp. It’s like she’s completely given in to whatever comes for her. Complete submission.

Beautiful.

I lean forward and part my lips, letting a streak of hot air pass through them, warming hers up. She gasps, almost breathing twice. My lips are so close that I can almost taste her.

I pull away.

Her chest heaves and she makes a face.

“Why didn’t you―”

“Ah-ah … you’re expecting. Don’t expect, experience.”

“But―”

“If you say another word, I will have to spank you, Miss Carrigan. I don’t care if this is a public place.”

She swallows as her cheeks grow rosy. I circle around her again, admiring her round ass and her perky tits that move up and down as she breathes. Even her silent, motionless body arouses me.

I stop in my tracks behind her and touch the base of her neck with my index finger. Just a single touch makes her shiver. I love the sound she makes when she skips a breath, feeling my finger trail up, setting her skin on fire. She arches her head, allowing me more access. It’s then that I lean into her, open my mouth, and sink my teeth into her flesh.

She gapes and yelps, but it sounds more like a surprised moan.

“Holy shit.”

“Hmm…” I bite down momentarily, before releasing her again. Red marks cover her skin, showing the world where my teeth have been.

“You bit me,” she says, grasping for the bite mark.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Because you said you trust me.”

“I trusted you to treat me well.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little …”

I move to plant my lips on the bite mark and kiss her. “In a good way?”

She nods slowly.

“Then I
have
treated you well.” As my lips leave her skin again, I murmur, “And now the world knows you’re mine.”

Suddenly, my phone rings, and it kills the mood. I take out my cell phone and check the number. Shit. I do
not
want to talk to him right now, but I don’t have any other choice. I walk away from her before I pick it up, making sure she can’t hear a thing.

“Hello?”

“Sebastian?” His voice is crude.

“Yeah?”

There is a certain growling noise emanating from his sigh. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “I will meet you at the club in two hours. You have some explaining to do …”

Accompanying song:
“Dream is Collapsing” by Hans Zimmer