That Night with You (25 page)

His embrace made Madison feel safe,
but something about the way he was acting was different. Maybe it
was Madison’s imagination, but she got the impression that tonight
their relationship had changed. It was as if he was asserting his
claim on her, not that she minded being his. Madison just began to
consider what being his actually entailed.

In the master bedroom, he put her bag
on the bed and sat down next to it. His eyes went to the dresser in
the corner of the austerely decorated room. “There’s an empty
drawer on top for your things,” he commented, motioning toward the
dresser. “I’ve cleared out a portion of the closet for you as
well.”

Madison paused. She had never
experienced a relationship that had been serious enough to leave
things at a man’s home before, let alone be assigned a designated
drawer and room in his closet. It was an odd moment for her. Sort
of like a rite of passage, where a relationship went from being fun
to something special…but had they already reached that
point?

“
Ah, thanks.” Stepping up
to the bed, she unzipped the blue canvas bag.

Hayden sat on the bed watching as she
unpacked. Feeling a little awkward as his eyes registered every
item she removed, Madison kept reaching in, hoping to avoid Mrs.
Leder’s handcuffs. She could only imagine what he would do if he
spotted them.

Taking out her black dress slacks and
blouse for work the next day, she went across the room to the
dresser. When she turned around, Hayden was smiling at
her.

Approaching the bed, she knitted her
brow. “What is it?”

He stood from the bed, held out his
hand, and dropped the handcuffs on the burgundy bedspread. “Are
those for me?”

A thousand and one excuses shot across
her mind, but none of them would explain the handcuffs better than
the truth. “My landlady gave them to me. Mrs. Leder.” She gestured
to the silver handcuffs. “She’s eccentric, wealthy, and she gave me
that dress I wore to the party last weekend.”

He picked up the handcuffs and held
them before her. “But why did she give you these?”

Madison hesitated, wringing her hands.
“She wanted me to…keep it interesting. That’s how she put it.” Her
shoulders sagged forward. “She thought you would get bored with
me.”

“
I’ve never even met Mrs.
Leder and I don’t like her already.” Pressing his lips together, he
scrutinized her face. “Have you ever used handcuffs on a man
before?”

“
No, of course
not.”

He took a step closer to her. “Have
you ever fantasized about being handcuffed?”

Before she could raise her eyes, he
had positioned the handcuffs over her right wrist and snapped them
closed. Alarmed, Madison tugged at the handcuffs with her left
hand.

“
Relax,” he whispered,
placing his hand over hers. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t
want me to do. This is about trust. If you trust me, then you know
I would never hurt you.” His finger traced along the supple skin on
her inner right wrist. “But to do that,” his finger edged along the
silver bracelet, “you must give yourself to
me…willingly.”

Madison pushed the rising panic back
down to the depths of her gut and lowered her left hand from the
silver shackle. This was Hayden. A man she had been with more than
once, and he had never done anything she did not enjoy. Maybe he
was right; she needed to trust him. Letting out a long breath, she
nodded her head.

He pressed his hands on her shoulders,
pushing her down on the bed. “This is going to be a lesson in
disclosure. You need to learn to open up to me. That’s what lovers
do, Madison.”

After she was seated before him on the
bedspread, he peeled his shirt from about her body; pulling the
last sleeve over the handcuffs, he dropped it on the floor.
Standing before her, his eyes were filled with a new kind of light
Madison had never seen before. He was highly aroused, and thinking
perhaps he wanted her to help him undress, she reached for the
zipper of his pants.

“
No,” he stopped her hands,
“not yet.” He nodded toward the head of the low bed. “Scoot back
and place your hands over your head.”

Still not sure what he had in mind,
Madison began to reason that maybe this was some kind of game he
liked to play. She had heard of sex games—Charlie was always
regaling about Nelson’s newest one—but she had never experienced
any. Settling her head back on the pillow, she raised her hands
above her head, watching the handcuffs sparkle in the recessed
lights above.

Once she was in position, Hayden came
up to the side of the bed, took her hands, and secured them to the
corner post of the oversized headboard. When Madison heard the
click of the handcuffs, she swallowed hard.

At first he said nothing, just sat on
the side of the bed, gazing up and down her naked body, as if
deciding what to do first. Madison nervously shifted her legs, but
he placed his hand on her left knee, pushing it back down to the
bed.

“
Lie still.”

Slowly, his fingertips caressed the
top her left thigh, tickling her flesh along the way. Madison
normally would have laughed out loud, but being handcuffed to the
bed—naked—made it more sexy than humorous. His hands journeyed up
along her hip, over the contours of her stomach and around the full
swell of her left breast. His fingers rose upward, tracing the
outline of her collarbone and neck until they came to a stop right
below her chin. Raising her head slightly, he admired her face, and
then tenderly kissed her lips. His mouth brushed over her chin,
along her throat, and down her chest, stopping only briefly to
tease her right nipple. While his lips descended further, his hands
crept between her knees, nudging them apart. He was kissing her
stomach when his fingers roughly reached into her folds. Madison
flinched, pulling against the handcuffs.

Hayden removed his hand and sat up
next to her. “You’re still tender. What shall I do with
you?”

Perplexed, Madison stared at him,
unsure of what to say. “I thought you wanted to have
sex.”

Clucking, he shook his head. “Sex? No,
I want much more than sex.” He stood from the bed and lowered the
zipper on his trousers. “Sex is just the act. Like this morning in
the shower. Right now, I want something else from you.”

“
What?” she griped, feeling
completely stumped.

He lowered his trousers and briefs to
the floor and stepped out of them. Reaching for the nightstand, he
opened the drawer, removed a red foil package, and flung it on the
bed next to her. She watched, a little mystified, as he reached
back into the drawer and palmed something else; something she could
not see. Coming back to the bed, he sat down next to her. While
eyeing his erection, she tried to figure out what he was going to
do.

He ran his left hand along her thigh
and pulled her left knee closer to him. “Tell me you want
me.”

“
I want you, Hayden.” Her
voice was flat and emotionless.

“
Not like that.” His hand
careened down her inner thigh to her folds. When a low, buzzing
noise filled the room, Madison’s eyes widened.

“
This is a small vibrator I
like to use. I promise you will like it.” Separating her folds with
his fingers, he touched the vibrator to her sensitive
nub.

Madison lurched against the handcuffs.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.

“
Now tell me
again.”

Madison fought to gain control of her
faculties. “I want you, Hayden,” she stated, raising her
voice.

“
I’m not
convinced.”

Groaning, she arched against the bed,
pulling on the handcuffs. The vibrator was stimulating her in
tantalizing but intense waves. Soon, the intensity got to be too
much for her. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she
clenched her hands when she felt a powerful orgasm beginning to
overtake her.

“
What do you want me to do
to you, Madison?” His voice sounded insistent and slightly
dangerous.

“
Make love to me,” she
called out, fighting against her restraints.

Just as she was reaching that dizzying
height of climax, he removed the vibrator, and the buzzing noise
ceased. Madison crashed against the bed, devastated.

“
Don’t stop,” she
pleaded.

He leaned over her face, grinning. “I
really dislike the term making love. It glorifies a very
instinctual act.”

She closed her eyes, exasperated.
“Then what should we call this?” she gasped between
breaths.

After a few seconds passed and he had
made no reply, Madison opened her eyes to see him still sitting
beside her, studying her. “Tell me about your fantasies,
Madison.”

“
I told you I don’t have
any—”

“
You lied to me. Now tell
me what you have always wanted a man to do with you.” He spread her
legs apart, kneeling between them, and she heard him turn the
vibrator back on. “I’ll make you tell me…eventually.”

When he pushed the vibrator into her,
she cried out, tugging hard against the handcuffs. The vibrator had
her body spiraling out of control. Once again, she could feel the
landslide of her orgasm building, and then he abruptly
stopped.

“
Ready to talk? I’ll keep
bringing you closer and closer until you tell me.”

She whimpered and fell back against
the bed. “All right, you win. I’ve always had this fantasy about….”
She went quiet, gulping back her shame.

Hayden shoved three fingers hard into
her, making her wince. “Keep talking, baby.”

She gritted her teeth as he pushed
farther into her. “I’ve dreamed about dancing naked for a man.
Taking off my clothes and dancing before someone.”

“
That’s a pretty common
fantasy. Anything else?” His fingers slowly eased out of
her.

“
To dance for him and
then…have him take me. Push me into some piece of furniture or a
table, and while he holds me by the hair…you get the idea.” Sagging
into the bed, she felt utterly violated. She had never shared that
with anyone, and knowing that Hayden was aware of her innermost
thoughts made her apprehensive about what he would do with such
knowledge.

“
Hmmm,” he murmured into
her hair as his fingers once again reached into her wet folds. “Now
that’s what I want to hear…the truth.” He turned the vibrator on
and flicked it against her nub, making Madison shudder. “You like
that?”

“
Yes,” she
groaned.

His fingers roughly moved in and out
of her as he held the vibrator to her nub. “Do you want
more?”

She rolled her head to the side,
sucking in a gasp. “Yes, more.”

Desperate to relieve that awful ache
inside of her, she yearned for his fingers to go deeper. Just as
her orgasm was about to take over, he stopped and bit down on her
left shoulder…hard.

“
No,” Madison cried out.
“Please, Hayden.”

“
Tell me what to do,
Madison.”

She wrapped her legs about his hips.
“I need you inside of me,” she begged.

“
That’s not what I want to
hear.”

“
What do you want from me?”
Taut with need, she barely recognized her raspy voice.

“
Tell me you want me to
fuck you.”

She stiffened next to him, unsure of
what to do. She wasn’t that kind of girl, or was she? Desire was a
funny thing; it made you do the unthinkable. She tilted her head
back and gazed into his eyes. “Fuck me, Hayden. Fuck me
hard.”

“
That’s what I needed from
you…passion.” Hayden pitched the small vibrator to the floor and
grabbed the condom package on the bedspread beside her. After
slipping it on, he reached underneath her butt and lifted her hips.
With one swift movement, he entered her, hard and fast.

Relieved to feel him inside of her,
Madison angled her hips upward, allowing him the deepest
penetration. When he had pushed all the way into her, he stilled
and sighed into her neck.

“
Say you’re mine,
Madison.”

“
I’m yours, Hayden,” she
avowed. “I’ve always been yours.”

Aroused by her statement, he began
ramming into her, grunting into her skin, and holding her
close.

Madison’s arms and shoulders burned as
they were stretched further with his every thrust, but she didn’t
mind the pain. Slapping her hips into his as he pounded into her,
she hungered for him, desperate to have him go as deep as he could.
When her muscles tensed and her back arched, a slow, deep moan
escaped her lips. As the climax catapulted through her, her lips
parted and she cried out his name.

Spurred on by her cry, Hayden
hurriedly thrust into her, once and then twice more, before his
whole body became rigid and he groaned. Collapsing on top of her,
the weight of his body crushed her into the bed, creating more pain
in her arms.

“
Hayden, I can’t feel my
fingers,” she pleaded into his chest.

Sitting up on his elbow, he reached up
for the handcuffs and fumbled with the release button. After
several long seconds, the silver bracelets fell away. Reclining
beside her, he took her hands and tenderly massaged them,
occasionally kissing her fingers.