sex.”
“How about let’s unwrap the package?”
Shit, she knew this was not going to turn out good when she had started out on the chair. “How much do you want me to take off?” She imagined that crooked smile getting wider.
“Oh, no. It is my package. I get to unwrap it.” He let go of her and she stood still, just inches from him. She wanted so desperately to step back, but knew that the suitcase was right behind her. Maybe she could step sideways to move away. She felt him turn her around swiftly so that her back was towards him and he lifted her up, carrying her into the bedroom. She bit her lip but refused to give him the pleasure of hearing her complain. She was surprised that he set her down on her feet in the middle of the shadowy room, still with her back to him. She clinched her hands into fists as she felt him pull the top of the turtleneck up to reach the zipper.
Okay, she could endure this. There was not much light in here and she realized that for reasons she did not like, he was teasing her. She was waiting for the swift pull of the zipper, but instead he slowly, ever so slowly, moved the zipper down. Worse, as it was lowered, he ran a finger down her spine. At first his touch was cold, but a heat began to form following the path of the finger. She felt a tightening in her breasts. Her nipples actually formed into nubs. She took a deep breath trying to get control of herself. How could she let this monster excite her?
He bypassed her bra and continued down her back until he reached the bottom of the blouse. He took his hands to her shoulders, sliding his hands under the blouse as he slowly pushed down her arms, taking the blouse with it until he reached her wrists. He let go and the blouse settled down to the floor. He held her wrists together across her stomach and pulled her back against him. She felt his skin against her bare back and again she had that odd sensation of cold first, then heat traveling through her body. She had to put a stop to this before her crazy body did something she was going to regret. “I don’t think this falls into your description of payment. I want you to let me go.”
She heard him take a deep breath before he answered. “Well, you are not being completely honest, because your heartbeat is saying something else. But you are right, I will need a cold shower if we don’t stop. That is, unless you have changed your mind about the sex or the blood?”
She jumped so fast that she was a foot away before she realized that he had let her go. By the time she turned around in the dark room she found that he was gone. She made her way to the lamp by the bed, turned it on and sat down to catch her breath. She was more worried about her reaction than she was the man who had taken her blouse.
She went into the bathroom, undressed and got under the shower again but did not stay very long, as she thought about him taking a cold shower. She wrapped a big towel around herself, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She did not know what to think. She had actually responded to the monster who was holding her as a virtual prisoner. She had to get away, for her sanity. She went and found her sweatshirt and curled up in the large bed but she had to admit that she got very little sleep. When she did fall asleep she saw a pair of pale blue eyes watching her and she would jerk awake to find herself alone in the room. She finally left the light on and got a couple of hours of restless sleep.
Chapter Eight
He had a restless night as he took a long shower and then lay naked in his bed, listening to her quiet breathing in the next room. He knocked himself on the head, in thought only, a couple of times. He was pushing his limits. After all this time, he had prided himself on his own control. The last couple of times he had allowed himself to have an actual affair with a female, he had taken control of the whole context, from location, to the sex, to the ending. He enjoyed
“How about let’s unwrap the package?”
Shit, she knew this was not going to turn out good when she had started out on the chair. “How much do you want me to take off?” She imagined that crooked smile getting wider.
“Oh, no. It is my package. I get to unwrap it.” He let go of her and she stood still, just inches from him. She wanted so desperately to step back, but knew that the suitcase was right behind her. Maybe she could step sideways to move away. She felt him turn her around swiftly so that her back was towards him and he lifted her up, carrying her into the bedroom. She bit her lip but refused to give him the pleasure of hearing her complain. She was surprised that he set her down on her feet in the middle of the shadowy room, still with her back to him. She clinched her hands into fists as she felt him pull the top of the turtleneck up to reach the zipper.
Okay, she could endure this. There was not much light in here and she realized that for reasons she did not like, he was teasing her. She was waiting for the swift pull of the zipper, but instead he slowly, ever so slowly, moved the zipper down. Worse, as it was lowered, he ran a finger down her spine. At first his touch was cold, but a heat began to form following the path of the finger. She felt a tightening in her breasts. Her nipples actually formed into nubs. She took a deep breath trying to get control of herself. How could she let this monster excite her?
He bypassed her bra and continued down her back until he reached the bottom of the blouse. He took his hands to her shoulders, sliding his hands under the blouse as he slowly pushed down her arms, taking the blouse with it until he reached her wrists. He let go and the blouse settled down to the floor. He held her wrists together across her stomach and pulled her back against him. She felt his skin against her bare back and again she had that odd sensation of cold first, then heat traveling through her body. She had to put a stop to this before her crazy body did something she was going to regret. “I don’t think this falls into your description of payment. I want you to let me go.”
She heard him take a deep breath before he answered. “Well, you are not being completely honest, because your heartbeat is saying something else. But you are right, I will need a cold shower if we don’t stop. That is, unless you have changed your mind about the sex or the blood?”
She jumped so fast that she was a foot away before she realized that he had let her go. By the time she turned around in the dark room she found that he was gone. She made her way to the lamp by the bed, turned it on and sat down to catch her breath. She was more worried about her reaction than she was the man who had taken her blouse.
She went into the bathroom, undressed and got under the shower again but did not stay very long, as she thought about him taking a cold shower. She wrapped a big towel around herself, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She did not know what to think. She had actually responded to the monster who was holding her as a virtual prisoner. She had to get away, for her sanity. She went and found her sweatshirt and curled up in the large bed but she had to admit that she got very little sleep. When she did fall asleep she saw a pair of pale blue eyes watching her and she would jerk awake to find herself alone in the room. She finally left the light on and got a couple of hours of restless sleep.
Chapter Eight
He had a restless night as he took a long shower and then lay naked in his bed, listening to her quiet breathing in the next room. He knocked himself on the head, in thought only, a couple of times. He was pushing his limits. After all this time, he had prided himself on his own control. The last couple of times he had allowed himself to have an actual affair with a female, he had taken control of the whole context, from location, to the sex, to the ending. He enjoyed
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