Page 54 of I See Red

“I um, I’m sorry. I forgot,” I mumble, looking down at our feet, breaking eye contact in avoidance.

I can feel his hand release my face, rolling down my body, brushing over my hardened nipple. My stomach curls inward,forming a C shape as I inhale a sharp breath, my eyes finding solace in the darkness. I love a good sensory-starved entanglement. It’s always been fascinating to me how the human body works like that. You shut off one sense, and the remaining are intensified like boiling water, scorching through your veins. His hand continuing its journey down my skin, taunting my body in the most thrilling way. Suddenly, they come to a halt, his hands encasing around both of mine. The rigidness of his working hands in the velvet of mine feels deadly in the best possible way. Suddenly, he shoots my arms up above my head, the dorsals of my hands colliding, binding them within the grip of his own around my wrists. I dare not move. He may not be commanding in other aspects of his life, but something about the look in his eyes tells me I’m about to see a new side of him. Fear hits me, but curiosity tosses that feeling out quicker than it came.Reading the room, I remain still. My breaths stronger and closer together, the unknown taunting me yet fulfilling me all in the same motion. If it wasn’t for us being in a shower, the trail starting to trickle down the inner parts of my thighs would be a sight to see. I feel his face nestle into the hair now covering my face from the force of the water as I stand here frozen, controlled, and growing weaker in the knees. His perfectly trimmed beard brushing against my skin as his mouth journeys to my ear, his breath warm and composed as he whispers, relishing me in his words.

“You’re not sorry, but you will be by the time I’m done with you.”

Pulses hit me like contractions, my clit fluttering like it’s flying for the first time, the excitement and fear wrapped into one with nowhere to land except him.

“I have a surprise for you Ivy. Keep your eyes closed and don’t peek, or you’ll ruin it, and you know what happens when you ruin things,” he announces.

I hear sounds unfamiliar, like metal clanking, and gears turning; straight dismay employs me. His hands leaving my wrist, I dare not move, I could, but my body is frozen, his threat of if I do on replay holding me hostage.

Metal skims against my wrists, followed by a clamping sound. I am shackled by something.Every part of me says to open my eyes, but I don’t dare.

“Whaa-” I try to respond, but I am cut off by a quick and firm, “Shhh, princess, in due time.”

I can’t feel him, nor can I even sense where he is. My body is desperate for him. I always knew suspense turned me on, but never like this before. It feels like time is passing leisurely, like I’ve been standing exposed and now chained perpetually.

What the fuck is he doing? Is he staring at me? Has he left?

Abruptly, I hear him speak, his deep, raspy tone penetrating my soul, pulling a jump scare straight from the depths of my bones.

“Rise and shine, princess, open your eyes.”

Lifting my head, water streaming down my face, I viciously shake my head, trying to remove the strands draped across my eyes, looking up. There are chains drawn out of the ceiling on either side of the middle showerhead, pouring down on me like a fucking thunderstorm. I glimpse briefly before the water consumes my eyes, making it hard to see. Searching for him, his breaths my lighthouse, my eyes fixate on him, standing off across the other side of the shower against the glass.Fuck, I want him.

Distracted by the shackles I didn’t even notice he is holding the controller to all the gadgets installed in this cave of a shower, and worry begins to trinkle in.

He has one foot pressed up against the glass, the other on the floor, and I am drowning. His cock bulges like it is about tobecome unhinged, the veins pulsing through as every ounce of his blood circulates to it uncontrolled.

I worry he has gone feral and is about to take me with him. His brow raises as he threads his tongue across his lips; a deadly laugh follows when suddenly, I feel ice pour down over me. Chills burn me as my body scurries to regulate the drastic change in temperature. I squirm, the chains clanking against one another at my sudden moves, my voice echoing from the walls, but I cannot move as I am secured in this very spot by the chains that Liam designed.

Fucking architects. Goddamn handymen.

A gasp exits my body. “What the fuck, Liam?” I scream, blazing my eyes in his direction, shaking and squirming, fighting to escape the icicles darting at my flesh in full force.

He looks like the devil in this very moment, confident, entertained by my agony, calm, and collected as I am literally being tortured and waterboarded simultaneously.

He’s fucking enjoying this shit, fuck your shit-eating grin.

Briefly,O’Connor comes to mind, the night we shared, the way he used the water as his weapon, my anger now the driving force heading straight to my clit.

Kicking off the side of the shower, he heads towards me, confident and unbothered by my irritation. Circling me, his fingers brush across my frozen skin, my body pushing into his hand with each touch he feeds me, my skin needing the warmth his hands have to offer. He grins, caressing my tit, abruptly pulling on my rock-hard nipple that could cut ice before releasing it quickly moving onto the other. His aggression matching that of sweet-sweet sin, circling me. “I thought you loved the cold princess, no? I thought it was everything that fed you, defined you, and fulfilled you, no?”

“I…I…I…” I begin to answer, but he cuts me off.

“This morning, it was the cold you were thinking of, touching yourself to, was it not?”

My stomach shifts its way into my throat.

Omg, he fucking knows; he actually knows; why didn’the say anything?

“So here you are, defenseless and completely enclosed by the cold, so show me, princess. Show me what you do when you feel him, go ahead, rub your fucking clit, and don’t stop until you fucking come.” He rages, tilting his head, his face emotionally vacant, further selling all my actions this morning did to him. His fingertips reach out to my bare, wet flesh, brushing lightly against my skin, making their way up my body. Stopping at the tips of my fingers, releasing my left arm from the chains.

“Show me. Show me how hard you’ll fight to always findmywarmth.”

“Liam, I,’’ I mutter through trembling lips, unable to find my words. Goosebumps cover my body, shivers expelling through my limbs as I brush my hair from my face, my mind unable to calm my body,

“No, Ivy,” he cuts me off.

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