Page 18 of Trapped

“Are you fucking joking?”His digits relaxed, clasping the back of my head as he stared into my eyes.“I’d love to put you right back in your place, little girl, and then, once you’re begging for my cock, I’ll take you to the stars.”

My lips tugged at how bloody good that sounded, even though the subdued, rational part of my brain screamed that it was a mistake, that I should resist and concentrate on finding a way out of the cabin.Perhaps I should have stolen his waterproofs, taken the remaining food, and made a run for it.At least then I’d know what had become of Chelle, and I’d be free of his constant desire to control me.But like the rest of me, that facet knew I wouldn’t listen.

Pressed up against his body, I realized I couldn’t take the risk.I could run, could flee and take my chances with the snow and ice, but if I left, I’d never know what might have been.The emptiness of that thought was suffocating.I’d never know if the sentiment stirring between us was only born of casual sexual hedonism, or if there was room for more, something that had the potential to bloom into genuine affection.

It might have been nothing—the chemistry swirling between our bodies.Nothing more than a rush of hormones and emotions in a high-stakes environment, but perhaps it was trulysomething.Something I’d never known before and something I’d never find elsewhere.I couldn’t take the chance that I walked out of the crappy little cabin and never found the same intensity of longing for someone else—for his face, his mouth, his hands, and his cock.

I wanted all of him over me, on me, and inside me.

“You really want this?”His hand slid to my ass and squeezed.

“Do you care, sir?”Gazing up at him, I almost laughed.

Who was the man so concerned with my consent?Surely, it couldn’t be the same man who’d yanked me away from the door and down over his lap only a few hours before?

“What?”His brow furrowed.“Of course I care.Everything I’ve done here has been for you.To keep you safe and happy.”

I might have argued over how delivering a so-called punishment was supposed to keep me happy, but the idea was counter-intuitive.If I wanted him again, it was better that I stayed on track.

“Okay…” My finger trailed a line over his bicep.“So, where do you want me, sir?”

A frisson of anticipation ran through me as, releasing me, he motioned to the chair.

“This worked well last time, little girl.”He arched his eyebrow, no doubt realizing how the tiny gesture appeared to liquefy my sex, and my body responded reflexively, as though he’d been conditioning me into the reaction for years.

“Erm, yeah.”I felt oddly bereft and exposed standing there without the comfort of his embrace.

“Come on, then.”He beckoned to me with his index finger as he settled on the seat.“It looks like you’re perfectly dressed, so get that pretty little backside over here.”

Stumbling forward, my heart was in my mouth.On the precipice of getting precisely what I said I wanted, my pulse was racing, and no matter where I planted my feet, I couldn’t seem to keep still.

“Come here.”He reached his hand out and took mine, guiding me to his side.“Are you nervous, little girl?”

Who was he kidding?I was bursting with anxious excitement.“A little, sir.”

“That’s good.”He glanced up at me with a grin.“Nerves keep us on our toes.”

His free hand rose and grazed over my left breast, and unthinkingly, I arched into his touch.Even the tiniest caress seemed magnetic in the growing fervor of the cabin, the energy thicker than it had been earlier.Eli and I had fucked more than once already, so I couldn’t understand the electricity sparking between us, but shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I recognized the perturbed need in me.I craved the brunt of his palm, needed to feel its weight as it crashed down over my skin, and the more he made me wait, the more my desire amplified.

“I’ve never wanted to do this before.”Wait, was that my voice?I hardly knew the raspy tone leaving my lips.

“I know.”His smug tone might have bothered me, but the way his thumb and forefinger were lengthening my nipple was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything except the hot, thrumming yearning at my core.“You’re wonderful, and you have nothing to worry about.You know I’ll take care of you.”

Did I know that?Brow furrowing, I tried to decide, but when his hand left mine and traveled to my behind, I realized it didn’t matter.I was there, naked, and asking for what I wanted.I didn’t want to turn back.

“Are you warm enough?”His fingers relented, cradling the weight of my breast as he waited on my verdict.

“I’m…” Glancing around, I recalled how the fire had extinguished a while ago.“I guess I should be cold, but I’m not, sir.”

“That’s good.”His voice had become a low, seductive purr.“Once I’ve taken you in hand, we’ll need a longer-term plan to keep you hot, but for now, we’ll go with carnality.”

I laughed at the way he made that sound, the noise hollow as apprehension furled in my tummy.

This is really happening!

Throat drying, I stared over the edge of his trouser-clad thighs.At any moment, he’d pull me down, and the spanking would begin.I couldn’t decide if I was terrified or elated.

“Here we are then.”He patted my backside.“Tell me what you want, little girl.”

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