Page 56 of Untouchable
“Yeah.” He decided the conversation had gone on long enough. He straightened up and backed the car out of the parking place.
She didn’t pursue her earlier questions. She sat with her arms hugging her stomach, looking strangely fragile and confused.
After about ten minutes of silence, he looked at her and asked, “You okay?”
She smiled, but he could tell it was forced. “Of course. I’m waiting to get fucked at home.”
He could tell she didn’t mean that either.
It was a few minutes before he spoke again, and when he did, it wasn’t what he’d intended to say. “I don’t like hospitals.”
He’d surprised her again. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him questioningly.
He gave a little shake of his head. “I don’t.”
After a moment, she murmured, “Too many people to save.” She understood completely.
He stared out the windshield out to the traffic on the highway. “And no way to save them.”
That night, Kelly asked him to tie her up.
He’d brought her to his room at bedtime, and they’d been kissing and caressing under the covers. Nothing wild or creative, but it had felt intense. He was tired after a long week and was mostly in the mood for something quiet.
He certainly hadn’t planned on anything like this.
Kelly said she wanted to try something new.
He agreed. There was no reason not to. She wanted it, and it might be exciting.
So after laying out some basic ground rules and agreeing to a safe word, he tied her up with silk cords he had from some previous, nearly forgotten affair.
She was lying naked on his bed, her eyes huge and very blue as they focused on him. He gazed at her for a minute, trying to read the expression in her eyes. Caleb had never seen that particular look there before. Her expression was deep and conflicted and significant, but he couldn’t figure out how to interpret it.
He started to tie her right hand, winding the cord around her delicate wrist and around the post of his headboard. He intentionally kept it loose. She was as tired as he was, and he was afraid anything too intense would be too much for tonight.
He hadn’t thought either of them were really in the mood.
“It’s not tight enough,” Kelly whispered, her full lips soft but unwavering.
Caleb looked at her face silently, again trying to figure out what was going on. He was used to being in control, used to being competent, used to knowing exactly what to do.
He wasn’t used to feeling like this.
“What’s the point of this if I can pull my hand out? I want to do this, Caleb. You said I could try anything with you, and I wanted to try this. If you are going to do it with me, at least get it right.” She sounded more like herself, and there was a glint of clever impatience in her eyes as she slanted them up at him.
Caleb stopped worrying and retied the cord, more tightly this time. Finally he let himself look at her for real, let his body enjoy the sight.
Kelly wasn’t wild and playful right now, the way she’d been in the kitchen when she’d gotten him to spank her. She wasn’t full of that vivid, taunting sexual provocation he was used to from her. She felt deep, like there were layers to her he’d not even come close to exposing.
He wanted to expose them, exposeher. He wanted to know her for real.
His cock was hardening quickly as he moved over her body to tie up her other arm. Her skin was cool and fair, a stark contrast to the dark cord. As he tightened the knot, her fingers wrapped themselves into a fist.
When her hands were both tied, he backed up slightly. Her arms were spread out toward the posts of the headboard, and her full breasts were stretched across her chest. Her nipples were already hard, although he hadn’t touched them yet and it wasn’t cold in the room.
He felt his body react even more intensely to the sight of her fair, naked skin and soft curves. He leaned in to kiss her deeply.
She responded, her tongue darting into his mouth, dueling with his own. There was something about her kissing that was intoxicating—somehow both passionate and more than that, like a current ran beneath the passion he couldn’t quite name.
