Page 92 of Gideon
I let my fingertips play along her ribcage as I teased her with both my hands and my words.
“Think of what it’s like. Bound in beautiful, colorful rope. The hemp pulled tight across your breasts, binding your hands and arms. Then letting go completely as the rope takes your weight and lifts you effortlessly. How does that sound, my lovely?” I purred. My thumbs played along the underside of her breasts as she leaned back against me.
“It sounds strange, but also…” she cut off with a gasp and then a sigh as my thumbs flicked her pert little nipples through her dress. “Like flying,” she breathed out a tiny moan of arousal. My dick twitched in my pants at the sultry little sound. Christ, I wanted to play with her for hours on end.
“It is like flying. Being weightless and completely free,” I let my words play along the skin of her neck as I continued our little game of titillation.
She spun in my arms suddenly, facing me with wide eyes full of excitement.
“Take me. Please, Gideon. Please take me to Abditory and show me. I want to see that. Please,” she begged, nearly jumping up and down in her desire to see such sordid pursuits of pleasure. I pretended to think my decision out, knowing full well that I would take her. Hell, I was dying to show her what life could be like away from Zion. I was dying to show her a real dungeon.
“I suppose,” I finally answered, giving her a wink as she actuallydidjump up and down excitedly. The joy on her face was… fuck, it was just everything.
“Keep your hair down and loose, not braided,” I instructed her, reaching for the door yet again.
“Why?” she asked, her face scrunched in confusion.
“Because if you wear that dress with a braid, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. With your hair down like this, you’ll look a little more normal in the city. We definitely don’t want to stick out,” I explained, ushering her back out through the front door and towards the truck.
She hopped into the passenger seat, waiting for me to start the engine. I simply looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
“Forgetting something?” I questioned her, eyeing her seatbelt. She did not pick up on the clue, so I reached over, pulling the strap around her body and securing it in the clasp. It was an oddly hot act, one I wanted to remember, as I pulled the strap tight, causing her to gasp. Not unlike she did when I tightened a length of rope around her body. Fuck, I was hard as a goddamn rock.
Finally secured, I pulled on my own seatbelt and away we went, driving down the road towards St. George.
“It’s about a 30 minute drive, 45 depending on traffic once we reach the city,” I explained to her. She sat facing away from me, her chin perched on her hand as she looked out the window at the fading sunlight as it lowered over the horizon. This lighting was perfect. The sun cast a golden glow, turning her red hair ablaze with sunlight.
I turned the stereo on as we drove down the road, picking up a local station that played contemporary music. As soon as the sounds came through the speakers, she turned to me, her eyes lit up in wonder.
“I’ve never listened to music outside of Zion before,” she admitted. In no time at all, she had picked up on the hook of the song, singing along as she bounced in the seat beside me. This was a completely new side of Naomi I never imagined existed. I couldn’t help myself; I sang along with her, wildly off key and as loud as I could. We both sang and laughed as we drove down the road.
By the time the third song began playing on the radio, however, I grew quiet, my eyes focused.
“Come on, Gideon! Who cares if you don’t know the words? Sing with me,” she pleaded, reaching for my hand, but I shook it off, reaching to turn the music off completely.
“Hang on,” I stated firmly, my eyes fixed between the road ahead of us and the rearview mirror.
Where I saw a black truck following us. At least, I was pretty sure it was following us. Cars rarely came down this part of the road, and it wasn’t any of my brother’s vehicles. Every nerve in my body was on high alert.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, nearly pouting at the lack of music.
“I think we’re being followed,” I muttered quietly, setting my shoulder back in feigned relaxation. Sure enough, not a moment later, the truck sped up, catching up with us. I realized exactly what truck that was.
The Reverend’s.
Shit.
Fucking shit, shit shit!
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I took a deep breath, finding my control.
“Play it cool, Naomi. It’s the Reverend.” Her face went nearly white with fear as she grew stiff in her seat. “You need to relax and pretend like we are having a good time. But not too good of a time.”
As soon as I had spoken the words, I saw the Reverend reach his hand out, motioning for me to pull over.
Fuckity fuck balls fuck!
I pulled the truck over onto the gravel shoulder, bringing the truck to a stop.
