Page 7 of His to Unwrap
I settle in to listen, leaning back in the chair. I spread my legs to give my aching hard dick some breathing room, and bring the tumbler of bourbon back to my mouth.
“I wake up alone, naked, on the floor. I don’t know where I am or how I got there. I can sense someone else in the room, but I can’t see them.”
I activate my side of the intercom. “Are you afraid?”
She nods eagerly. “I’m afraid. But…”
“But what?”
“I’m also…excited.”
I grind my teeth to keep from speaking again. When I filled out her instructions, I requested that she tell me a favorite fantasy. I wanted a glimpse into the dirty recesses of her mind. I’m not supposed to be getting involved, asking her a bunch of questions, forcing my way in to be a participant in her story. I’m here to listen.
But fuck if she doesn’t make that nearly impossible.
“I hear the stranger come up behind me,” she goes on, her voice dropping a touch lower. “Before I can turn around, he’s putting a blindfold on me, telling me to be still.”
I let myself picture it—having this goddess at my mercy in the dark. Behind the glass, her eyes are closed—is she picturing it too? Is she wishing it was me?
Don’t be such a damned idiot,I tell myself. Noelle doesn’t think about you.
“Do you obey?” I growl out through the intercom.
There’s the slightest pause. Then she breathes out a soft, “no.”
I sit up a little straighter. “You don’t?”
She shakes her head, her eyes squeezing tighter. “No. I try to fight, to get away.” I watch the elegant column of her neck while she swallows. “He doesn’t let me.”
I groan, seeing it all play out in my mind. Noelle, naked, afraid, fighting back. Overpowering her. Taking her.
“He wrestles me back to the floor and ties my wrists.” Behind the glass, she squirms, her knees coming together, like she’s searching for friction between her legs.
“Keep your knees spread,” I bark. She doesn’t get to find relief. Not yet.
She makes a plaintive little whine, but her knees slide back to her former position.
“What does he do with you?” I ask. “Now that your hands are tied?”
She’s quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from her side of the glass her heavy breaths as her chest rises and falls. Then she tilts her head up, letting me see her face, and she smiles. “Whatever he wants.”
My fists clench in my lap, so tight my knuckles are turning white. It’s taking every bit of control I possess to not break through this glass and claim her. To take every inch of her for myself. I want to possess this woman, to defile her, to make her cry and moan for me, over and over again. I want to see what that silky smooth skin would feel like under my rough hands. I want to know what her cunt tastes like, feel how tight it would be around my dick.
Fuck, Iwanther. And knowing I can never have her opens up a chasm of darkness in my chest.
It’s not fucking fair. Not fair of the universe to put her in my path when I can’t claim her. Not fair to be confronted with all that beauty and sweetness every single day and not get to keep any of it for my own.
Noelle Kline is everything pure and good in this world and I refuse to taint her. Because that’s what I would do, if I let myself off this leash, if I allowed myself to take her the way I so desperately want to.
I’m not a good man. I’ve done monstrous things, things that would make it difficult for a decent person to sleep at night. I’m too rude, too gruff, too rough for a sweet angel like her. Not to mention the fact that I’m seventeen years older than her. She doesn’t deserve to be shackled to someone like me.
And she would be shackled, quite literally. I know that if I ever let myself go there, I’d want to bind her to me in every way.I probably would never let her out of my sight. Hell, I’d want to keep her chained to my bed at all times.
Or else I’d tie her to me in a different way. A more primal way. I get a fleeting image of Noelle with a swollen belly, her tits even rounder, my baby growing inside her.
I almost come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
But that’s not the life this bright, gorgeous, young girl deserves. She deserves better than me. And so I have to keep my distance. I have to look but never touch. I have to stay on this fucking side of the glass wall—not just tonight. For the rest of my life.
