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Chapter Three - Paige
Angelo’s family’s house was easily the biggest one on the street, and right across from the beach to boot.
The BMW sped into the driveway, the front of it nearly bumping up against the garage.
With a wink, Angelo jumped out to open my door for me. I was already climbing from the car, though, studying the tall windows before me and wondering how long it would take to even count them all.
A hand on my waist brought me back to reality.
I spun around and met Angelo’s mouth. Warm and delicious, the kiss stoked the fire building in me.
Breaking off, but taking my hand, he led me up the front pathway and over the stoop.
The room we entered was expansive and airy, but I didn’t catch much more than its size. Angelo wrapped his hands around my waist and hoisted me up, pressing me against the wall.
I gasped for air, partly from surprise and partly from pleasurable anticipation. His arms still wrapped around me, he had me pinned to the wall. I wrapped my legs around him and let my eyes fall closed as his tongue kissed a trail down and up my neck.
He nibbled on the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I squirmed beneath him, the odd pleasure almost too much to handle.
Holding me even tighter, he backed away from the wall. Kissing me feverishly, he kept walking.
He knew the house so well he could navigate it without even looking.
I vaguely noted another large room passing us by as we shuffled down a hallway. A door sat half open and Angelo kicked it gently to clear the way.
At the bed, he dropped me down. My butt fell against the mattress and I looked up at him, breathing heavily.
Angelo gazed down at me, that intense look on his face that told me I wasn’t ready for whatever came next.
Stepping closer, he pushed his legs against mine. I waited, watching as he moved slowly, leaning over and pulling both my sweater and shirt off at once.
Getting down on his knees, he worked on my jeans, unzipping and wriggling them off my legs. Soon only bra and panties were left.
I pushed my weight a little closer towards him, eager to get the show on the road. Angelo took his sweet time, running the tip of one finger across the top of my bra cups.
“Lay down.”
I gulped but obeyed, shimmying up the bed to rest my head on the giant pile of pillows.
Angelo rifled through a bedside table and removed a long and thin rope. Not speaking, he wrapped the rope around my wrists, and tied the other end to the headboard.
Thick and heavy breathing cut the air. My breathing, I realized after a couple seconds.
My chest heaved up and down, my thighs spread.
Once secured to the headboard, there was no escape. Angelo could do anything he wanted to me.
And I loved it.
He reached into the drawer for something else. I tensed, the anticipation in me a combination of both fear and eagerness, but instead of a whip out came an innocent lighter. I watched while he lit the three candles on the little table.
Dropping the lighter, his eyes jumped back to mine. They burned, smoldered, with a deep-seated heat.
No one had ever looked at me that way.
The man wanted me. He wanted me bad.
Angelo, still fully dressed, climbed on top of me, his legs on either side of my thighs. Up and down my legs his palms ran, gently massaging the muscles.
