Inescapable

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘I’m trying.’

  ‘No, you’re not. We’re half an hour in and I’ve not hit you once. You’re safe with me and you’re still backing away with your eyes closed. You think you’ll be safe if it was him standing in front of you? Have you forgotten what he did to your face the last time he was within punching distance?’

  ‘Of course I haven’t,’ she shot back, snapping her eyes open to fix me with a glare. ‘I’ll never forget!’

  ‘Then focus that rage, keep your eyes open, see my fist coming and block it,’ I ordered. I felt sick pushing her so hard, but she’d asked for this and pussyfooting around her so far hadn’t worked. ‘Three, two, one, block,’ I called as I thrust my arm forwards.

  ‘Argh,’ she yelled and brought hers up and smacked it on the side of mine, throwing it out away from her.

  ‘Again,’ I shouted. I didn’t wait for her to recover and came at her with my left arm. Pride bubbled in my chest as she gritted her teeth and blocked me again. ‘Great, now let’s pick up the pace. I’m going to come harder and faster and I expect you to keep up while we move. Richard won’t be a still target, you can’t be either. Got it?’

  ‘Got it!’

  Fifteen minutes later, the perspiration sticking her T-shirt to her skin wasn’t from fear. She was pushing back as hard as I was pushing her.

  ‘Take off your T-shirt,’ I told her with a flick of my head as we took a break to knock back some water. ‘Less layers when you’re working out.’

  ‘It’s fine on,’ she replied, lifting her bottle to her lips. I licked mine as I watched her eyes. Ever since I’d stripped my top off, she was having trouble taking them off my chest and stomach.

  ‘Didn’t you put on the crop top I gave you? It’s no worse than me seeing you in a bikini. In fact, there’s a hell of a lot more material than that bikini Sarah got you.’

  ‘I’m fine with the T-shirt on,’ she repeated stubbornly. She was a real contradiction. Where was the confident woman who’d brought us both to a climax while holding my gaze last night? She was acting like a bashful schoolgirl now, refusing to show off her body. ‘What now?’

  ‘Time for you to learn to throw a punch,’ I told her, emptying the last few dregs of water over my heated face and letting it cascade down my chest. I suppressed a smile to hear a whimper from her, and she quickly averted her gaze when I glanced over at her.

  ‘Is Alex coming to dinner, Daddy?’ Rosie asked as she skipped along at my side, holding my hand as we walked into the dining room to find Sarah setting the table.

  ‘No, Angel. It’s just us.’

  ‘But I want to see Alex.’

  ‘I know you do, and I promised that you would, but not tonight.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because I say so,’ I said rolling my eyes at Sarah who just smiled at me.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because I’m the boss in this relationship and what I say goes.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Why?’ I repeated, bending down to pick her up and plop her down on her usual chair.

  ‘I said why,’ she replied.

  ‘No, I said why,’ I countered, chuckling as a look of confusion settled on her face.

  ‘Daddy!’

  ‘Rosie!’

  ‘Sarah,’ she moaned. ‘Daddy won’t let me see Alex.’

  ‘Well, he must have his reasons, Rosie. He’s a very wise man is your daddy.’

  ‘What’s a wise man?’

  ‘Someone who knows the answers to everything,’ she replied.

  ‘Everything?’ Rosie asked, her mouth hanging ajar with amazement. I shook my head in amusement as I took my seat next to her.

  ‘Yes, everything,’ Sarah confirmed, tucking a napkin into the neck of Rosie’s T-shirt. ‘I bet you he can tell you what you’re having for dinner, before I even serve it.’ She gave me a look, and I grimaced and mouthed “What’s for dinner?” at her.

  ‘Can you, Daddy? Can you?’ Rosie asked, whipping her head around to fix me with an excited look. I tried to decipher the mime Sarah was doing behind her back, wishing I paid more attention to the week ahead menu she gave to me each Sunday night.

  ‘Ermmm, give me a minute to tune into my magic “Daddy knows everything” power,’ I said, desperately trying to stall, and to stifle my laughter as Sarah did the impression of a fish swimming, complete with facial expressions and flapping fins, then wiggled her fingers at me.

  ‘Come on, Daddy!’

  ‘Fish fingers,’ I stated confidently, with Sarah quickly pressing her hands together in a clapping motion making me backtrack. ‘Or … more correctly … fish finger sandwiches?’ I said, with Sarah nodding vigorously at me.

  ‘Yummy, I love fish finger sandwiches,’ Rosie squealed with a clap of her hands.

  ‘I know you do, Angel,’ I grinned with a ruffle of her hair. ‘Especially with chips and beans.’

  ‘Mmmm-mmmm,’ she agreed, beaming at me.

  ‘It’s a good job you love them too,’ Sarah laughed as she set the first plate in front of Rosie and lifted the cloche.

  ‘Don’t tell anyone,’ I warned her. ‘A man of my status is supposed to be eating haute cuisine every night.’

  ‘What’s oat cousin?’ Rosie asked as she grabbed her sandwich in both hands.

  ‘Haute cuisine, it’s a special word for fancy cooking,’ I told her.

  ‘My daddy really is very wise,’ she proudly told Sarah as she wrapped her small mouth around the large mouthful.

  ‘That he is, Miss Rosie, that he is,’ Sarah agreed with a wink at me as she uncovered my man-sized portion, before disappearing.

  I hadn’t heard from Alex since our training session this afternoon, and was feeling a little deflated as I pulled myself out of the pool and walked barefoot into the lounge to pour myself a brandy. The memory of her grinding against me, shattering into an orgasm and forcing my own, was playing on a loop in my mind. Driving me crazy. Making me hard. I tapped my watch and waited for an answer.

  ‘Alves,’ he answered.

  ‘You can turn off the house cameras and just keep the perimeter ones on, I’ll be turning in soon.’

  ‘Consider it done. Goodnight, sir.’

  ‘Night, Alves.’

  I headed back out onto the terrace, lit only by the faint underwater glow of the pool lights and the dull light of the moon that was currently hidden behind some clouds. I set my brandy on the table, then sank down into one of the chairs with a sigh. It seemed like I had a date with my hand again tonight, but the thought didn’t excite me. I’d tried to masturbate in the shower last night, but after my erotic encounter with Alex, my hand just hadn’t compared. I reached down to cup myself over my swimming trunks. Yep, just thinking about that moment and I was hard as a stone.

  I slid my hand into the tight material, sinking lower in my seat as I closed my eyes and tried to put myself back there, watching her pink lips part as her breaths came hard and fast, her pupils dilating as she held my gaze. Yes, that was it. I groaned as I grasped myself, hot and heavy in my fist, just the thought of it made me wet and I swept the tip of my thumb across my head, circling, teasing.

  ‘For fuck’s sake,’ I muttered under my breath as my watch rang, forcing me to quit. ‘What?’ I answered, with a little more edge than I’d intended.

  ‘Alex Bishop has just entered the grounds. Do you want us to intercept her?’ Alves asked. Alex? Alex was on her way here? I felt my stomach tighten as I lifted my gaze to the terrace steps.

  ‘No, let her through,’ I ordered, and hung up without further discussion. I reached for my drink and took a swig as I waited. I soon saw a black form, head down, hurrying along the path. ‘What are you up to?’ I asked quietly as I watched her approach.

  My breathing was ragged and uneven, in part from being caught mid-jerk off, in part from the unattended erection that I was currently sporting, but the bigger part was the thought of having her lips on mine again. I couldn’t imagine she was sneaking up here at nearly midnight
with the intention of talking, or training. I sat silently as she scurried up the steps, then paused, looking left and right. I cocked my head to the side as I scanned her. She was wearing that shirt-dress she’d had on the other day. My cock twitched its approval.

  ‘What are you doing, Alex?’ she muttered to herself. ‘Seriously, what are you doing?’

  ‘I’m all ears for the answer, Tiger,’ I added, grinning as she jumped, then cursed.

  ‘Shit, shit. I didn’t think this through. Can you pretend you didn’t see me and I’ll go home?’

  ‘No. Why are you here?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Yes, you do, Alex. There’s nothing wrong with being honest about your needs.’

  ‘I don’t do things on the spur of the moment, I plan.’ She made no move towards me, but she wasn’t running away either.

  ‘You didn’t plan last night and I think it ended well for both of us. Would it help if I painted a picture?’

  ‘Yes. Maybe. No,’ she replied. ‘I’m supposed to be painting the picture, not you. This is about me taking control of my life.’

  ‘Paint away if it makes it easier for you. Start with why you came here.’

  ‘I … well, I want you to be … my first, since … I just want it to be you,’ she said quietly, making my heart leap into my throat. I swallowed hard. A make-out session, maybe some over the clothes foreplay I could have been forgiven for expecting, but not … I blew out a hard, fast breath.

  ‘Are you sure you’re ready for that?’ I asked, mentally kicking myself for giving her an out.

  ‘No. Maybe,’ she answered with a pause, then added in a whisper, ‘yes.’

  ‘I need the picture, Tiger, I need to know how this will work for you,’ I said softly. One wrong move could scare her off and damage her already fragile self-esteem.

  ‘I want … I need to tie you up, no touching.’

  ‘Okay,’ I coughed to clear the thickness in my throat. She took a step closer, undoing a silk belt from her dress.

  ‘Kissing is okay, I don’t mind kissing.’ Her hands moved up to undo the top button of her dress, her fingers shaking.

  ‘That’s good, because I love kissing.’

  ‘You can kiss my neck, shoulders and … and breasts,’ she added as she moved closer, undoing another two buttons, revealing two creamy pale orbs.

  ‘Yes,’ I croaked, desperate to grip my throbbing cock.

  ‘No biting. Promise no biting.’

  ‘No biting,’ I agreed, pretty sure I’d agree to anything right now to have her drop that dress and show me her body.

  ‘No oral, just me on top.’ The gap closed, more buttons parted, a hint of large succulent nipple coming into view.

  ‘Jesus, Alex.’ My fingers gripped the armrests of the chair in an attempt to stop myself from standing up and grabbing her.

  ‘No one’s been inside me for years, I’m scared.’ Her voice gave that away without stating the words, so I nodded.

  She came to stand at my side and undid the last buttons, then shimmied her shoulders so the silk slid down her arms and puddled on the floor, along with my brain. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, opening them again when I’d composed myself. She was in a pair of high-waisted, white cotton knickers, that ordinarily I’d never have found sexy, but … the knowledge of what she was offering me here, made them the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen in my life. I couldn’t take my eyes off them for a moment. When I finally dragged my gaze up, she was covering her breasts with her hands.

  ‘You’re in control, Tiger. You take it as fast or slow as you want, and I’m powerless to do anything to you.’

  ‘Will it hurt?’

  ‘It might, but you need to focus on how good it felt to experience that release last night, okay?’

  ‘Okay. Close your eyes.’

  ‘Alex,’ I groaned. Like most men I was a visual creature, the thought of not being able to watch her was sheer torture.

  ‘Please, I don’t want you turned off if they’re open.’

  ‘Does it look like being turned off is an issue for me?’ I uttered, flicking my head down to where my cock was stretching my swimming trunks beyond repair.

  ‘Please, I need this,’ she pleaded, making me fix her with a puzzled stare. ‘I have scars.’

  ‘I don’t care,’ I stated sincerely.

  ‘I do.’

  ‘You’re beautiful, Alex, so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away. Don’t you see that?’ This was the oddest sexual encounter of my life, but it meant more than all the others combined.

  ‘I still see what he did to me. This might change that. I want you to change that, Tate.’

  ‘Fuck,’ I groaned with a nod, giving in to her demands. She’d just called me Tate. She never called me Tate and hell, if I didn’t love it.

  ‘I’m going to tie your wrists to the chair now, okay?’

  ‘Okay.’ My nipples formed stiff peaks as I felt her breath on my chest. Her fingers were still trembling as she knotted her dress belt around one wrist, then stretched it across my stomach to the other. I didn’t point out that she’d knotted them so loosely I could easily slip my hands free, instead I curled my fingers around the rattan arms to keep them from exploring.

  I listened attentively as I heard her breathing and shuffling, imagining her removing those knickers and trying to picture how she looked completely naked. Would she be bare or sporting a landing strip? Maybe she was an au naturale girl. Honestly, right now I didn’t care.

  She placed a tentative hand on my shoulder, and a knee at my right hip, following quickly with her left leg as she lowered herself onto my lap. My chest was heaving in an effort to keep up with my need to breathe, my heart hammering a permanent patina on my chest as I waited to see what she’d do next. Her hands moved and started to run all over my body, feeling each undulation of my abs, the hard planes of my stomach and soft curves of my pecs. I bit my lower lip as she explored, painfully slowly. A delicate finger ran across my lips, making me gasp as the sensation felt as if a thousand tiny needles were puncturing the skin, then there was the most fleeting of touches as she pressed her mouth to mine.

  ‘Alex,’ I murmured.

  ‘Sssshhhh,’ she replied, doing it again. ‘I want to kiss you and I want you to kiss me the way you did last night. So hungry for me.’

  ‘I am,’ I confirmed with a grimace as I felt her heated core pressing against my still cloaked cock.

  ‘Show me,’ she breathed against my lips, both of her hands framing my face.

  I didn’t waste any time, devouring her mouth with an insatiable need to get my fill of her. I had a feeling I’d never get my fill of her. Her breathy sighs and moans as her tongue flickered against mine made me swell even harder.

  ‘Tell me, tell me how this makes you feel,’ I demanded, right before I kissed her to the verge of passing out.

  ‘Hot and wet. So very wet.’

  ‘Jesus,’ I rasped. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down, open her up and drink from her. ‘Let me taste you.’

  ‘No oral,’ she reminded me, sucking on my tongue in a way that made me regret she wouldn’t do it to my throbbing cock.

  ‘Touch yourself for me, tell me how it feels, then put your fingers in my mouth.’

  Her lips peppered kisses along my jaw and around to my neck, gently nibbling and sucking as I felt her hand slide down between our bodies. It was taking every ounce of strength to keep my hands anchored to the chair as she started to whisper in my ear.

  ‘Oh God, I’m so swollen, and … I’m soaked. I’ve never been like this, never.’

  ‘Not last night?’

  ‘Wetter, and everything’s throbbing. Are you wet, too?’

  ‘You have no idea,’ I groaned, banging my head back against the back of the chair a few times in frustration. ‘Let me taste you, Tiger. Give me something.’

  ‘No biting,’ she warned, then let out a soft cry as she moved her hand back and forth, her knuckles
dragging across my stomach nearly making me combust. The path of her retreating hand blazed a fiery trail up my chest as she ordered me to open my mouth and slid her fingers inside.

  I shifted my hips as I sucked, struck by the sweet tang of her essence, which filled me with renewed hunger for her. I could feast on her pussy for hours and never grow tired.

  ‘Oh fuck,’ I gasped as she pulled her hand away and bent down to lick at one of my nipples. ‘You’re killing me, Alex. I need to be inside you.’

  ‘I want you there. Can I touch you first?’

  ‘Please.’ That single word was as close as I’d ever come to begging, but I wasn’t beneath doing that on my knees for any scrap she’d throw my way. I was fucking pussy whipped, completely under her thrall, and she seemed to have no idea how much she affected me. ‘Oh God.’

  My body shuddered as her hand slipped inside my damp trunks and connected with the tip of my cock.

  ‘You are wet,’ she exclaimed in wonder. ‘Can I taste you, too?’

  ‘Alex, you’re fucking killing me here,’ I grunted as she pulled her hand back out.

  ‘Mmmm.’ The sound of suction and that murmur nearly sent me over the edge and I had to grit my teeth as her hand delved back inside and slowly stroked my length and her lips met mine again. I could taste both of us combined on her lips. Sweet and salt combined. A delicious combination. ‘I want you inside me, Castle.’

  ‘Condom,’ I managed to huff out. She froze. Fuck.

  ‘I … I don’t have one … I didn’t think.’

  ‘Shit,’ I cursed. I didn’t have any either. ‘Do you take protection?’

  ‘No, but it’s the wrong time for me to get pregnant.’

  ‘I’m clean, and I trust you. Don’t stop now,’ I ordered. I stopped breathing as she carefully climbed off me, and only sucked in a lungful of air when I felt her tugging at my trunks. I lifted my butt to help her.

  ‘Oh God,’ she uttered. ‘It’s so … It’s been so long, is that normal size?’