“Pain?”
“Don’t be closed minded.” He sounded offended. “It’s the thin line between pleasure and pain that turns people on. Look, come here.” He pulled my arms up over my head and secured a rope around them. “I’ll show you a few things that you can take back home to your fiancée. Does this hurt?”
“No.”
He tightened the rope and the bristles started to rub into my skin. “How about now?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, good.”
“Good?”
He nodded and took a few steps back. “So, right now your arms are suspended in the air and you don’t have full control of yourself. You’re submitting that remaining power to your significant other.”
“I’m sure he would love that...” I mumbled.
“Hmmm...How about adding this too?” He hoisted my body up from the floor by a few inches. Then he spread my legs wide and clamped each of my ankles to heavy weights. “How do you feel now?”
“I drank a whole lot of alcohol tonight...I’m honestly not sure if this is really happening or not...”
He laughed and walked over to a table, unwrapping a black box. “We sell pleasure kits at the gift shop upstairs, but seeing as though you’re almost Mrs. Statham, I’ll make sure you get a bunch of them for free.” He brought the box over to me and showed me a state of the art vibrator with several smaller pleasure toys.
“Do you think you’d be willing to try some of the more daring things at home?” Sean shut the box and gestured to the other things in the room.
“Are my eyes red? Do they look puffy to you?”
He smiled and pinched my cheek. “I think you’ll warm up to it one day. I’ll go get the steamer and some bottled water from next door. I’ll untie you the second I get back. Hopefully ten more seconds like this will convince you to try it, right?”
I laughed at his enthusiasm and shook my head as he walked away.
I looked around the room again, wondering why I’d ever doubted Helen when she promised an “over the top” party. She’d truly outdone herself and the week wasn’t even over.
I tried to move my legs and get down, but it was no use. It’d only been a few seconds, but it felt like they were falling asleep. With the amount of alcohol that was coursing through my veins, I knew I was about to pass out if I didn’t get down soon.
I’m going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow...
My eyes were struggling to stay open and the heat from the candles was making me sweat. I wished he’d at least tied me up closer to the door—or at least let me face it, so I could be closer to the air vents.
“Sean!” I called out.
I heard the door opening and I sighed, relieved. “Look, Sean. You don’t need to give me a massage. Just cut me down from this and I’ll lie and say everything was great. I’m starting to feel a bit—”
“Is this the type of shit that turns you on, Claire?” The sound of Jonathan’s voice made my heart race ten times faster.
“Jonathan?!” I felt him kissing the back of my neck. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He pressed another kiss against my skin, ignoring my question. He ran his hands up and down my sides and I could sense him smiling. “So, there was some truth in what you told our therapist about our intimacy problems? You aren’t satisfied with our regular sex?”
“Traditional sex.” I fired back and heard him laugh.
“I’m learning so many new things about you lately, Future Wife...First, you take exotic classes after work, and now you’re into bondage...Are there any more secrets you want to tell me about before we tie the knot? Do you strip for extra money on the weekends?”
I rolled my eyes. “Could you hurry up and untie me please?”
“Untie you? Why would I do that?” He planted kisses down the exposed groove of my back. Then he secured the ropes even tighter around my wrists.
“What are you doing?!”
He stepped around to face me. “Were you about to let that man touch you?”
“You’re really not going to untie me?”
“It looks like you were about to let him touch what’s mine...” He stepped forward and kissed my lips, slipping his hands underneath the fabric of my dress. “Is this how you normally dress behind my back? This dress shows everything...You might as well be naked...”
“Untie me. Right now, Jonathan.”
“I don’t think so.” He kissed me again, whispering, “I don’t know who you are anymore, Claire...”
I let out a sigh, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything further because he clamped my lips shut with his fingers.
Glaring at me, he wrapped his other arm around my waist. “I don’t give a damn if he is gay. No other man massages you. Ever. Are we clear?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“We’re clear.”
He stared at me a few more seconds before letting me go. He walked over to the table and grabbed the box Sean had opened. Then he set it behind me and muttered something to himself I couldn’t hear.
I tried to turn around and see what he was doing, but it was no use. I couldn’t move my legs, and the bristles from the rope were really starting to hurt.
I suddenly felt him pressing kisses against the back of my shoulders, reaching around me and squeezing my breasts.
“Have you enjoyed being abstinent this week?” He sounded amused.
“It’s been the best week of my life.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. It’s been so much fun that I don’t think I want to have sex ever again.”
He let out a low laugh and gently pulled my head back with my hair—until I was looking up at him. “I think the last few nights have been the worst nights of your life...”
I didn’t say anything. I kept the slight smirk on my face and looked into his eyes.
“I think you’ve tossed and turned in your sleep—wishing I was here, so I could help relieve that longing ache between your thighs.” He lowered his voice. “And I know you’ve woken up every morning, reaching for me...” He pulled my hair a little more and pressed his lips against mine for an upside down kiss. “Because I’ve reached for you...”
My heart fluttered and I lifted my head forward. “Please untie me...”
He didn’t answer so I repeated myself.
Nothing.
”Jonathan?” I called his name again and tried to tilt my head back, but I felt him pressing a buzzing vibrator against me.
“Did you pack one of these in your suitcase?” he whispered into my ear.
Yes...“No.”
“Are you sure?” He held me steady with his other hand. “The infamous purple one was missing from your closet the other day...”
“Were you planning to use it on yourself while I was gone? Patiently awaiting the opportunity?”
He trailed the vibrator around to my stomach and pulled me back against him, letting me feel his hardened dick against my skin. “I thought we agreed on no self-pleasure either...” He softly bit my shoulder. “You’re cheating on me with a vibrator?”
My voice caught in my throat as he trailed his other hand against my sides and up to my bound wrists. He started to rub his palm against the rope, chafing my skin.
“Jonathan...That hurts...”
He continued rubbing against it, forcing the bristles to slowly tear into my flesh, and he suddenly stopped.
I heard a clanking noise above me—the harsh sound of metal grinding against metal. Then I felt my body slowly tilting to my right—turning and turning until I was upside down with my entangled fingertips grazing the floor.
I looked up and saw Jonathan standing in between my legs, and I swallowed. “What are you doing?”
He snatched my panties off and slipped his tongue in between my legs, making me cry out.
Ignoring my moans, he held a strange bottle over me and squeezed it—letting the warm liquid drizzle all over me.
I shut my eyes as blood rushed to m
y head, as he dipped his head low again and teasingly slid his tongue into me. I started to relax as he established a torturous rhythm: probing his tongue in and out of me, swirling it against my clit, French kissing my lips...
I felt my insides quivering, begging for more, but he stopped.
I looked up at him in confusion—longing for him to continue, but he laughed and grabbed something off the table.
Before I could say anything, he smacked my ass with a leather whip. Hard.
I screamed out and he smacked it again. And again.
“This is what you honestly like?” He placed the tip of the whip between my legs, tapping it against my swollen lower lips. “I’m not going to turn you right side up unless you tell me the truth...Is this what you like?”
I didn’t answer. I just moaned as he dropped the whip to the floor and positioned his dick against me.
I braced myself for the much needed sex—using what little control I had to flex my hips, but he grabbed my waist and held me still.
“Do you know how hard it is not to fuck you right now, Claire?” He rubbed his dick against me—back and forth, again and again—but not entering me.
I scraped my nails against the floor to deflect some of the pleasure, and tried not to cry out in utter frustration.
I failed.
“Please, Jonathannnn...”
He slipped two fingers inside of me, groaning once he felt how wet I was. He slowly slid them in and out, making both of us moan with each deep stroke.
I shook my head and bit my lip, begging him to stand me up and fuck me, but he answered each of my pleas with a tender kiss against my thighs.
He continued to torture me with his fingers, and my thoughts became hazy; I started to feel familiar tremors traveling up and down my body.
“Ohhhh, god...” I started shaking—convulsing, getting ready to let go. But he didn’t let me cum.
He flipped me right side up in seconds and looked into my eyes.
Holding the vibrator against my clit, he brought his face close to mine and whispered. “How would you like me to finish this?”
By fucking me...
“I can’t read your mind.” He lied, smiling. “How would you like me to finish this?”
“By fucking me...”
“With my mouth?”
“With your dick...Now please.”
“I don’t think it would be special if we had sex right now...” He moved the vibrator away and my insides continued to throb in tortured pleasure. “It wouldn’t make us feel intimate...”
“Please...” I pleaded with my eyes and I could tell he was about to give in. I tried to push myself forward so I could kiss his lips, so I could convince him that I needed this, but he stepped back.
“After we’re married.” He kissed the tip of my nose and pulled his pants back up, leaving me panting and utterly lost. He freed my legs from the weights and slowly untied the rope from around my hands.
I fell into him and told him to take me back to my suite, but he lifted me up and laid me on the table, flat on my stomach. I didn’t even bother asking why. I was too frustrated.
I shut my eyes and vowed not to speak to him for a while, but I suddenly felt him placing warm stones down the center of my back. “Talk to me...” he whispered.
“About what? Sexual frustration?”
“If that’s what you want...”
I sighed. “Did my friends see you? Do they know that you’re here?”
“No.” He kneaded his hands against my sides. “They were way too drunk to pay attention to anything. I had Greg take them back to your villa so they wouldn’t pass out in that so-called club.”
“How thoughtful of you...”
He added a few more warm stones against my back. “Thank you.”
“What happened to your Vegas party? Was it that boring that you felt the need to come and ruin mine?”
“I didn’t ruin your party.” He kissed my hair. “I was having a pretty good time in Vegas, but I received a distractingly sexy ‘makeover’ picture from my fiancée while I was at a club.”
“I don’t remember typing ‘come crash my party’ at the bottom of it.”
“It was implied.” He pushed my new swooped bangs away from my face. “I didn’t want to wait until you came home to see you like this.”
“Really? Because I think it’s because you can’t go more than three days without touching me.”
“Four. I do have some restraint.”
I rolled my eyes and felt him removing the stones. “I’m never drinking that much again...I can’t even remember how many shots I had...Oh, and just so there are no secrets between us: I danced with a lot of men, tonight. And you know what? I loved it, just like Helen said I would...”
“Shhhh.” He sighed as he began pressing his hands into my back. “Be quiet, Claire.”
“No...You said you wanted me to talk.” I shut my eyes. “If you can crash my party and deny me sex, you can listen to...” I yawned. “You can let me tell you...” His hands felt too good to be true. “All about...”
Everything went black.
I woke up and realized I was in my suite. The sun was slowly rising outside my window and Jonathan was standing over me, fully dressed and fluffing my pillow. On the nightstand to my left he’d placed three bottles of orange juice, a bottle of Tylenol, and a note: “Enjoy the rest of your week in Costa Rica, Future Wife.”
“You’re leaving?” My throat was dry.
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Your friends will be waking up soon. I’m sure you’ll want to rehash last night with them. Tell Helen to send me the receipt for the villa and anything she and your friends bought this week. I’ll reimburse whatever she spent.”
“Okay...Can you take a shower with me before you go?”
“Of course.” He smiled and slid his arms beneath me to pick me up. He carried me into the bathroom and quickly removed my slip.
As he placed me inside the shower and turned on the water, I thought about how I was going to seduce him and make him give me some damn sex.
He’d been right hours ago. The last few nights had been horrible. My body craved his body every night; it ached for his touch like it wouldn’t survive without it.
I can’t believe I asked him to be abstinent! What the hell was I thinking?!
He joined me underneath the steamy water and ran his fingers through my damp bangs. “I really love what they did to your hair. Are they doing it for our wedding?”
I nodded. “In exchange for throwing a party on one of your yachts this winter. I already told them they could.”
“What if I say no?”
“I’m a co-owner. It doesn’t matter what you say.”
He smiled and I didn’t bother wasting another second. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him deeply, using my hands to massage his dick.
Before he could tell me to stop, I bent down and took him into my mouth—moving him in and out until he was rock hard.
I looked up at him as I slid my tongue around and he seemed surprised, but he pulled me up and kissed me.
As the water continued to fall over us, he kept his lips attached to mine and wrapped his arms around my waist.
I felt his dick pressing against my stomach and murmured, “Please...” but he continued his deep and passionate kiss. He rolled his tongue around mine and bit my bottom lip whenever I tried to pull away from him.
I was completely breathless when he released me and spun me around to face the wall. He gripped my hips and adjusted my stance—slowly tilting me forward for easy access.
I moaned as he reached around and caressed my breasts, as he placed a wet kiss against the groove of my back.
“Are you sure you want this?” he whispered.
“Yes...”
He gripped my hips even tighter and pressed his dick against me. Then he slid his hand between my legs and groaned as he touched my swollen clit.
“I want to fuck you so badly, Claire..
.” he whispered. “You have no idea...Enjoy the rest of your trip.” He suddenly let me go and stepped out of the shower.
I gasped and braced the wall. “What?!”
More frustrated than ever, I turned the water off and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked back into my room and crossed my arms once I saw that he was putting his clothes back on.
“You’re leaving?”
He smirked and zipped up his pants.
“You’re not going to have sex with me?”
“Of course I am.” He walked over and kissed my cheek. “After we’re married.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his finger against my lips. “I’ll pick you up from the airstrip the second you get back. I want to take you on a date after you settle back into your job.” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Claire.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Say it back.”
“Make me...” I gave him my best seductive look.
He smiled and pulled me close. “Once I commit to doing something—whatever that something may be, I never back down from it. You can keep trying to tempt me—you’re very good by the way, but I made a promise and I never break my promises...Now, say it back.”
“I love you too.”
He kissed me one last time and I watched him leave through my side door. He looked over his shoulder every few seconds and smiled at me, so I waited until he was no longer in my sight.
I immediately rushed over to my suitcase and searched for my vibrator so I could end this frustration myself. I pulled the flap open where I knew I’d placed it, but it wasn’t there. Instead, there was a folded napkin with a note: “No cheating, Future Wife. You’ll get it back AFTER the wedding :-)”
I cursed under my breath and headed for the kitchen, where Bobbie Jo, Kim, and Helen were all staring at me with looks of horror on their faces.
“You brought someone home with you from the club last night? And don’t you dare lie because we all heard voices this morning.” Helen practically lost it. “That’s not like you at all, Claire! What the hell were you thinking?!”
“What? You think I cheated on Jonathan?”
“It doesn’t matter what we think.” Bobbie Jo stood up and paced the floor. “It’s okay. We can definitely fix this...I know we told you to let go, but you weren’t supposed to completely let go...You’re marrying Jonathan-fucking-Statham! You don’t need to experience any other man, ever!”
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