Hannah tried her best to ignore their stares as she climbed the steps. Before the last of her courage left her, she pushed the bell on the side of the door.
It swung open. A man she had never seen before filled the doorway in front of her. Muscles pulled at the short sleeves of his plain black T-shirt. Hard brown eyes stared down at her. He had to be security.
“Hannah Jacobsen?” he said, before she had a chance to compose herself.
“Y-yes.”
Hannah’s brows pulled together as she stared at him. How did he know her name? As if in answer to her question, he put his hand up to his ear, and Hannah saw the thin wire that snaked out around his earlobe. After a second, he lowered his hand.
“Mr. Stark would like you to come in, Miss Jacobsen.” The man stepped back, allowing her just enough space to sneak inside.
Hannah took in a deep breath and nodded. “Thank you,” she said, but she didn’t move.
How many times had she stared at this door, wondering what was on the other side? Now that she finally had the chance to find out, she was paralyzed with fear. Hannah couldn’t delude herself any longer that there was even the slightest chance that she would be coming out of this place the same person that she had been going in.
At least the guard was a patient man. He held the door open while she played out this little drama in her head. His expression stayed impassive. He didn’t try to sway her either way.
After another few deep breaths, she stepped inside. The lobby didn’t look at all like she had anticipated. Hannah found herself in a marble covered hall that was better suited to her idea of a high end hotel than a kinky sex club.
“Mr. Stark would like me to take you to him right away, Miss Jacobsen,” the guard said.
Hannah nodded and followed him to a large staircase that zigzagged up to the top floors of the building. With each step, her anxiety built. By the time they had climbed the four stories to the top her hands were openly shaking.
“Are you nervous?” the guard asked. There was only kindness in his voice. It sounded strange coming from him, someone whose job it was to intimidate.
“Yeah,” Hannah admitted. What would be the point of trying to hide it. She’d already been called out once today for being a terrible liar.
For half a second, a smile cracked the guard’s stony facade. “It’s all right,” he said. “This is all fantasy. Nothing is going to happen to you that you don’t want. If something goes too far, you just say ‘red’. That means full stop. All right? It’s your parachute. It’s your safety net. You got that?”
Hannah nodded. Her breathing calmed a little…a very little.
The guard watched her for another moment before nodding. He led her down a long hallway. They passed several doors, each one indistinguishable from the next. Finally, he stopped in front of one. He didn’t bother looking at Hannah before he knocked on it. He was stiff, standing at attention again. Ready to carry out his orders.
“Come.” Gregory’s voice came loud and strong from the other side. The guard turned the knob and pushed the door open. Once more, he waited for her to enter. Hannah didn’t hesitate this time. But once she was inside, she became certain that someone had made a mistake. This couldn’t be where she was meant to go.
The room looked like it was still in the middle of being renovated. The floor was covered in dust and debris. The only light came from the windows and a couple of harsh, unshielded stand lights. The walls weren’t just unpainted, but, in some sections, the sheet rock and metal beams were exposed. It wasn’t until Hannah saw Geoffrey standing by the giant window that she accepted that this was where she was supposed to be.
Geoffrey’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, a posture that defined every muscle in his torso. He was calm, unnaturally so. She had expected to see some kind of excitement burning in his eyes, but there was only the same disciplined stare that she had met before, surging with power. She could see desire, yes, but it was tamped down so far below the surface that that it was hard to make out.
Hannah clasped her hands in front of her and glanced down on at the floor.
“Thank you, Marcus,” Geoffrey said slowly.
The guard had a name. Of course he did. Marcus. She had been so wrapped up in her own world that she had forgotten to ask it. Hannah turned her face to him.
“Yes, thank you, Marcus.”
He gave her the barest nod.
“Is there anything else you need, sir?” Marcus asked.
Geoffrey shook his head.
Hannah watched the guard go, half hoping he would have just a few more words of encouragement for her before he disappeared. But he didn’t even so much as make eye contact with her before shutting the door firmly behind him.
Hannah turned around slowly. She was alone with Geoffrey Stark, him on one side of the room, her on the other. Silence stretched between them for a long moment. The nervous shake in her hands returned. Hannah looked at the discarded construction tools on the floor, at the holes in the walls, at the twinkling skyline out the windows—anywhere but at him.
“I knew you would come,” he said, after a full minute had passed.
“Really?”
“Really.” Geoffrey peeled off his coat and draped it over the wide window sill behind him.
“I don’t see how you could have. I didn’t make up my mind either way until about five minutes ago.”
“No. You made up your mind long before that. You were decided before you left me this morning.”
He walked the short distance to a tool cart that had been pushed into a corner. Hannah stiffened as he picked a perfectly coiled length of tan rope hanging off one of the hooks.
“How do you like the room I choose for us?” he asked.
Hannah shrugged. “It doesn’t look like it’s quite finished yet.”
“Exactly,” Geoffrey said, uncurling the rope and letting it dangle from his hand. It was long enough that the tips grazed against the floor as he walked toward her.
“I-I don’t understand.”
Geoffrey stepped behind her. Hannah felt frozen, like an animal trapped by a predator. There was nothing to do but wait for him to strike. She hissed in a breath and felt a shiver run its course through her body.
“You will,” he said. “Take off your shoes.”
Hannah raised her brows. “Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
“That’s not really a reason.”
Geoffrey cupped his hand over her shoulder. He didn’t grab her—nothing so violent as that—but she could still feel the strength that poured out of him. Her belly did a little flip.
“It’s the only reason that you need.”
“Okay,” Hannah said as she kicked off her pumps. She reminded herself of what Marcus had said. This was all fantasy. Nothing more. So why did it feel so real?
“Give me your hands,” Geoffrey said.
“What are you going to do?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. She knew. How could she not? Her grace period had ended.
Hannah’s hands trembled as she slid them behind her. Geoffrey positioned her arms so that her elbows were at right angles to each other and pulled them together so they made a tight square. Her shoulders pulled back, forcing her chest out. Hannah had to widen her stance to make up for the unnatural position, leaving her legs slightly spread. She had no doubt that Geoffrey Stark knew exactly what he was doing.
He slowly wound the rope around one wrist, and then the other, so that both were bound to the opposite forearm. He gave her plenty of time to stop him, to say the word that the guard, Marcus, had promised would shut everything down. But she didn’t. Instead, Hannah stood there quietly and let the thoughts of what Geoffrey might do to her after he was finished run rampant through her mind.
When the last knot was tied, Geoffrey ran his fingers down the bare skin of her arm. A swath of goosebumps sprung up in their wake. He flattened his palm out on the small of her back and followed
the arrow-straight line of her spine up. The thin silk of her blouse was the only barrier between them, and she was grateful for it. She already felt as exposed and vulnerable as she could stand right now.
Geoffrey’s fingers wrapped around the column of her neck and pulled back. Panic surged through Hannah as she stumbled, unable to right herself, until she crashed into the hard wall of his chest.
He kept her like that, leaning against him at an odd angle, dependent on his strength to keep her upright. She didn’t dare move. Her heart sped and she began to feel the effects of all the extra blood flowing through her. She felt warm, tingly. Her pussy felt full and flushed.
Geoffrey’s hand tightened around the base of her neck. He leaned in close and whispered against her ear.
“Are you frightened?”
“A little.” She wasn’t sure what answer he wanted, for her to be brave, or for her to be honest.
His laugh was cold, but his breath warmed the sensitive skin of her earlobe. “Just a little?”
Her shivers had turned to full on trembling now. There was no point in lying, not when her body was screaming the truth.
“Yes, I’m afraid,” she said.
“I understand. You’ve never tied up. You’ve never been helpless and completely dependent on the mercy of another, have you?”
Hannah nodded even though she knew very well that she didn’t have to. He knew the answer. Just like he seemed to know the answers to everything about her. All of the things that she didn’t dare say aloud, he could see just by looking at her.
“You’re nervous because you’re wondering what to do. How to react. How to catch yourself if you fall.”
He stepped back an inch, and Hannah’s heart seized as gravity took hold of her. But she only fell an inch before she crashed into Geoffrey’s hard chest. This time, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
“Don’t,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry about those things. Give in. Give up your control and your fear to me.”
Give in, it was an alluring idea. Give up all her worries to him, and he would carry them. Just for a little bit. An hour, maybe. He certainly seemed strong enough. But what did she really know about him? How could she hand over such a precious thing to stranger.
“You’re worried,” he said. He stroked her throat, one finger tracing up and down the long column. Hannah tried to suppress her shivers, but they broke free anyway. “You’re thinking that I am a stranger. How could you possibly trust me to know just how far to go, or when to stop? What if I push you too far over the edge?”
Hannah swallowed down hard. Dear god, she wanted this, but did she even know what this was?
“But you do know me, Hannah. That’s why you sought me out. You came to see me every day, knowing I was the one who could give you what you longed for. And I can. But you’re going to have to trust me, Hannah. You’re going to have to believe that I will take care of you when you break. And you do want to break, Hannah. It’s what you’re the most afraid of, and what you crave the most.”
His words caressed against her ear, soft and low, but every bit as strong as the rest of him. Hannah closed her eyes. There was something about him—his voice, his strength, his calm control. Everything about him surrounded her in a mesmerizing cloud that pushed out her own fearful thoughts. Her tension began to dissipate, and she melted back into him.
“Do you have any idea how long I have waited for you?” he asked.
“Approximately nine and a half hours,” Hannah answered.
He breathed out a short laugh. “Before that. You don’t have any idea of how long I’ve been looking for you, do you? You don’t have any idea what you really are.”
He pushed her upright and came around to face her.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with that Ashira woman again, does it?” Hannah asked. She’d just started to relax, but just remembering that crazy lady made her nerves return.
“It has everything to do with her,” he said. “What did she tell you about me? And don’t even think about lying to me this time. I’ll know.”
Geoffrey stepped closer, and Hannah stepped back until she was flush against the wall.
“She said lot of ridiculous things. She said that she was a goddess. She said that you were her servant. And…”
“Go on,” he commanded.
“She said that I was her present to you for your service.”
He smiled at her words. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a folded utility knife. Fear returned full force as he swung out the long, silver blade.
Hannah struggled to pull her arms free, but they were held fast. She thrashed harder, but it was no use. The harsh grain of the rope bit into her skin as she squirmed.
“Shhh,” Geoffrey whispered, pressing his finger to her lips. “I would never harm you. You far too precious to me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You’re a present. I’m going to open you.”
Hannah trembled as she looked up into his eyes. She had to trust him. She did trust him.
Geoffrey grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled the silk tight. There a slight tug at her neck as the knife bit into the material at her collar. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled his arm down hard, rending the blouse in two.
Hannah gasped as the cool air hit her skin, but she didn't have much time to react before he crouched down and slid the blade beneath the loose cuff of her pants. One leg ripped away easily. Then the other. The sound of tearing fabric filled the empty space of the room.
Hannah trembled as Geoffrey stood, but this time it had nothing to do with fear. She was bound and helpless before him with the tattered remains of her clothes hanging off of her like rags, but, heaven help her, she liked it. Want had taken root within her, and now it was growing, hot and fast, deep within her core.
Geoffrey covered the plane of her belly with his flat palm. It was a simple touch, but there was a world of meaning behind it. She couldn't hide anything from him. Not anymore. If he wanted something, he was going to take it.
He slipped a finger beneath the elastic band of her lace panties. Hannah braved a look down. His fingertip caressed the line of her hip bone. He pulled the waistband out until it was stretched tight. Then he let it snap back.
A little cry escaped Hannah's lips, as it hit against her skin. Everything inside of her was wound so tight, like a wire about to snap.
A little smile played around the corners of Geoffrey's lips as he slipped the knife beneath the band.
“Do you want me to do it?” he asked.
Hannah drew the corner of her lower lip in between her teeth, afraid to answer. After a few seconds had ticked by, he raised a brow, but didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She could read his face clear enough. I have all night. He could wait her out. She had no doubt of that.
“Y-yes.” Her voice was every bit as shaky as the rest of her.
He didn't waste anytime. Two sharp pulls on either hip and the lace fell away from her, baring her to him completely.
Geoffrey didn't take his eyes off of hers as he skimmed his hand down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. Hannah’s breath caught in her throat as he cupped her pussy.
“You're wound so tight. It wouldn't take much to have you shattering in my hand. Just a little here.” His middle finger pressed up against her clit, and Hannah’s legs began to tremble. Heat surged to the spot where his flesh met hers.
“Would you like that?” he asked.
Hannah didn’t answer. Instead she tilted her pelvis forward, increasing the pressure on her clit. For a moment the pleasure was nearly blinding. Then, without warning, he pulled his hand away.
Hannah cried out in frustration. Geoffrey grinned at her distress. He liked seeing her this riled up, she realized. He liked being in control of her reactions. And she liked it too.
“That’s not how this works, love” he said. “If I ask you a question, you answer me.”
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“Please. Touch me. Please.” The words flowed from her lips in a breathless rush.
“Again,” he demanded. A sly grin spread across his face. “This time with a little respect.”
“Please, sir.”
“Good girl,” he whispered as he leaned in close.
The intimacy of his kiss took her by surprise. He moved his mouth soft and slow over hers. His tongue swept over her bottom lip, sending shivers up her spine. He pulled away just as he pressed his fingers hard against her wet pussy.
Hannah’s head fell back. The mere presence of his hand on her was enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm.
There was more spurring her on than just his touch. It was his power, his control, his dominance over her. He made her feel whatever he wanted, whether it was frustration, or uncertainty or searing pleasure. She was here to do one thing and one thing only—feel.
He moved his fingers in small circles, keeping torturously hard pressure against her clit. She closed her eyes. Blood rushed in her ears, blocking out all other sounds. Her breath puffed out in short bursts. Everything inside her obeyed the rhythm of his touch.
It took only seconds for him to push her over the edge of reason. The electric pulse of orgasm shook every part of her. It was made all the more powerful by her inability to move or pull away.
Hannah opened her eyes as Geoffrey pulled his hand from her.
“I came,” she said, once she was able to regain control of her breathing.
“I know,” he said with a grin. “I thought it best to get that first one out of the way. Now you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“For me.”
Geoffrey wrapped one hand around her shoulder and led her toward the center of the room. There was still a glimmer of hesitance left in her. The bright glare of the work lights left more shadows than they reveled, and Hannah found that she couldn’t shake the last of her fears.
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