Souls ReAligned

by Tricia Daniels

  She feels her inner submissive cheer, as she watches the last of his control dissolve. A shiver pulses through her body, making her painfully aware of her wicked dark side that needs him to wield power over her. Her body burns hotter at the thought. She feels it now: his fingerprints on her soul, marking her for eternity as his own.

  Reaching behind her, he unhooks her bra. Sliding it off her shoulders, he tosses it to the side. The look in his eyes is raw and savage. He reaches up and roughly pinches her sensitive nipple, making her yelp and wince. Leaning away from the pain, she finds herself with no place left to go and stumbles back onto the bed.

  Flirting with danger, she tries to break away from him and escape over the side, but he’s too quick for her. Grabbing for her and pulling her back, he traps her between the bed and his hard body. “Where do you think you’re going? Did you have somewhere to go?” he asks in a low growl, mocking her for trying to escape. He slides his hand down underneath her panties and across her swollen wet pussy. “Because it seems to me that you’re rather enjoying yourself.”

  Trying desperately to stay in the scene, she tries to hide a smile. If he only knew how much she was enjoying herself. She wants this; she’s ready.

  “Bind my hands,” she begs him, making him look up at her.

  Ethan shakes his head, “No. We don’t need to go there,” he says, determined to hold on to that last strand of control. Rolling his body to the side, he grasps her panties on both sides, slowly sliding them down. Her breathing hitches, as his fingertips skim along sensitive nerves.

  Determined to make him bind her, she quickly grasps at the material. Holding the waistband, she tries to prevent him from removing them. Impatiently, he grabs her wrist and pulls it over her head, then the other, holding them both in one of his large hands.

  “Please,” she begs. “Bind them. I want you to.” She struggles as he tightens his grip around her wrists in a silent warning.

  “Don’t move them!” he demands, ignoring her request again. Letting go of her wrists, he tries again to rid her of her panties. Challenging his authority, she reaches down and tries to stop him again.

  Cursing he sits up, throwing his leg over top of her, so that he’s on his knees straddling her hips. His weight presses her down into the mattress with his powerful thighs.

  His nostrils flaring, he looks at her. “Olivia,” he says softly.

  She nods, “I’m okay. Do it. Please.”

  Ethan’s cock swells painfully in his pants. Taking a deep breath, he prays that giving in to her demand is the right choice. He wants this, too. He’s dreamed about it a thousand times. Desire thrums through his veins, heightening his arousal. She gives him a slight smile as he nods his head once, and finally gives in.

  “I guess we’re going to do this the hard way,” he warns with his tone as he starts to undo his belt. “You’re earlier request left me unprepared. Luckily, as I’ve mentioned before… I’m very resourceful.” Slowly tugging at the end of the fabric belt, he eases it through the belt loops. When he has the entire length of it completely undone and in his hand, she throbs and dampens, realizing that he means to bind her hands with it.

  “I’d give you another chance to keep them still above your head, but I don’t believe you’ll do it.” Threading the end of the belt through the buckle, he forms a loop and then snares it around her wrists pulling it tight. Checking to make sure that he’s not cut off her circulation, he secures the other end to the headboard; testing to make sure she can’t pull it free.

  His erection strains against the fabric of his pants, desperately aching for release. Surging to his feet, he strips them off. Turning to look at her, bound to his bed, he fights to calm his thundering pulse. Peeling down his boxers, he reveals his heavy cock, surging upwards and pulsing.

  The wall of muscle standing in front of her makes her squeeze her thighs together, trying to alleviate the fever that burns there. Her small moans of pleasure rev up his desire, tightening his already aching balls.

  Climbing back into the bed beside her, he checks once again that she’s properly restrained. His lips brush fire across her skin. He kisses his way down her neck to her breast, tormenting her with hard pulls and nipping teeth until she’s almost whimpering.

  “Please,” she doesn’t mean to beg. She’s supposed to resist him, but she’s almost beyond her ability to focus anymore and she needs relief.

  Finally, he strips down her panties and pulls them free. Tossing them to the floor he kisses his way down her stomach. Pressing his hands between her thighs, he pulls them apart. “Spread yourself wide for me!” he commands, his voice dark and edgy, vibrating over her skin. She quivers in anticipation as she spreads herself, making room for him. Hands bound, she completely submits to him. He moves to kneel between her legs but he’s still not happy with her effort. “Wider!” he says, as he uses his knees to push them further apart.

  Sliding his thumbs across her swollen folds, he parts her, exposing her throbbing clit. Feeling the warmth of his breath makes her want his mouth on her, more than anything she has ever wanted before. The long hard drag of his tongue across it makes her arch her hips upwards searching for more of his mouth. Surrounding the sensitive knot of nerves with his lips, he skillfully works her into a frenzy with his tongue, until her body is trembling with intense pleasure. His fingers work in and out of her feverishly, massaging the sensitive spot inside her, pushing her closer to her release. He knows that she’s ready when her pussy tightens around his fingers. A few small pulls of suction with his mouth on her over-stimulated clit, makes her lose control and erupt into spasms of pleasure. She screams out his name. Her wrists painfully straining against her restraints, as her body pulses, and the waves of her orgasm finally subside.

  Ethan quickly climbs up her body using his powerful biceps to hover over her and lines up his aching cock. “I need to be inside of you,” he grunts, as he rocks his hips forward looking for entrance.

  Finally, coming down from ecstasy Olivia remembers the scene, she’s supposed to struggle. Resist. Using every ounce of physical strength she has left, she manages to slam her thighs shut. Twisting her hips under his hard body, she makes him miss his target, grazing his hard shaft heavily against her thigh.

  “Fuck!” he growls. Lifting his head, he warns her with an angry stare, his eyes dark and scary. Reaching down, he grabs her knee and pulls her back underneath him, “Who do you think you’re fooling? You can try to pretend that you don’t want me inside you, but your body doesn’t lie. I can hear your heart pounding. I can feel the excitement in the way you respond. And this…” Rubbing his hand over her smooth, clean mound, he pushes it between her still closed legs. “I love how wet you get for me, you’re so responsive. You want me in here.”

  She breathes in quickly as he inserts a finger, just briefly, and then removes it. Drawing moisture up toward her still swollen clit, he teases her with small circles purposely delivered so lightly, that she knows it’s deliberately meant to frustrate her.

  When he inserts two fingers, and slides them in and out slowly, her arousal begins to build again. Clenching around them, she arches her hips, trying to press harder against his hand. His knee forcefully pushes between her legs making them open wider. This time he uses both hands to push them apart, while he settles his hips between her thighs. With his hands on her hips, he holds her down with firm pressure as he leans forward and drives into her with fierce need. “Come again for me!” he demands with absolute control in his Irish brogue.

  “I can’t,” she whispers, barely come down from the first one. With the overwhelming need to touch him, she pulls on the belt wrapped around her wrists trying to free them.

  “You will,” he says, picking up speed and unleashing powerful thrusts. His pelvis rubs across her clit on every forward stroke with unbearable friction. Struggling against the restraints, she becomes exhausted at her efforts to free her hands so she can touch him. The rough fabric starts to chafe and dig into her wrists
as it rubs against her damp skin.

  “Untie my hands,” she pleads quietly as she nears her breaking point. Her request goes unheard. Using the safe word would bring everything to a complete stop. She doesn’t want that to happen. She just needs to touch him, “Ethan, please,” she says louder, “Untie me.”

  Feeling the subtle change in her body language beneath him, he pulls himself out of the scene. Letting reality set back in, Ethan slows his movements and then stops. Supporting his weight on one forearm, he reaches up to release the belt from where it’s tied to the bed. When Olivia lowers her aching arms, he holds the one end of the belt in his teeth and pulls the other end releasing the knot in one quick maneuver. One wrist at a time he frees them from their bonds, his soft lips lightly pressing against the chaffed skin in a nurturing kiss. She sighs in sheer relief, as he tosses the belt to the floor.

  Immediately, she tangles her fingers through his hair and pulls him closer. Her lips search for his in a desperate need to connect with him on a more intimate level. There’s no doubt that she responded to the play of false resistance. She desired it. Needed it. Now she needs more, something inside her needs to know that he’s here with her. She needs his intimacy… his heart.

  As always, Ethan knows exactly what she needs. Raising himself slightly, adjusting his position, he slowly starts to push inside her again. His face only inches away, he stares into her eyes. If love enters through the eyes, he’s just professed it, assuring her that in this life and every other he’ll look after her and keep her safe. That’s not all that she sees there. In those meadow green eyes, she sees the promise that he’ll never give up on her.

  Rolling his hips and sliding deeper inside her, he resumes his thrusting, all the while holding her gaze. With slow and steady strokes, he delivers the pressure she needs. “Come for me again,” he whispers against her mouth. As her second orgasm begins bearing down on her, she clamps down around him squeezing tightly. The coiling in his groin grows stronger, more forceful. He buries his face in her neck as his balls pull tighter and his breathing comes in short hot pants against her skin.

  Her hands trail desperately down his body, feeling his warm damp skin. Gripping his hips and thighs, she holds him as close as possible. Fever sears through her body, erupting into another fierce orgasm. Trembling with pleasure, she tilts her hips, sinking him deeper. With a harsh curse he jolts violently, slamming his hips against her pelvis. Coming hard, he calls out her name in a strained voice.

  Collapsing on top of her, completely spent, he tries to calm his breathing. His body involuntarily twitches for the next few moments as he comes back to reality. When he’s once again capable of rational thought, he has a moment of distress. Rolling quickly off her, he grabs her wrists and pulls them into his view. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Assessing the marks with concern, he frowns when he sees the raised skin, rubbed red and raw where the belt restrained her. “I did hurt you. Why didn’t you stop me?”

  Olivia pulls her wrists out of his hands and then cups his face, running her thumbs across his jaw line. “You didn’t hurt me,” she says convincingly, before brushing a kiss across his lips.

  “Never again,” he vows, ashamed at his loss of control. “That’s never happening again.”

  She halts him with a finger against his mouth as he pulls away to say something. “Shhhhh. It’s just two little marks on my skin. It doesn’t hurt. Tomorrow every time I look at them I’m going to think about the scorching sex we just had and wish that we could do it again.”

  Ethan sighs heavily and rolls on his back, pulling her with him and tucking her into his shoulder, “I don’t know if what that crazy lady says is true, but I do know this… in this life, you’re perfect for me. In every way you’re my equal, we fit together.”

  Stroking his hand through her hair, he holds her against his chest. She yawns, exhausted from the energy she spent resisting. Enveloped in his loving embrace she drifts off to sleep.

  Ethan awakens, sensing her absence in his arms. Reaching for her in the darkness, he discovers her side of the bed is empty. Opening his eyes, he sits up searching the room. With his eyes full of concern, he frowns when he finds her standing by the window. He has an overwhelming need to look after this woman. Seeing her so heavyhearted, and not knowing why, cuts deep into his soul. Standing in front of the cool glass, wearing nothing but his t-shirt, she shivers. Ethan can see the goose bumps on her skin in the glow of the moonlight. Quietly, he edges his way to the side of the bed and sits. Gripping the corners of the blanket, he pulls it up over his shoulders as he stands.

  Wondering if she’s had another nightmare, he moves behind her, pressing his chest against her back. Sweeping his arms around her waist, he wraps the blanket around them, sheltering her in its safety and warmth. Resting his cheek on the side of her face, he lowers his mouth to her ear, “Can’t sleep?”

  She tries to shake her head but her neck feels too heavy to move. The moon illuminates the window, allowing him to admire her beauty in its reflection. Suddenly it dawns on him. His emotions twist around in his gut like a knife at the thought of her sister’s words. How could someone so beautiful feel she’s unworthy of love? All he can think about is making things right. “Olivia?” he whispers in her ear, “You know I love you, right?” The words are out of his mouth before he has time to stop himself. “Because I do. I want you to know that. I haven’t said the words yet because I didn’t think you were ready to hear them. Until you’re ready… I need you to know that the feelings… those feelings, are there for me.”

  The long silence is unbearable for him. Just when it’s almost too painful to endure any longer she whispers softly, “I feel that way too.”

  Feeling dizzy, he breathes out long and hard, not realizing that he had been holding his breath. Nuzzling his cheek against hers, he kisses her gently. Opening his eyes, he feels suddenly alarmed as something damp runs down her cheek. As he skims his lips across her face, he can taste the salt from her tears.

  “Hey,” he says to her with concern in his voice. “Hey.” He tries to soothe her again. “Shhhhh. Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry. Tell me what’s wrong,” he asks helplessly. The blanket drops to the floor as he uses both hands to turn her toward him. As he wraps his arms around her again, she buries her face against his chest. Feeling her tears against his skin, he strokes her hair trying to console her. Her breathing jumps and she sniffles, trying to regain her composure. He’s at a loss, not knowing what to do. His lips hover at the top of her head, “Sweetheart. I promise to take care of you. No one will ever hurt you again. Trust me.”

  Olivia moves her hand to his chest, rubbing it against his skin and trying to erase the tracks of her tears. Lifting her head, she looks up into his eyes and nods.

  Thank Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Finally, he’s making some headway. A grin begins to form on his lips as he scoops his arms under her legs and lifts her like a small child. “Back to bed for you,” he demands in that irresistible Irish accent. She giggles as he carries her back over to the bed and playfully tosses her in the middle. Jumping in beside her, he makes her bounce as he lands.

  Reaching for the hem, in one swift movement he rids her of the soggy t-Shirt. Feeling exposed, she sits straight up in protest, “Ethan.”

  “What’s wrong now?” he asks.

  She motions to the floor. “The blanket,” she whispers, suddenly feeling shy. Shaking his head, he raises his eyebrows, “You don’t need that.”

  “But…”

  Swiftly wrapping his body around her, pinning her to the bed under his hard body, he stops her protest. Nose to nose he grins down at her, “I’m going to keep you warm enough.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The sunshine gives the cooling fall air the illusion of warmth. During the drive home from the airport, Ethan spends several minutes on the phone arguing with the Artemis team in Ireland over their lack of progress. Stroking his hand, Olivia tries to calm his anger, but the vein on h
is forehead continues to pulse. Angry and agitated, he disconnects his call and throws his head back against the seat.

  Lifting his hand to her mouth, she kisses it and then places it against her cheek. Opening his eyes, he looks down at her sparkling hazel eyes. Her nurturing glow calms him. Moving his hand, he rakes it gently through her hair and away from her face. When she looks at him with that addicting feminine allure, his frown gently glides into a smile.

  Getting closer to Dufferin County, they decide to spend the rest of the day at Olivia’s house. Making himself comfortable on the couch, Ethan turns on the European soccer game and flips open her laptop to catch up on a few things. His stomach makes a loud, rambunctious, grumbling noise that makes him rub his hands across his rippling abs. “I need food,” he announces, as if she didn’t hear it for herself.

  Olivia looks up from her paperwork and laughs, “Is that so?”

  “Yes, I’ll need large amounts of food for energy, if I’m to continue being your sex slave. I don’t know how you expect one man to keep up with such demands. Don’t you ever need a rest? All day and all night; you’re going to kill me with your insatiable sexual needs.”

  “As if it’s me who can’t get enough.” Punching him in the arm playfully, she snorts when he fakes serious injury. “I’ll go make you a sandwich.” She glances back at his charismatic smile on the way out of the room and stops, “What time is your flight tomorrow?”

  Ethan stops what he’s doing, glancing up to see the affliction on her face. It kills him that he can do nothing about it. Lord knows that he’s tried to convince her to join him. “Early, I need to check in by 8 a.m. I’ll have to go soon. I have paperwork to finish at the bar, and then I need to go home and pack.”

  Her heart squeezes. Aching at the thought of him being away for so long. Nodding she turns away, trying to hide her misery. On the way into the kitchen, she concedes, regretfully, that it’s her own fear that’s stopping her from going. Trying to stall things, wait them out to see if they’re real and lasting. As if slowing things down is going to make their feelings any less potent. Unable to stop it, a somber mood washes over her. An inner battle of wills takes place, making her question her choice.