He swallowed the fear, trying to stay calm. Whoever this was, would take what they wanted and leave.
Right?
As he stood there, something odd happened. Fingers began running down the front of his shirt, down the buttons and to his belt. Then, it was tugged from his pants.
He was about to lose it. He’d never thought about the possibility that he’d find himself trapped in a room with a sexual assailant.
Robbery suddenly sounded like a far better option at this point. His heart thumped at the possibility that he was about to be violated.
“Just take what you want and go.”
There was no sound, only a whisper of warm breath across his neck. It tickled his chest hairs as fingers began undressing him. The tie slipped out from under his shirt collar, and then each button was freed.
Paris didn't know if he should begin screaming or catch this person off guard by attacking. How pathetic was it going to look when someone discovered a bound Fed in his room being raped?
Fingers touched him.
His body tensed.
They weren’t man hands. They were the gentle fingertips of a woman. His mind began wandering, trying to figure out who would be doing this.
There was that woman from the bar.
Could it be her? After all, she had hit on him pretty hard, and he’d blown her off. Could this stranger have followed him back to his room?
No, it wasn’t possible.
Rational thought kicked in.
The person who was holding him captive was here before he arrived.
When warm lips closed over a nipple, he fought to not freak out. The heat began radiating from his chest inward as mouth and fingers played with his flesh.
He didn't want to enjoy this.
It wasn’t his Tessa.
Yet, his body was reacting.
As hands wandered lower, he fought to stay calm. There was the sound of a buckle being undone, and then the hiss of a zipper being lowered.
Paris tried to take a step backward, only to get caught up in his own pants, pooling at his ankles.
SHIT!
He was in big trouble.
Whoever had him was ready for this moment. Against the back of his legs, something was shoved, collapsing his knees. Immediately, he dropped down onto the desk chair. Now, he was definitely trapped. His arms were cuffed, his pants were acting as bindings, and he couldn’t see.
Funny, the FBI didn't prepare him for this in training.
As he tried to concentrate on escaping, the fingers running across his flesh made it hard to focus.
They felt… familiar.
Before Paris could move, the silk of his tie slid around his wrists, ensuring he wouldn’t be leaving the chair. Where he wanted to fight, he also wanted to feel.
“Please, what do you want?” he asked, trying to get the person to answer him.
There was no reply. Instead, he was freed from his boxers. Paris was horrified. Someone was stroking him with chilly fingers, trying to wake his body.
Because of his love for Tessa, he fought it. Thinking about anything else in the entire world, he focused on his breathing and not the palm exploring him.
Then, he knew the exact moment he was screwed.
Warm lips encased him. It was like his body threw in the towel. Instead of staying true to his Tessa, his dick sprung to life. It spurred on the person who was tormenting his body. Slow sucks became hard rough pulls with lips and tongue.
While he shouldn’t have enjoyed it, he was. Paris prayed Tessa would forgive him for being a man with no ability to rein in his body.
“Oh God,” he murmured, fighting to not lose control. There was a head bobbing in his lap, and he couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
Just as he was about to cum it all stopped.
He gasped, so close to the edge that he almost tumbled off. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Please! What do you want! Why are you doing this?” he begged.
Suddenly, someone was straddling his lap. Without warning, lips were back, moving over his shoulders and chest. Someone was licking and nipping a trail across his body.
God! He wished he could see.
The pillowcase over his head was slowly rolled up, uncovering his lower face. Paris braced to finally see his captor, only that didn't happen.
Instead, a mouth met his, tormenting and teasing him to open for her.
“Please. I’m involved in a relationship. I don’t want to hurt her.”
There was a pause and the lips stopped.
Paris’s heart pounded in his chest. “I love her. Don’t do this to me.”
Then, the words were ignored as the perpetrator returned to the kiss. Slowly, her lips massaged his, teasing, tempting, and trying to lure him to open.
As if he had no control of his brain or body, he did just that. The kiss assaulted him, nearly stealing his breath.
He fell into it, allowing the warmth to overtake him. It was better to immerse himself in it, than to be afraid. Now, he only hoped he survived, and Tessa would forgive him.
A hand slid up the back of his neck and through his hair.
As the fingers offered reassurance, Paris froze.
He’d felt them before.
In fact, the kiss was familiar too. Everything about it reminded him of the woman he loved. From the style of kissing, to the cherry lip gloss he loved to devour.
Pulling his mouth away, he could smell her. “Tessa!”
The hood was ripped away, and there she was perched in his lap.
Immediately, all thought stopped. Where he should be pissed that she had scared the hell out of him, he couldn’t be. Just seeing her, having Tessa on his lap, and her hands on his body meant everything to him.
“I missed you so much. I couldn’t stay away,” she whispered, before bringing her mouth back to his. Tessa could feel the kick of his pulse beneath her hand. Yeah, he was surprised, but fully immersed in it now.
When she drove her tongue between his lips, her lower body moved against his. They were pressed together so intimately. The only barrier between them was her jeans. When she shifted, he moaned in pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, she stared into his robin blue eyes. “Do you want me to set you free, Paris?” she asked, waiting for his answer.
He never wanted to be apart from her again. The week away from her had been hell. “You can tie me up anytime, Tessa,” he offered. “Just stay with me. Swear that you’ll always be mine.”
Tessa Brass tucked her black hair behind her ear. “I promise, Paris,” she offered, getting off his lap.
The second she was gone, he missed the weight of her pressed against him.
“Maybe I should apologize for terrorizing you, Paris,” she said, her fingers going to the button on her jeans. Slowly, she lowered the zipper and slipped them off.
Paris sat there watching the incredibly sexy strip tease. He loved Tessa’s body. Her long sexy legs made his blood pressure shoot through the roof. As her fingers lingered on the buttons of the shirt, he realized something.
She was wearing his clothes. In fact, that was his dress shirt from the previous day. As the buttons were undone, one at a time, he waited on baited breath until he could see her skin. As the space opened, revealing his delicious treasure, Paris was in heaven.
“Tessa,” he whispered, taking in the erotic lace of her black bra. It pushed her breasts up, like an offering to the Gods. Now, he wished he wasn’t bound. What he wanted to do was rush toward her and have his way with Tessa.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, moving closer. “Are you sorry you’re stuck in that chair?”
He started laughing. “Yeah, I am. I wish I was free to chase you around the room.”
Something about that sentence resonated within his mind, but he was so focused on her that it didn't take root.
Tessa moved back over to stand in front of him. As she straddled his lap again, he buried his face in her breasts. Her alluring scent called to him as he laid kisses
across the petal soft flesh.
“I missed you so much,” he muttered, afraid she’d move away.
“Is this in your way, Paris?” she asked, reaching behind her back to unclasp the bra. He watched in eager anticipation as Tessa’s breasts were free.
“Come closer,” he whispered, enthralled with the way they bobbed invitingly in front of his face. When she did what he asked, he began feasting on them. First teasing the nipple with little licks and nips, and then greedily sucking the entire pebbled treasure into his mouth as he rolled it with his tongue.
At Tessa’s moan, he was fully aroused.
“Paris,” she whispered, burying her hands in his hair. She almost wished he wasn’t her captive. In fact, she wouldn’t mind being his.
“Tessa, I need you to help me. I can’t move my legs,” he whispered, as he continued feasting on his treasure.
She stared down at him. “I’ll do anything for you, Paris.”
“Let me have you, Tessie. It’s been so long since I’ve felt you,” he murmured. “I don’t want to forget this feeling for as long as I live.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, Paris. Anything for you.”
She backed away and slipped out of her little black panties, tossing them onto the bed behind them. Once more, she found her place over his lap. With her one hand, she held him steady. “You feel so good, Paris. I’ve missed this,” she admitted.
Yeah, so had he.
It felt like months, not days.
“Tessa, please ride me,” he begged, needing to feel that warm glide of flesh on flesh. It was like an obsession, filling him and driving his whole being as it controlled him.
She didn't hesitate. With one slide, Paris was fully buried deep in her body.
“Oh, Tessa!” he practically shouted. This whole interlude was incredibly hot. Never before did he think that being tied up and used by her would be this hot, and yet it was. This little fantasy was one he’d redo over and over again.
When she wiggled, grinding her pubic bone against him, he dropped his head back and moaned. She still wasn’t moving, and he was ready to tumble.
“Tell me when, Paris,” she offered, going back to kissing his strong shoulders and throat. At the spot just below his ear, her mouth lit him on fire.
“Oh shit, baby! You completely undo me, Tess.”
There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give her in that moment. All she needed to do was ask, and he’d beg, borrow, or steal for her.
Here was his only weakness in life. Before her, he didn't care. Now, he loved.
Suddenly, without warning, she began moving and the heat level shot up.
The bouncing started slow, and then picked up speed. Tessa loved the look on his face. Paris looked so close to rapture.
“More,” he begged, needing this moment. It was as if desperation had filled him, urging him on. “Harder, Tessa!”
She gave him everything he asked for. When it came to Paris, she could never say no. The more he moaned, the harder she rode him.
Then, the tremor began rolling through her body. “Oh God! Paris,” she practically shouted, as her body threatened to break apart.
“Don’t you dare stop!” he ordered, dying to have this one climax. It mattered.
She mattered.
Tessa knew he was close, and she wanted to prolong this as long as she could. With the last stroke, he brushed the most sensitive part of her body, and Tessa shattered.
Just in time, she pulled herself off his body as wave after wave of orgasm hit. Resting her forehead against his, she rode out the pleasure, despite his begging.
“Tessa! God! Please!” he whispered, staring down at his throbbing erection. He was wet from her body and the slow leak of fluid just waiting to erupt from his body.
She couldn’t focus. The orgasm was that big.
“Come on, Tessa. I need to feel you riding me. I have to feel you tightening down on my body. I’ll die without it.”
She heard his words as reality returned. His mouth was making itself busy with her breasts as he pleaded between nips and licks.
“God! So good, Paris,” she murmured, finding his mouth with hers. The kiss was evident of the need flowing through him. It was like he was trying to devour her alive, or crawl deep into her body through her mouth.
Tessa knew he needed to calm down, or he’d explode the second she sheathed him. Sliding her hands though his hair, she continued kissing him until his breathing was more normal. Without warning, she dropped back down onto his lap, but didn't bury him into her body. Now, he was rubbing against her clit, and it felt so good.
Paris moaned and dropped his head back. “Oh shit! That feels so damn good,” he admitted, as Tessa used him to get off again. The heat was building for her, but barely making him lose control.
“You’re wicked,” he hissed, as he watched her rub against him. As she chewed on her bottom lip, Paris knew she was going to cum again. “Use me, baby,” he urged, leaning back in the chair to watch his sexy woman get off again.
When she shouted his name and shook against his body, he was drowning in the need. Wiggling in the chair, he felt her slide the tip of him into her very wet opening.
This was heaven and hell.
“I need to cum, baby. Please let me bury myself in you,” he begged, knowing that she had the final say in the outcome of their mating.
His Tessa was in control.
“I need to feel this. Let me have all of you,” he pleaded.
In life, she couldn’t ever tell him no. Paris Archer was her weakness.
Staring into his eyes, she began moving again. It made her hot that he was vocally urging her on. Paris wasn’t one to curse, but when he did, it had impact.
“Come on, baby. Ride me. Let me fuck you.”
Her body shook as she repeatedly drove herself down onto his now engorged erection. As she impaled herself over and over, his moans intensified.
Paris was going to get his wish. He was going to cum harder than he ever had before.
Tessa held on, perched precariously on the edge as she waited for the man she loved to get ready to tumble. “Hurry,” she urged, as she bounced frenetically in his lap, driving his throbbing erection so deep into her body they were almost one.
“More!”
She gave him what he demanded.
The slapping of flesh on flesh and hard breathing filled the silence of the room.
“Tessie, I’m just about there!” he shouted, warning her of what was to come. With each bounce, his body tightened, preparing to explode into her.
Then, it happened.
Colors and sound ruptured around him, tearing him from the ledge of control and forcing Paris into the freefall of orgasm.
Tessa heard his guttural shout and followed, slamming down on his erection as it exploded deep in her body. Dropping her head to his shoulder, Tessa fought to catch her breath as there was wave after wave of heat filling her. The warm gush of cum made her shiver.
Paris could barely breathe. “That was so good, Tessa. I don’t have words for it. I forgot how amazing sex felt.”
She started giggling. “Yeah, next time I’m not letting you off as easily.”
He found that funny, since she’d practically tortured him. “Yeah, you got me this time, but payback is a bitch.”
Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes. “I love you, Paris.”
His heart kicked in his chest. “I love you too, Tessa,” he replied, kissing her softly on the lips. “Now, let me out of this chair.”
At his words, her eyes filled with tears. “You know I can’t do that, Paris. If I could, I would. I’m so sorry.”
He was caught off guard, and when she moved off his body, he was afraid. “Where are you going?” he asked, pulling at the handcuffs.
“I’m sorry, Paris, but it’s time to go home.”
“Tessa! Let me out!” he started shouting, as the room around him shimmered and wavered. “Please! Let me out of this chair!
I don’t want to stay in this chair any longer!”
His heart thundered as perception swayed, changing everything around him.
As he called for her frantically, Tessa and the room vanished.
Darkness crashed around him.
Jerking awake, his pulse was pounding in his ears. At first, he didn't know where he was, and then slowly, realization dawned.
He was in their room.
It had only been a wet dream.
Paris fell back onto the bed, trying to catch his breath. Sliding his hands beneath the sheets, he found the evidence of his orgasm.
His heart ached as reality settled in.
Beside him on the bed, Tessa’s space was empty. It was probably a damn good thing she wasn’t there. Had she been there, he would have had to explain why he was startled awake and covered in his own cum.
As his heart calmed, he finally focused on the sounds around him. There was light cascading in from their bedroom window, feeling warm and pleasant on his skin. In the background, he could smell coffee brewing, readying them their morning caffeine jolt before heading to the office.
Then, he heard the shower.
In the next room, his Tessa was getting all soapy. His heart tightened in his chest at the love he felt for her. At least he still had her.
As of late, they’d had one hell of an uphill battle. Lifting his hands, he stared down at the blisters and callouses forming on his palms.
They were battle scars from the last few weeks of intense work. Every day was a new challenge, and he was fighting hard to get his life back.
The singing from the next room drew his attention. What Paris wanted was to be near Tessa.
No, what he needed was to be at her side. She’d heal the ache in his chest over the loss.
The compulsion to be with her in the shower was too strong to ignore. Today was his day to sleep in, but he’d rather be at her side.
Sitting up, he lowered his legs off the side of the mattress. With all his strength, Paris pulled his body into the chair he’d placed beside the bed. It took a second to catch his breath as he was forced to face reality.
This was now his life. Gone were the moments in the dream where he was free to move around as he once had. Now, he was confined.
Trapped.
Changed.
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