Torrid

by Nikki Sloane

  “Your parents?”

  A different level of discomfort grew, one which had nothing to do with the situation. “They don’t have a way to help.”

  What I really meant was we were struggling. My parents owned three hundred acres of farmland. Some seasons we came out ahead, but most years we merely survived, and it seemed like it had been year after year of bad luck recently.

  “Not everyone lives in mansions on golf courses,” I added under my breath.

  His expression could almost pass for amusement. “You do . . . now.”

  “I don’t live here, Luka.” For effect, I jolted against the knots and the rope went taut. I was captive, surely he knew I would bolt the first opportunity I got.

  “This is where you belong,” he said. “I own you.”

  His fingertips crept beneath the collar of my shirt, nudging it over, threatening to expose my naked breast. The muscles low in my belly clenched, and I shifted subtly away, but I could only go so far. He could do whatever he wanted.

  “You’re going to tell me your schedule now,” he said.

  As I lay beneath him, anger swelled. “No. I held up my end of the deal, and you didn’t.” I glared into his deep black eyes. “You said you’d only tie me up for a little while.”

  His gaze followed his fingertips. They skimmed at the line of buttonholes on the shirt, down between the valley of my breasts, and over my quivering belly.

  “Yeah, well . . .” His fingers stopped at the top of my panties. “I have something I want to use first, but it’s taking longer to charge than I expected.”

  The way his voice was tinged with excitement made my heart thud and my pulse race.

  “What are you talking about?” Again, I tried to scoot away from his fingers, but they continued to skim over me. They drew a line down my thigh, tracing patterns.

  “I had my assistant pick something up for me this morning while you were sleeping. It’s been charging for the last five hours.” His hand froze. “Should I get it?”

  I was fairly certain the answer was no, but he didn’t wait for a response. Luka got up, exited the room, and shut the door behind him. In the quiet, my nerves swelled like an ocean during a storm. I imagined the worst possible scenarios. I fully expected him to return with a torture device. And . . . he had an assistant?

  The door swung open abruptly, and he returned, carrying something small enough to fit in one hand. His expression was an enigma as he came closer. Was this interest? Desire? Lust? His eyes were magnetic.

  He revealed it to me as he sat, and the bed shifted under his weight. It was black, U-shaped, and one side was larger than the other. I stared at it critically. The thing looked like it was made out of some kind of rubber, and I hadn’t the faintest clue what it was.

  I gasped when he set it down on the bed and put his hand right on top of my underwear without warning. I jolted against the straps to no avail. I couldn’t stop him. My words wouldn’t dissuade him. His thick fingers probed and circled, rubbing me on my clit, even as I pressed my knees together and tried to get him to stop.

  Luka’s voice was dark and sinful. “I want you to get off while we’re fucking, but I know that’s not going to happen just yet. So we can train for it.”

  “Don’t,” I whispered, filled with unease. My hips moved to get away, but I worried all I was doing was making it easier for him, and then an even scarier thought took root. What if I was doing it on purpose? His touch felt weird. Almost, sort of . . . good.

  I was sick. How could I be responding to him, even a little? Shame stormed through me.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Addison,” he said. He dragged air in through parted lips as he watched me squirm. “So sexy, and all for me.”

  His hand moved faster, grinding the cotton of my panties to my flesh, teasing. I struggled against my bindings, but even that added to my enjoyment of the experience in a twisted way. I couldn’t get free. And since I was his captive, the vilest part of myself whispered I might as well get something from it. Take pleasure from him the way he took it from me.

  I clamped my teeth together, but it didn’t silence my breathless moan. It slipped out quietly, but Luka definitely heard it. It kicked him into a new gear, and his fingers dove beneath my panties to touch me where I was hot and aching.

  “Oh,” I groaned. My eyes slammed shut and I turned my head away from him, trying to shut him out. It was the most bizarre thing ever. I’d spent countless nights envisioning him touching me like this when it was my own hand, and now that it was him actually doing it, I thought I should picture someone else.

  I grew damp as my body rocked appallingly against his hand. The disgusting voice in my head wanted to beg him to put his fingers inside me, so I pressed my lips together to stay silent. I forced all thought from my mind, since any pleasure brought guilt, and I was feeling a lot of both of those.

  “Open those perfect blue eyes and look at me,” he ordered.

  I blinked open and stared up at him, wishing for him to stop and wordlessly pleading with him to continue. Heat moved in waves from his touch. The pads of his fingers fumbled over my slippery skin, but never dipped inside as I was beginning to crave them to.

  “I want to watch you come.” Luka gripped the waistband of my panties and slowly worked it down until I was exposed.

  I issued a nervous whine. Some of it was fear, and some of it was an emotion too scary to put a label to. He picked up the small, weird U-shaped object, stretched it open wide, and then eased the smaller end of it inside me.

  I moaned with confusion. Pleasure and discomfort simultaneously, but then pleasure won out. The larger end fit tight up against my clit. Luka gave me half a smile, which I was beginning to recognize was his pleased look. My underwear was tugged back up in place, so I was effectively wearing the toy he’d halfway placed in my body.

  It was surprising when he moved to the loveseat and sat down, digging his phone out of his back pocket. What was he doing? Hadn’t he said he wanted to make me come? The distance between us felt enormous and weird, which made no fucking sense. Shouldn’t I be relieved he was on the other side of the room, more interested in his phone than he was in—

  “Oh!” I cried, arching up off the bed.

  The toy inside me was vibrating. It started slow and the vibrations swelled, only to stop, then resume again. A relaxed rhythm of ebbing and flowing that brought my nerve endings to life. I stared at Luka, my mouth hanging slack.

  “Are you,” I said between cycles of vibration, “controlling it?”

  He teased a smile. “It’s an app on my phone.”

  I turned my gaze up to the ceiling, bashful. It was almost as bad as being naked, him watching me while the vibrations made my cheeks flush warm with color. The powerful waves were strange and addicting.

  It was tortuous pleasure as well. Just as it began to feel really good, the tempo would crest and cease, leaving me on a cliff. I’d slide slowly away from the edge, only for the next wave to pick me back up, carry me to the top, and repeat the pattern.

  “You don’t own a vibrator?” he asked, like this was normal conversation. “I didn’t find one in your room.”

  Oh my God. “No,” I said quickly between the pulsing waves, “I don’t.”

  “Why not?”

  The pleasure radiating from between my legs was . . . distracting. My mind wanted to focus on it, rather than Luka’s question. “Because I’m a virgin?” I threw it at him with attitude, only to realize my mistake. “I was.”

  I didn’t have to look at him, not that I could anyway, to sense the victorious look splashed on his face.

  “You’re saying virgins don’t like orgasms?”

  “No, I’m saying,” I swallowed a breath and stifled a moan, “I didn’t need battery-operated help.” And, really. When was I supposed to use a vibrator? Besides being so busy I barely got seven hours of sleep, Avery never went to class. It meant she was always in the room, playing on the internet or watching TV.

>   “So you took care of yourself the old fashioned way?” he teased.

  I ignored him as much as I possibly could, so I didn’t see his finger move. The pattern on the vibrator changed to greater peaks and valleys, with more time between the swells. It was so good, and so horrible at the same time. My greedy body shifted subtly, wanting more whenever the vibrations went into a lull, diminishing to practically nothing.

  “I want to hear you say,” Luka continued, “you thought about me while you were sliding your fingers inside your pussy.”

  I gasped inward, and blinked rapidly, focusing on the spot on the ceiling. There was no way in a million years I’d admit it, even if it was true.

  He was persistent. “You said last night you’d spent the past two years thinking about me.” His deep, seductive voice invaded my head. “Did you, while you were touching yourself?”

  My face flamed as hot as the sun, and even my ears burned. My mouth was a desert. I couldn’t keep my composure like this while he had me bound to the bed with not just rope, but with his filthy questions and dark gaze.

  “Eyes on me,” he said. “Look at me, Addison.”

  It was scary and yet strangely erotic. Luka appeared to sit comfortably in the oversized chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, and his phone in his hand. Although his posture was relaxed, he still had presence. There was a gravity to him, and I could feel his control from clear across the room. Through the window, it was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to set, so it cast long shadows over his handsome face. He looked powerful and confident, but most of all, transfixed by me.

  “No lies,” he reminded. “Did you think about me when you touched yourself?”

  His determined expression, coupled with the steady pulse of pleasure, was too much to handle, and I cracked. “Yes,” I whispered.

  His smile began in one corner and spread across his lips like gasoline on a fire. I stopped breathing. Luka was smiling. Not a half-smile, but a bright, wide one where I could see his perfect teeth, and light in his eyes. It changed his whole face, morphing him into a man I barely recognized. Utterly gorgeous.

  “Shit,” he whispered appreciatively as his smile began to pass. “That’s so fucking hot, picturing you like that. Did you get off to me? Did you imagine those were my fingers inside you as you were doing it?”

  “Yes,” I said on barely a breath. I hadn’t fully recovered from his dazzling smile, which was now completely gone.

  “You know what my fantasies were? I’d bend you over professor Kwon’s desk and fuck you until you begged me to come on your perfect tits.”

  There were no words. Luka’s statement unzipped my head and poured molten hot lava all over my brain, frying rational thought. It was vulgar and dirty, and yet the shocking image he painted turned me on. Because I was a good girl and would never think of saying such a thing, but Luka saw me like that. In his fantasies I wasn’t shy, awkward, or inexperienced.

  He tapped the screen of his phone.

  “Oh,” I moaned. Was he rewarding me, or increasing my torture? The pattern changed to a steady and deep vibrating pulse. I dug my heels into the bed and bowed upward. I needed . . . relief. He kept me dangling right at the edge and it was going to tear me apart.

  “Looks like it’s feeling good now, isn’t it?” His tone was indecent. “Are you thinking about what that would have been like? If I’d fucked you after class and made you go back to your dorm with my cum sticky on your chest?”

  I whimpered and closed my eyes. The heat and need he’d created in me was a powerful drug and obliterated my inhibitions. I would have done it, in what had become our mutual fantasy. If he’d ordered me to in his authoritative voice, I would have followed just about any directive he gave me.

  I strangled back a moan.

  “Yeah, I bet you’d like to come now, wouldn’t you?”

  Without though, I struggled uselessly against the rope. If the toy lodged inside me had just a little more contact with my clit . . . A soft whine fell from my parted lips as I rasped in air. It wasn’t a denial. If anything, it sounded like confirmation, and Luka gave a wicked chuckle.

  And then everything stopped.

  My lungs emptied in a burst, my skin cooled, and my heart thudded. No! I’d been so close.

  “Your schedule, and then you can come.”

  10

  I STAYED UTTERLY SILENT, not wanting to budge. This was where I’d foolishly chosen to make my stand. If I gave Luka this, I felt like I’d be giving in to him completely.

  “No?” he asked, irritation edging his voice.

  He stabbed a finger on his phone and the vibrations resumed. It took me hardly any time to pick up where I’d left off, and in two heartbeats I was panting and squirming, right at the edge—

  The toy went still and the faint buzzing cut off, immediately followed by my groan.

  His firm tone was almost scary. “Your schedule.”

  I stared into his black eyes, unable to find words. Couldn’t he just give me this, after everything he’d done? I could get pleasure without it coming from him directly, and could absolve myself of most of the guilt. Not that I really wanted him to watch me at such an intimate moment, but since he’d led me to the edge so many times, I no longer cared. I was desperate for release. Each journey upward had wound me tighter and tighter.

  “The vibrator has a battery that can last up to three hours,” he said. “And if you don’t give me your schedule before then, I’ll find other ways to tease you. You liked when I went down on you last night. We could do more of that.”

  Tap.

  Buzz.

  Pleasure.

  I was writhing on the bed and out of my mind. I couldn’t do three more hours of this. Hell, I couldn’t do three more minutes of it.

  “Monday,” I said breathlessly, “I have molecular biology lecture at ten thirty.” I started to blurt out more of my schedule—

  “Stop.” Luka thumbed at his phone, typing furiously. “Okay, keep going.”

  I rattled off the rest of the week as he put it in his phone, and although I had no idea why, I also didn’t ask. All that mattered was the end goal. When I finished giving him my Friday itinerary, Luka climbed to his feet and moved swiftly toward the bed. He stabbed the phone with a finger and dropped it on the mattress between my knees, and the pulsing went into overdrive.

  Giving him my schedule was surrender, but I was glad. The vibrator was pure ecstasy, and I gasped as Luka threw open my shirt, exposing my bare breasts to his hands. His fingers plucked and teased while he watched me squirm.

  My moan was soaked with bliss. I should feel shame, but I didn’t. I knew I shouldn’t allow myself to come, but he’d tied me to the bed. I was powerless to stop him, and it was a kind of freedom. Luka took a knee beside the bed, and closed his mouth around my pert nipple just as his hand pressed the vibrator tight against me.

  “Fuck,” I gasped and tipped over the edge. I fell overboard into the sensations and cried out. I convulsed as the waves of pleasure rocked my body, each shockwave acute. Falling apart in front of him made me feel frayed and exposed, but sexy, too. He watched me as the climax rolled through my body, and his eyes were hooded.

  Seeing me come apart appeared to please him a great deal. His expression was the perfect juxtaposition of hard and soft. The muscle along Luka’s jawline flexed as he held his jaw tight, but his eyes were warm.

  The phone was retrieved and the vibrating stopped, but this time I was grateful. It was too much now that I’d come. I swallowed a lump in my throat and peered up at him, unsure what to think or how to feel. The tingling of the orgasm was still floating in my body.

  He was blur of activity.

  Luka’s fingers flew to the knot at my wrist, hurrying to undo it. First one, then the other, and when I was finally free, he scooped his hands beneath me and drew me up to a sitting position. I didn’t get a moment to catch my breath. His lips followed the descent of the shirt collar, and his hot mouth on my neck gave me s
hivers.

  Only, not with fear, but with enjoyment.

  Too much was swirling in my head. His harsh, angry actions earlier. The bathtub. And now pleasure. I was adrift with nothing to cling to.

  I sat still and let him taste me. His lips dropped kisses along my collarbone and up the side of my throat, and there he used a hint of teeth, which made me tremble. When he finally reached my lips, I sighed. With relief? I was needy and so fucked up.

  “Goddamnit,” he muttered against my lips. “Fucking kiss me.”

  I didn’t argue, I followed his command. It wasn’t a sacrifice since deep down it was what I wanted, too, but was too afraid to admit. His order allowed me to give in and pretend it was against my will.

  The kiss exploded.

  Our lips collided and the temperature in the room climbed a thousand degrees in an instant. His damp lips were urgent and fit perfectly to mine, insisting I match his intensity. I did, and then some. Two years of longing colored the kiss. Desire for the man he wasn’t really, but it didn’t change the tidal wave of emotion that swept through me.

  I cradled his face in my hands and held on as I both delivered my kiss and endured his hot, dominating mouth. Luka would consume me until there was nothing left, I was sure of it. The fire between us burned too hot to last, but I’d do my best to hold my ground until the bitter end.

  His hands clenched tight on my waist and pulled me up, off of the bed. As soon as I had my footing, he pushed me down, just as he had before. My knees thudded to the carpet, and I stared up at him, stunned. He’d been kissing me like I was the only thing keeping him alive a second ago. Now his expression was stern.

  Had my response to him somehow pushed him too far? I’d done exactly as he’d asked, and yet he looked displeased. The hard look in his eyes grew, and I worried punishment was imminent. My blood went cold as he undid his belt and tugged it free of the belt loops in one swift action.

  “No, no,” I said, scrambling back on my knees. He was going to beat me with the belt, all because I had kissed him as he’d told me?