BLAKE: Captive to the Dark (14 page)

“I fucking hate you.” My hands lifted, but my eyes never stopped glaring into his.

“You go ahead,” Blake said, strapping me in. “I’m sure you’re going to have plenty of these moments.” He nipped at the sensitive underside of my arm. “But know love and hate often mix. And, before this day is over with, you’re going to be so hot, pleading to me for more.”

My hands pulled against the restraints. As he walked over and sat in a large, leather chair in the far corner, an aggravated sound left me. It was bad enough I had to do this, but to have him watching while I just stood here
? I couldn’t stand it.

“I have to stay like this for an hour?”

“Yep.” He lounged back, his face half covered by the shadows of the room. Daylight still leaked in through the dark curtains, but barely. I gave another tug. “Do you know how long an hour is in this position? I’m not even going to be able to move my arms afterward.”

He laughed quietly
and I glared even more.

“Good. It’ll teach you to keep your damn hands to yourself, unless I give you permission.”

“What is this? What changed? This isn’t the Blake I know.”

The shadows disappeared as he leaned forward, revealing his face. “Kitten, you never knew the real Blake. Only a small piece.”

“So, is this the real you, then?”

An answer wasn’t given. Numbness laced with a cold sensation began to sink into my hands as the minutes ticked by. Aching settled into my shoulders and a small sound escaped while I shifted my feet. “Say something if you’re going to be in here. Do you like what you see? Are you enjoying this?”

“More than you know, Kaitlyn. More than you know.” The repeated phrase had me wishing I had never asked. As his voice cut back through the room, I couldn’t help but love the low tone he used. It soothed me in ways I didn’t even know were possible. I might have been standing here on display, but it was as though he was standing next to me. “Let’s get to know each other better. Tell me what your hottest fantasy is.”

As if I was telling him anything. Not now. I twisted in the chains and tried facing the other way. A small shuffling sound didn’t give me time to react. Stinging exploded on my ass and I screamed as I turned back toward Blake. The paddle rested in his hand and all I wanted to do was rub the heated skin.

Like a flash, he reached up and dug his fingers into my jaw. “Never turn your back on me or anyone else you don’t trust. Do you understand me? Never,” he stressed. “The consequences will bite you in the ass every time. Let that be a reminder.” He took a few steps back. “Now, I asked you a question and you’re going to answer it.”

Something about his warning made my anger cease. That wasn’t the first lesson he’d pointed out since he had said he was keeping me. I may not have been sure of my exact feelings about was going on, but I couldn’t deny that maybe it would be smart to
pay attention.

“Leather.” I swallowed hard and glanced toward the nightstand where he’d placed the gloves
from the first time we’d done anything. I could still feel the material inside of my pussy as he’d finger fucked me until I came.

Blake
followed my gaze and smiled as his attention came back to me. “You liked the gloves?”

I nodded, trying to slow my breathing. “Fantasy wise, I think the feel of them over my mouth and nose while
I’m fucked in a dark alley would be my top three, for sure.”

Slowly, Blake walked backwards, never taking his eyes off of me. I thought he was going to grab the ones I’d been looking at, but he opened the drawer and took out another pair. “That’s so easily obtainable, kitten. You know that, right? I’d fly you to New York right now and fuck you senseless in the worst part of town
, if that’s what you wanted.” He slowly began sliding them on. My breath caught at the sight. Of course he would use my fantasy against me.

“I don’t want you to. You asked a question. I answered it. We’re just friends.”

“No.” He jerked the leather up his hand and took long strides back to me. “You’re my slave. If I want to fly you to New York or break out the whip and let it kiss your skin the way it was meant to, you will take what I give and enjoy it.”

Again, the t
rembling took over. At the feel of the glove caressing down my cheek, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the material. Anything to make the shaking stop.

“Good girl. Breathe.”

The whispering had my gaze coming up to meet Blake’s. “You’re intentionally trying to scare me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Tell me another one of your fantasies.”

“So you can use that one against me, too?”

He traced over my lower lip
, nearly causing me to moan out loud. Wetness coated the insides of my thighs and I couldn’t help but try to cause some sort of friction to feed the need I felt.  The pain in my shoulders increased and I pulled at the restraints.

“Answer. I won’t tell you again.”

The consequence was left unsaid, but I knew what it was. He’d bring the whip out. Whether or not he would use it was unknown, but I was quickly beginning to not doubt what he said.

“Heights.”

At his confused looked, I took a deep breath, knowing I would have to explain.

“To be fucked somewhere high. For example,
I’m on the roof of a really high sky scraper. My…lover comes up from behind me, pushing the top of my body over the edge. The only thing between me and falling would be his hands on my hips or his belt around my neck.” I tried to shrug, but my shoulders didn’t really move. “Or a grip on my hair might be good. My weight against it would cause pain. I think I like the sound of that better. The more pain, the better.”

Blake’s eyes widened. “Masochistic thriller.”

“Yes.” A smile started to appear and I quickly turned my face away. We weren’t supposed to be bonding. If I gave in…I nearly groaned. It suddenly occurred to me I’d included Blake in my height fantasy. His grip on my hair...shit!

“Go on. Tell me about the pain.” The intrigue wasn’t hidden in his voice. It called to me, coaxed me to continue with its sexually laced undertones.

I stole a glance at him, feeling my body increase in arousal. “I need it like nothing else. The man who hurt me…what he did warped my perception, I think. In the moment, with you, I’m okay with what you do. The thought of someone else inflicting it makes me physically sick. That’s where I’m different now. It used to not bother me. I’ve always needed the stimulation to get off. When I talked about the missionary position and pretending I would like it, I wasn’t lying. I’ve always needed the extra push. Pain is the only way I know how to set myself free. That’s what fucked me up more when I was taken…and abused.”

The concentration on his face left me hesitating
, but I kept talking, as if my confession up to this point had opened the flood gates and the rest were raging waves rushing to escape. “I used to be a cutter.” I swallowed hard, almost shocked that I’d said that out loud. No one knew my harbored secrets and that one was just the tip of the iceberg. “It was the only way I knew how to let out the pent up emotions I felt. I couldn’t take them. Couldn’t cry on my own. Not unless the razor was breaching my skin. With the flow of blood would come the release I needed. Now, I break at the drop of a dime. I can’t stand it.”

Blake stepped forward, cradling my face. “I’m going to make you so damn strong, Kaitlyn, and when you get better, you’re going to let me cut you. I want to. So fucking much.”

My lips parted as I sucked in his vow like a dying promise. I wanted to believe he could bring me back. I’d counted on it to begin with. “Sir.” Addressing him was nothing short of me begging him to take me. The amount I ached for him knew no bounds.

“There’s no satisfaction in your punishment.” He stepped back and walked to the chair
, leaving me with a deep ache in my stomach and an agonizing throb in my arms.

The time dragged out longer than I thought possible. While silence filled the room, I let my mind run wild. Blake’s threat of keeping me was both good and bad. I wanted it, regardless if it was a rash decision. I was great at jumping into shit before I considered the repercussions.
However, the sanity I held told me to run. To get out at the first opportunity. If this turned out bad between us, I wasn’t dealing with an everyday asshole like in my past. This man was a killer. A stalker from what he’d threatened. And I couldn’t overlook that he’d said he’d kidnap me if I ever left. What did I do? Try to escape, or let this play out? He could help me. I knew he could. With the mental recovery came another mind-fuck: the feeling I was certain would grow between us. He was my Master, my Sir. To think I wouldn’t have to open myself completely and bleed for him in more ways than just physical was stupid. Everyone knew BDSM relationships were bone deep; the most emotionally exposed compared to the majority of vanilla bonds.

Footsteps pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up. The predator inside Blake lurked behind his narrowed eyes as he approached. My stomach fluttered nervously with the remaining indecision I held. I’d been so quick to want to throw myself at him before. Now that my mind had time to think on it, I wasn’t any closer to knowing what was right.

“Time for you to shower and get dressed. We have a dinner to attend. Marie needs you, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. You got that?”

Marie.
I’d completely forgotten about seeing her. This was a good thing. I needed her, too.

“Yes, Sir.” I pressed my lips together, pissed that I’d addressed him as my
Master. I could have called him Blake, yet I’d slipped right back into what I wanted. A smile edged his face as he unfastened the cuffs. “Good girl.” His lips pressed against my forehead and I pulled back, unable to look into his eyes.

“Make-up?” I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t bear the thought of facing her or her entire family with my scar so exposed.

“No.” The gentle Blake was gone. Stinging flamed across my ass as he pushed me toward the door. “That shit is going in the trash. You don’t need it. Now, go.”

The frustrated sound couldn’t be stopped as I fought back the tears. They
became harder to fight as my arms dropped heavily to my side and my muscles screamed in protest. I could hardly move them. The warm gush through my veins, toward my fingers, left me groaning as I began to leave the room.

“No. Crawl.”

I froze. He couldn’t be fucking serious. I wasn’t in trouble anymore.

“Go, kitten. Down on all fours and start moving. We’re going to be late.”

How in the hell was I going to crawl? I couldn’t even feel my arms. They weren’t going to support my weight.

My eyes cut up, but I lowered. The faster I got this over with, the better. “You want me to drink from a bowl
, too? Maybe eat off the floor, without my hands?” I crawled, trying my best not to fall on my face. My elbows kept locking up and I clenched my jaw at the pain that accompanied it.

“Not at the Sinclair’s. Now, tomorrow morning, that’s a possibility.” His hand tapped my bottom. “Faster,” he bit out.

The light grope and brush of his fingers was an instant shot of lust. I risked a look behind me, feeling my long hair sweep across my back at the quick turn. Blake couldn’t have been fucking me any harder with his eyes. It turned me on. I didn’t ever want to stop seeing that look on his face.

“Wall, kitten.”

“What?” I didn’t have time to turn around or think about it before my shoulder slammed into the doorframe of the guest bedroom. “Shit.” I took a deep breath and pushed back to sit on my feet while I rotated my shoulders. “You couldn’t say anything sooner?”

Blake walked in front of me, a smile covering his face. “It’s punishment enough for not doing as you’re told. I never said you could look back at me. Besides, my attention was elsewhere.” His head gestured to the master bedroom at the other end of the hall. “Shake it off and keep going.”

Asshole.
I leaned forward and picked up the pace. It took a few minutes, but I finally managed to enter the bathroom. “Can I stand now?”

Blake narrowed his eyes.

“Can I stand now please, Sir?”

“Better. Yes, you may. Make the shower a quick one. You have five minutes before I cut off the hot water. Get to it.”

As he disappeared, I felt my jaw drop. Five minutes? I threw open the door and turned on the water, immediately submerging myself underneath. Air neglected to come at the shock of cold water, but I didn’t wait. I filled my palm with shampoo and started lathering my hair. He’d see. I’d beat his five minute mark and his threat would be nothing but empty words.

Bubbles ran down my chest and shoulders and where I’d usually leave the soap in for a while, I washed it right out. The body wash came next and I felt like I was in a race
against more than just time. I was…wait a damn minute. A smile started to surface on my face as Blake’s voice boomed into the room.

“One minute, Kaitlyn!”

No way was I making it this easy on him. I washed off the soap and opened the shower door. Blake was in front of the mirror, stroking his hand down the slight growth on his face. How would it feel to have his cheeks rubbing up and down my thighs? I bet it would burn so good.