Chained: A Bad Boy Romance (9 page)

“Yeah, I didn't see that in your file.” My lips formed a partial smile. “You want to tell me what happened?”

“Not really, it's done. Time was served in the hole and now it's over.” His arms crossed across his chest as he leaned back.

My nose wrinkled in frustration. “I get that, but what happened?”
Come on! Stop avoiding my questions!
I was getting annoyed that he kept talking around what I had asked. “You know, I saw the whole thing.” I hoped this would jostle him a bit. He wouldn't be able to gloss over any details.

His eyes grew with wonder. He had no idea I had watched the whole thing unfold before me. Sitting in silence for a moment, Owen's head hung down towards the table. “What, did they show you the surveillance tape or something?”

“No, I was walking by, I saw what you did. I tried to talk to the warden about it.”

“And? What do you want me to say?” His tone was low while his mouth remained tight. He held his hands up as if to say, 'You caught me
.'

He doesn't want to explain why. I'm basically saying I know he didn't do anything wrong, so why isn't he excited about that? He should be reeling to fill me in on what was said and why he stepped in.

“Why did you put yourself in the middle of that? You had to know where it would land you. That it could impact your hearing.” My hand fell down on the table. I wanted an explanation.

Owen's eye brows shifted up, his forehead wrinkled. “Sometimes you just have to take a stand.” He paused briefly. “Like you did earlier with the guard. Which I'm not going to lie, that was hot.” A crooked smile emerged over his hard jaw.

I couldn't stop my lips from turning upwards.
Hot? I took charge, I had to. He's right, sometimes it is necessary. It's not always a bad thing to disobey the rules.

Sometimes they need to be broken.

I still wanted an answer from him. “You helped that prisoner, you didn't have to, but you chose to. Tell me why.”

“It
doesn't
matter why. I just did.” His hands closed into fists as he spoke through gritted teeth.

He's getting pissed. I don't want him angry, I  just want him to keep talking.
I ran my hand through my hair, unsure how to guide this conversation in a better direction. “Alright, well, was being in solitary for him worth it? Was risking your freedom worth it?” I asked.

“Why does it matter? I'm not going to do it again. Though, since it gets me longer sessions with you, I might consider it.” He brought the dark centers of his eyes my way. I could see them follow the outline of my face, then move down the exposed part of my neckline to my chest.

An automatic sensation of tingles flowed through my body. I wanted him to keep looking at me, but I knew it was wrong. I adjusted my collar to try and draw his eyes back to mine.
No. I can't be feeling this way. Stop it, it's not right.

I had noticed his hand was wrapped in a white bandage. It went from his knuckles down to his wrist. His fingers were slightly swollen.

“How did you do that? The fight?” I pointed towards the injury.

“Nah, a wall got in my way.” He lifted his hand up and wiggled his fingers. “It still works fine, want me to show you? I can give one hell of a massage.”

I wanted to yell yes to him. I wanted him to touch me so badly. The idea of his hands running over my skin made me wet.

Stop! I need to stay professional. But I want him to touch me. I want to have his hands all over me. To just reach over and grab me, pull me in close. I want to be wrapped up in his arms.

No. I can't think like this.

He whispered, “I absolutely will, if you like. It would be my pleasure, you look like you could use one, anyway.”

I had been silent for longer than I realized. My mind wandered into the dark side of my desire. I didn't know what to say. A piece of me wanted to just straddle him, not say a word, and to feel his lips pressed against mine.

I should end this, I can't be thinking this way. It's dangerous, I can lose my job, my license. I have to end it now, this is too tempting. I've never felt this way towards a patient. It's too much to continue.

“Owen, I'm sorry, we need to stop this here.” I stood briskly and took a step towards the door. “We should just pick up next week. Your parole hearing is next Friday, we can meet one more time before then. I'll set it up with the warden—” I didn't get one more step past the table before his left hand circled around my wrist.

He pulled me in towards him, our eyes locking on each other. Not a word was uttered between us, he wrapped his arm around my waist.
I'm so close to him, I can smell his scent. His hand is warmer and softer than I expected.

Oh god, I've wanted this so badly.

I knew it was wrong, that I should pull away, but I didn't want to stop him.

His body shifted slightly in his chair, he was still restrained by the chains. My stomach filled with knots, my arms hung lifeless, unsure of what to do.

Without clear thought I stepped over the chain that divided our bodies. I broke the barrier that shielded us.

I stood between him and the table, our gaze fixated on each other. His right hand slid from below my knee and up my thigh. Firmly, he grabbed my ass then proceeded up. He continued to follow the curves of my body over my hips. A finger traced the outline of my breast and stopped at my neck.

Keep going, don't stop.

I became malleable in his hands. I wanted this more than I had realized. It felt right, a desire worth fulfilling. I couldn't stop myself anymore.

His forearms were strong, I could see the detail of his tattoos; a colorful image of a large grandfather clock with elegant curved edges across the top, the gold in the hands appeared to glimmer under the light. There was script that wrapped around the sides and across the front that read, “Time heals everything.” It was beautiful.

I continued to touch his muscular arms, my fingers gripped them firmly as our breathing became heavier. He stared into my eyes while his hand stretched as far as it could go with the chains.

With force he entangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me down onto his lap. Our foreheads touched while neither of us released a blink.

The intensity of his stare sent goosebumps across my skin. His hand rested around my waist, the other gripped my hair tighter, pulling our faces closer together. The warmth of his breath spread across my cheeks.

My heart raced as his lips parted, not saying a single word.

His eyes and hands say enough. I know what he wants.

And I know what I need.

My skirt rose to the point were my panties became just visible to his sight. My legs straddled his as he pushed his hips closer towards me. I could feel the bulge beneath his prison suit push against my pussy.

He broke the silence with a hushed whisper. “Kiss me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips firmly against his. Our tongues intertwined wildly, stroking each other. A wave of electricity jolted through my body.

I'd wanted to feel him for so long, the sexual desire rushed over me.
How long has it been since he's had a real woman? He's holding me so tightly, I don't want him to let go.

My panties became soaked as he gently rocked his lower body against mine. He pushed firmly under my chin to tilt my head back while he drew kisses down my throat. When his lips reached my collar bone he bit down gently. I was overcome by a sensation I had never felt before; a soft moan escaped me.

The guards. They're probably right outside the door. I want to moan loudly, yell for him to fuck me. But I can't.
The need to be silent made the lust feel so much stronger.

My pussy dripped for him as my hips swayed back and forth against his enlarged cock. Even against the outside of his clothing, his hard shaft spread my lips apart. The extreme wetness dampened the orange fabric between us.

Owen lifted his arms up and tore my blouse open. He gripped my breasts in his hands, squeezed them firmly as he pressed his face between them. His prick grew harder beneath his clothes.

I wanted him, I needed to feel all of him deep inside me. I couldn't stop the animalistic behavior. My hand lowered to feel his erection, gently my fingers ran over it. It was as muscular as the rest of him. I could feel the outline of the tip as I reached the end.

I unbuttoned the lower part of his jumpsuit, exposing the flesh I yearned for. I gripped his pulsing, swollen shaft tightly in my hand and started to stroke it. Softly I raised my hand up and down, picking up the pace as his head went back and he moaned with ecstasy.

His hands clutched my hips as I pumped his length. I could see the rapture spread across his body. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to have him.

His eyes fell back on mine as I lifted my skirt above my hips. He peered down at my light pink lace panties. I pulled them to the side to reveal my slippery inner thighs. Reaching out, he ran a single finger down the thin trail of hair that lead to my lower lips.

Fucking hell, I can't take this!
A moan escaped me as he continued tracing my slick pussy, his thumb grazing my clit. When I whimpered, Owen chuckled wickedly.

With his other hand digging into my ass cheeks, he plunged his fingers deep inside of me. Struggling to remain silent, I covered my mouth, biting my lip so hard I worried I'd leave a bruise.

I was on edge, burning from my toes to my eyes, a live wire. What the hell was I doing?

And why did it have to feel so fantastic?

My body arched as I rode his hand. I stroked him faster, his cock more rigid than steel. Owen curled his fingers, petting my inner walls as I crushed down on him helplessly. There was a chance, I realized with some excitement, that I could cum right here—before he even got his cock inside of me.

But it wasn't to be. Before I could tip over into an orgasm, he slid his hand away from my thighs. My pussy squeezed, arguing, desperate to keep him inside.

He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth and sucked the shiny surface. “Mmm,” he moaned, looking me dead in the eye as he indulged in my juices.

His boldness, this overt sexual side of him, had my belly flipping. Pure desire made me shift in his lap. When I did, the thick tip of his shaft rubbed my inner thigh. The heat of it broke me.

It didn't matter that he was a convict, or that I was his therapist, or even that neither of us had even mentioned or asked about condoms or birth control.

Any thoughts about protecting myself melted away.

I can't take this anymore, I'm done waiting!

I gazed into his eyes as I lifted my body slightly, guiding him towards my wetness. Had I ever had a cock so big inside of me? No, I didn't think so—and I had a deep, primal realization that it might be a challenge.

But I was soaked, my body buzzing from anticipation. His fat cock stretched me as he slid inside, burrowing further and further until I was seeing stars. How much of him was there? I imagined that single, initial stroke never ending.

Owen had other plans.

He thrust himself deep, the furry base of his shaft bumping my thighs. Biting my tongue, I thrilled at the sensation of being so full. His arms pulled my hips down harder with each thrust. The chains clanked loudly against the arms of the chair, but I didn't care.

His hands came up, reaching for my bra. I beat him there, unclasping it in one smooth motion. Owen narrowed his eyes at me, wordless appreciation all over his face.
He likes that I took my bra off for him.
The fact that I'd pleased him gave me a strange little thrill.

Leaning close, he ran his tongue across my hard nipples. They were stiff, easy targets for him. He circled the dusky areoles, teeth threatening to hurt me as he nibbled—but he never went too far.

I won't lie, I kind of wanted him to go further. This was a man who could tear me apart, smash me to bits. He had all the power, the advantage, that he needed. A beast like him, inked and massive, shouldn't have been anything but violent.

The potential for danger excited me... was that why I was doing this?

Stop thinking,
I told myself, riding his cock as it flexed.
You've gone this far.

Confined to his seat he thrust his pelvis upward, using every bit of inertia he could get. Our heavy breathing was the only noise that surrounded us. No words, no whispers, we just moaned like animals in heat.

His hands moved over my ass and gripped it firmly, fingers cutting into my flesh with the first real roughness he'd shown. It made me think about what he could do to me if he weren't chained up. Then, his mouth came closer, biting my collar bone frantically.

That was all I needed to crest the edge of climax.

Gasping, my voice strained as I locked up, muscles tingling. Pressure rolled through my lower belly, my pussy squeezing deliciously over his throbbing cock. I came violently, my nails clutching his shoulders like a vice.

Owen hissed through his teeth, arms curling around to bury me in his broad chest. While I was still twitching, I felt his cock thickening inside of me.

Is he going to finish without pulling out? Shit, we can't... we shouldn't risk that!

I knew it was an awful idea.
All
of this was a fucking awful idea.

But I never once tried to end it.

Holding me close, stealing my air, Owen went completely solid. Warm heat exploded in my pussy, his cum pumping again and again. It had happened—fucking hell, it had happened.

I'd let a killer cum inside of me.

His thrusts slowed, his cock pulsating as he leaned his head against my chest with a shuddering moan. Both of us sat in silence. Our skin had turned a warm, flushed red. Small beads of sweat trailed down his temples. Unable to move, we rested against each other. No words could form on my tongue.

The explosion of passion had been so intense I felt it in my bones. The tension had been building since the first time I had laid eyes on him.

I didn't care that what I had just done was wrong. I'd
needed
him.