Deceived 4 - The Wedding (2 page)

“You’re making me ha
-a-rd,” he whispered, stretching out the word.

I kept my stoic face.

“Wanna do it right now?”

I twitched.

“In the elevator?”

I shoved
the point of my elbow hard into his ribs. The woman shot an inquisitive glance my way. The seconds passed at a snail’s pace. I smiled at her again. Patrick’s breath was still at my ear.

“She can watch.”

I caved. I blew out a sputter in the most unladylike manner and attempted to choke down the laughter, but to no avail. I turned away from the woman and covered my mouth with my hand. When I turned back she was gone.

With the ding of
the elevator bell, Patrick and I barreled into the elevator car, laughing like mischievous children. The doors closed and Patrick’s body was against mine, pressing me into the finely oiled mahogany panels of the interior wall. He placed both of his palms flat against it, one on either side of my head, and pinned me up against the surface. His warm breath was in my ear again.

“You look delectable tonight
, Miss Swanson.”

I closed my eyes and drew in the fresh scent of his cologne.

“I think I could eat you right up tonight. You’ll be my dessert,” he murmured and nibbled my earlobe. My head rolled to the side automatically, allowing him more access to my flesh. He drew his mouth to mine and I could feel his soft lips lightly pulling on mine. He only stopped long enough to talk between pulls.

“Do you know what this reminds me of?”

“Mmmm…” was all I could manage. Desire and passion clouded my ability to think, let alone communicate.

“Remember the first night we made love?”

With eyes still shut, a smile tugged both corners of my mouth upward.

“We ran up the stairs to your apartment,
so excited, so hot for each other, tearing our clothes off as we went…do you remember?”

Did I remember? How could I forget? Patrick was perfect and tonight I was going to hold him so close. I never wanted to let him go that firs
t night and I still never wanted to let him go. And, when the sun came up, this time he wouldn’t have to go; neither one of us would ever have to go.

Once inside the modern contemporary penthouse
, I was on fire for him. With our lips locked in a kiss, I peeled his suit jacket down over his shoulders. It was flung to the side as I walked him backwards toward the couch. Breaking the kiss, I guided him to sit on the fine white Italian leather, pushing him down with my hands on his shoulders.

I lowered my voice
doing my best Monroe impression. “Now be a good boy and wait for your surprise.”

He grabbed at my wrists to pull me back, but I wrestled the
m free of his grip.

“I don’t know if I can wait…” he whined as he pawed the empty space where I had stood in front of him.

I slipped into the bedroom where the surprise lingerie I had purchased was hiding in a bottom drawer, under a bulky sweatshirt. “No peeking,” I called out as I pulled it from the drawer. I held it up by one of the straps. I determined it must have weighed all of two ounces as I palmed it in my hand. It was going to take some gymnastic style maneuvers just to put the thing on. It was a strappy bodysuit, with multiple crisscross straps that angled into a geometric design and stretched across my midriff, creating a pattern of cut outs across my stomach. The straps clung tightly to my torso, giving an overall impression of sexy bondage. The body suit had a high neck, with a metallic strap that fit close around the neck, choker style.
Thin straps of black fabric stretched down from the neck strap in triangular shapes, outlining each breast. A much smaller triangular swatch of fabric, just barely enough to cover the nipple, was framed inside the larger triangle, leaving sexy cut outs of the creamy white roundness of my breasts on either side of the small triangle. It had dual ties at the back and thong panties with a small heart detail on the front of the crotch
.
The fabric had a shiny black, wet look and the body suit came with contrasting color wrist restraints, but those were just for fun, nothing that could really hold a person hostage.

Just as I picked up the “just for fun” wrist restraints, I heard Patrick’s voice at the threshold of the bedroom door.

“Baby, I can’t wait. I can’t be a good—bo-yee, holy cow!” Patrick’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and I thought I detected a line of drool spilling out of his open jaw as he gaped at me. “God, Chloe, you are hot, hot...sizzling hot, baby!”

“Oh, this old thing?”
I teased and struck a seductive pose, stretching the wrist restraint strap coyly across my face to hide my smile as I looked up from under my lashes and batted my eyes at him. He lurched forward, his eyes brimming with lust, but I drew back from his out stretched arms.

“Hold on
, mister. You’ve been a bad boy. You must be punished for being bad.”

His arms dropped to his side and he bit his lip, narrowing his eyes, fighting the urge to grin, trying to play along.

“Oh, I see. Is that how it’s gonna be?”

“Stay where y
ou are. Don’t move.” I strutted around him, making a small circle as if sizing him up. “Don’t talk unless I tell you to.”

As I
stood behind him, I stopped and flung the long piece of wrist strap fabric over one of his shoulders then slowly pulled it back to me, testing him to see if he would finch. “Close your eyes and don’t turn around, don’t look at me.” His head twitched a little, as he wanted to see what the strap was doing, where it was going. “Now take off your clothes.”

He began to frantically tug at his necktie and quickly tossed it aside. Next he
attacked his dress shirt and after opening a couple buttons, pulled the whole thing off over his head. It joined his tie in a pile on the floor.

“Hey, hey now, slow it down. I want to enjoy the show. If you are good and foll
ow orders you will be rewarded. Follow my commands again and you will continue to be rewarded. The more you obey, the more you get.”

He couldn’t
contain a small smile from curving the corners of his mouth as he hopped from foot to foot to remove his pants. As he undressed I continued to circle around him, making approving nods and facial expressions as I went.

I walked around and kneeled down in front of Patrick
, slowly trailing my hands down his abs and thighs, wrapping my fingers around them as I went. He moaned with delight and said, “If this is what being submissive is all about, then I’m all for it. Chloe, I never knew you had this in you, you little vixen. What else am I going to learn about you before we get married? Good thing I found out now,” he laughed.

Once
again, I had to remind him to be quiet and shushed him. It was true. I was making this up as I went along, just to have a little fun sex play. I didn’t need much of anything to get turned on by Patrick. He was handsome, had the body of a Greek god and the sexiest eyes I had ever seen. One look at me was all it usually took, but the more I got into the role play, the more it lit my fire.

He
threw his head back with delight. He was rock hard. It was amazing to see the expression of his desire for me; he was so hard. I slipped my hand around his manhood, around the girth of his shaft, and began moving it up and down, stroking him while cupping his balls with the other hand. He moaned again. Slowly I slipped the tip of his head into my warm wet mouth. He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, inhaling quickly, a sign of his satisfaction. I continued and moved my mouth, first slowly and then faster and more rapidly as he writhed in delight and leaned into me, blissfully enjoying every second. I worked him up and down. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to erupt like a volcano, to make him lose himself in the moment and explode in my mouth. Each stroke on his cock was like fire, moving him closer to the eruption.

He kept his hands behind his back the entire time, though I knew that at any moment he could release them
if he wanted. The strap wasn’t that tight.

“Oh, baby
, that feels so good.”

His words
encouraged me to work harder and faster. He hissed between his teeth, “That feels so good, baby.”

I worked him fervently. His desire was rising, he was
approaching his climax, getting ready; he was going to come in my mouth and I wanted him to. But his need for control was taking over. He couldn’t stand it any longer and suddenly, I felt his hands on my shoulders. He had broken free. No surprise there. I hadn’t done a good job tying him up, not that I had really wanted to.

“Hold on
, baby, hold on. You are fantastic and that
feels
fantastic but since you started this, I think it’s your turn to be a little submissive.” He snickered and pulled me up to my feet.

The restraints had come off and he
held the red fabric strap in his hand, teasing me and tickling my skin with it.

“Come on, your turn
,” he growled. He was enjoying this way too much. What if he went further than I wanted? The thought that I may have created a monster struck my mind but it left as quickly as it had appeared.

“What? Me? I
-I…I don’t know,” I stuttered. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You seem to be doing pretty well so far.”

“You’re not going to use one of those riding crops on me, are you? Those things are wicked. I read about this stuff and that’s what they do.”

“That depends
…do you want me to?” He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss, drowning my words with his lips as he covered my mouth with his. His kiss deepened; I could feel his bare chest against mine and how it expanded as he breathed deeply. Oh God, his kisses set me on fire and I didn’t care what he wanted to do to me anymore.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you what to do
. Isn’t that the way this goes? This bondage stuff?”

“Okay, just don’t hurt me for real.” I giggled and smiled.

He spun me around. With his hands on my shoulders, he turned me so my back was to him and scooped my hair to the side, gently kissing my neck. He circled his arms around my waist, running his hands up my stomach to my breasts, cupping them in each hand. He squeezed and fondled each one, nibbling in my neck. I could feel the heat rising in my body. My pulse quickened and the blood rushed from all parts of my body to the area between my legs, creating a delicious tingle. He continued kissing and nibbling and murmured in my ear, “Now it’s your turn.”

“
Mmmmm, what do you want me to do?” Just tell me, I’m all yours.”

“Stop
talking, remember? Remember the rules…” He put his hands on my upper arms and gently guided them behind my back. “This won’t hurt…much,” he joked. “Give me your wrists.”

He took my wrist behind my back
now and with the same red strap I had used he tied my hands behind me, but he secured them with a knot so the strap wouldn’t come off easily. My heart jumped at the thought that he was taking things up a notch. Maybe this wasn’t going to be “just for fun” after all. The danger of it excited me. Or maybe the idea that there were parts of Patrick that I still had to discover, new and thrilling parts of his personality I hadn’t encountered yet, aroused me.

With my hands tied behind my back, he ordered me to close my eyes. “Wait a minute,” I said. “Aren’t you supposed to blindfold me or something?”

“No talking. Just close your eyes.”

He reached over
for his tie, lying on the floor. Snatching it up, he placed it over my eyes and secured it at the back of my head, smoothing my hair down before he tied it.

“Now,
my sweet little submissive, is that better? Are you happy? Don’t answer. Just nod your head.”

I played along and nodded my head with a smirk.

“No talking, and no smirking, either. Back to business.”

As I stood with my back to him, I could sense that he was standing behind me. He slowly untied the straps that hel
d my sexy body suit and they fell open easily. Next he unfastened the choker neck. He started to remove it, then stepped in front of me and slowly peeled it down, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room. My nipples hardened and it didn’t go unnoticed. Patrick paused his “peel down” for a moment and commented. “Nice,” he drawled, stretching the word into two syllables.

My senses were
heightened by the blindfold. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel the caress of his tongue brush over my nipples and feel that lightning fast tingle race down to my crotch area. But he didn’t move. Was I supposed to beg for it? Was that part of the submissive’s role, to beg? How was I supposed to do that, if I wasn’t allowed to talk?

I hear
d him give a breathy laugh of delight, of pleasure. I knew he was enjoying what he was seeing. As he peeled the body suit down to my hips, I wiggled, assisting him, and the barely six inches of fabric fell to the floor.

He walked around behind me and leaned into my ear.
I could feel his breath on my skin as he spoke. “Now climb onto the bed.”