Tormented (6 page)

Harrison swung around and closed the distance between us. “Baby! Are you okay?”

Um . . . no, I’m not. Not even close.

I just cried harder. This wasn’t how I wanted this day to end. I was strong, independent, confident, yet I couldn’t control the flow of tears.

“I’m going to take you inside, okay?” His voice was low and gruff.

Strong arms lifted me off the ground, and I leaned into his chest. God, it felt so, so, so damn good. His heartbeat was nearly as fast as mine, and I couldn’t help the small smile that broke through.

My breath hitched. “Okay,” I said in a shaky voice.

The sense of relief that washed over me in that moment when I just gave myself to Harrison and let him take over stunned me. In the strangest of ways, it was liberating to
not
always want to be in control and to just allow a man to take care of me.

Harrison inserted the key and opened the door without any of the trouble I seemed to have experienced. Maybe I was just too tired and drank too much red wine so that the smallest thing had become difficult and overwhelming.

He carried me inside and straight to my bedroom. He inspected the grazed palms I’d used to break my fall and then gently brought them to his lips one by one and kissed them.

“I know it hurts, but you’ll live,” he said, his eyes warm and kind.

That
look completely undid me. Gruff and moody Harrison I could deal with. But when he showed his caring side, I did what I always did and threw caution to the wind.

“Thank you.”

He swallowed hard and just nodded. “I think I remember where you keep the first-aid kit. We need to disinfect that graze.” His voice was laced with concern. I loved that he took control of the situation.

Luckily I hadn’t packed that away yet. He left the bedroom and I could hear him open and close kitchen cabinet doors as he searched for the kit. A few minutes later, he returned to the room with a glass of ice water and the kit.

I like this Harrison.

Thoughtful. Caring. Sweet.

Words I didn’t normally associate with the tough cop image he fought so hard to preserve. Harrison was an expert at hiding his softer side from the outside world.

Ice cubes tinkled against the glass as he placed it on the nightstand and came to sit on the edge of the bed while opening the small plastic container with the big red cross on it.

“W
ow, there are a shitload of boxes everywhere. You seem to be ready for the big move.” I made small talk in the hope that Eva would feel more comfortable with me being there and taking care of her.

“Yeah, isn’t it strange? I haven’t tripped over a single box yet.”

Chuckling at the irony, I took her hands in mine. Luckily she wasn’t bleeding, so I wiped her palms with an antiseptic solution I’d shaken onto a sterile piece of gauze. She flinched from the burn, but didn’t pull away.

“I bet your ass hurts most where you connected with the ground, huh?”

She just nodded as color rose to her cheeks.

I shook two painkillers from the bottle and handed them to her, along with the glass of water. She drank the pills and the rest of the water and laid back against the pillows with her dark hair fanning out around her face. Her eyes were big and round, and a faint smile adorned her mouth.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

“I should go now.”

“No, stay. Just hold me.” Her voice was soft and her eyes inviting.

She slipped off her jeans and moved to the middle of the bed so that I could lie beside her. The black boy-shorts she wore were different to the underwear I was used to seeing her in, a touch masculine and yet sexy as fuck. I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly closed it before I said something stupid and she changed her mind about the invitation. I smiled down at her and pulled my shirt over my head, not missing the way she sucked in a breath as she watched me toss the bundle of fabric into a corner.

“Thank you for staying,” she said in a husky voice.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, as I crept onto the bed and held my arms open for her to cuddle into.

Her arms and legs intertwined with mine as she gave up the fight and simply placed her cheek on my chest with a pleasurable sigh.

Fuck, I loved when she did that. Gently, I stroked her hair, my whole body humming to the tune of her. There was simply nowhere else I would rather be than there. Her breath still smelled of alcohol, and for once I wasn’t the one who was going to have a massive headache the next day.

I held her tightly until I heard her breathing even out minutes later as she drifted off to sleep. Just being near her brought peace to my troubled heart in ways I’d never experienced with anyone else.

As bad as I am for Eva, she is that good for me.

I
woke a few hours later with Eva still wrapped around me. I’d given her what she needed, but now my own need had taken over my body. It was impossible to feel her tits as she breathed in and out against me and not be aroused.

I’m only a man.

Her hand snuck up to my cheek and rested there, but she didn’t open her eyes or change her breathing pattern. I leaned into her palm and closed my eyes, just savoring her closeness for a long moment.

How the simple things are also the best things.

Tracing her lips with my fingers and caressing down her throat with the back of my hand, I marveled at how deeply she slept, and how fucking gorgeous she was when she relaxed completely.

Running my hands lightly over her breasts and down her ribcage, I sought the warmth between her legs. I pushed her thighs slightly apart and moved the boy-leg panties to the side before caressing softly over her smooth mound and slipping a finger in to find her clit.

She moaned softly in her sleep and opened her legs wider.

That’s my good girl.

Lazily, my fingers strummed her tiny bundle of nerves and I felt her pussy swell and become drenched with her arousal. Christ, I wanted to taste her so fucking badly, but I didn’t want to wake her yet. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, and slowly fucked her while my thumb kept up its work of circling her clit.

A soft moan escaped her lips and her hips moved slowly and rhythmically as her pussy rode my fingers. My dick hardened and strained against my jeans, and I cursed myself that I hadn’t removed them too. There was nothing I wanted more than to slip into Eva and fuck her slowly with no rush to orgasm or perform, just to enjoy her closeness and feel myself grow harder as I moved inside her.

As if she read my mind, Eva’s hands went to my cock and squeezed. Her eyes were still closed, and she spoke in a sleepy voice. “I want your cock inside, baby.
Please
.”

Jesus. I wasn’t denying her or turning her invitation down.

I undid my jeans and slipped them off, sending them to join my shirt in the corner. In that time Eva had rolled onto her stomach and was drifting back to sleep again. Gripping the panties, I pulled them down her legs and threw them onto the growing pile of clothes.

Fuck. I’d forgotten how gorgeous her ass was. Round and soft, it was the most erotic part of her, and my cock jerked with desire. On closer inspection, her ass cheeks felt a little hot from where she’d fallen earlier. I caressed the globes softly, then mapped them with my tongue, licking and kissing every square inch of her delectable backside.

She writhed and moaned with pleasure and then surprised me by rolling onto her back just as I was getting to really enjoy her.

A flash of disappointment washed over me but disappeared as quickly as it had come when she opened her eyes and all I could see in their dark depths was lust for me.

“Tie me up, Harrison. Own my body. Do to me whatever you want. I need to feel pain, and I want to feel pleasure. Fuck me until I pass out.”

She wants me to take control.

Fuck. My cock throbbed, and my brain went into a spin. She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt until I leaned over her and gripped the ends and ripped the shirt so that buttons scattered in all directions. I was getting good at this.

“Naughty cop. That’s the second shirt you ruined in a week.”

“You have no fucking idea how naughty, baby. I’m going to take every inch of your body. I’m going to make you squirm and scream. I’m going to own you.”

“Yeah. I want that.”

She wants to submit to me.

I undid her bra and pulled it off her body. Her nipples were hard already.

She licked her lips and smiled at me.

“What’s your safe word, Eva?”

“Safe word?” She frowned and wrinkled her nose while thinking. “Um . . .
Ryder
?”

I growled. Fuck, did she want me to lose my shit completely? Of all the words in the world, she chose that one?

“You sure that’s the word you want?”

“Yeah.”

Smart girl. There wasn’t another word she could pick that would make me stop dead in my tracks any faster.

I grimaced before conceding. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

Control was about choosing one’s battles. A true master gave small concessions to set his submissive at ease. Knowing when to give and when to take. A very fine balance of power, shifting subtly from one to the other seamlessly.

Remembering that I’d seen rolls of tape on the kitchen counter when I’d gone to get the first-aid kit, I scooted off the bed and sprinted to the kitchen, my erection leading the way and my balls slapping painfully against my legs.

This is going to be so fucking good. As long as she doesn’t need the safe word, we’ll be just fine.

R
eturning to the bedroom, Eva’s eyes widened when her gaze fell on the tape and plastic ties I held up with a triumphant grin.

I found her shirt—the one without buttons—and ripped it into long lengths.

“What—”

“No talking, baby. Just relax, okay?”

She nodded without a word. Good. I’d get her another silk blouse or two soon.

Twisting a length of fabric around her ankles, I bound them together quickly and then secured it with a length of tape wound around the fabric and both ankles. I took care not to let the tape touch her delicate skin, yet made sure she was securely tied up with a little bit of maneuvering space so that I didn’t cut off her circulation.

Next were her magnificent tits. I knotted three strips of fabric together and twisted it round on itself to resemble a rope, then wound that around her chest and back, crisscrossing and accentuating each breast until they both popped out and stood proud, her nipples engorged by the extra blood supply.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

Still she said nothing, only gifting me with a smile. I’d never done this to a woman before, but I’d seen pictures of rope work on the internet recently, and I’d wanted to try it. With Eva, of course.

Fighting the temptation to suck on her magnificent tits, I forced myself to stay in control. I couldn’t cave and give in to my own desire until I’d given her the pain and pleasure she craved.

“Your wrists, baby.”

Without hesitation, she pushed them together and held them out to me. I repeated the process with the cloth and tape, and the way I fastened her wrists caused her arms to press into her sides, making her tits even more pronounced.

She blushed, fully aware of how she looked—vulnerable and sexy as fuck.

I spread her knees open wide, sucking in a breath as my gaze fell on her glistening pussy. She was dripping for me already. I salivated, greedy to taste her and eat her out.

Be the master.

My heartbeat quickened, and I had to suck oxygen deeply into my lungs to retain control and not just dive right in, as I naturally wanted to. Stretching it out, denying ourselves for as long as possible was sweet torture, but made it oh so fucking good.

Eva bit into her lip as I stared at her wet-as-fuck cunt.

“Now
that
is the most beautiful sight on the fucking planet,” I said as I gripped my cock and gave it a few hard tugs, inhaling the smell of her desire that filled the room. I fucking loved the smell of sex. There was nothing like it on earth.

With my head spinning and intoxicated by lust, I ran the last piece of fabric between my fingers to smooth it out. “And now, I’m going to blindfold you.”

I hovered over her as I tied the fabric over her eyes, testing that she wasn’t able to cheat and peek from under the soft silk. Eva’s breathing sped up and her chest heaved with anticipation.

Walking to her closet, I found a thin suede belt hanging around a soft jacket. I pulled it from the loops impatiently. Flicking through her clothes, I found another soft leather belt and wrapped it around my wrist with a grin.

An open box stood by my feet and as I peered in, my eye fell on a feathery hat—the kind women wore to the races and those girly tea parties Eva and Jade were fond of. I chuckled softly. Perfect. I plucked a long purple feather from the hat and a shorter black one too.

Upon opening the third drawer, I found my other prize: lying on top of silky underwear was a pink vibrator. I didn’t need to test it to know that it would be fully charged.

I had everything I needed.

Tonight’s play will be like nothing either of us has ever experienced.

My voice was deep and calm when I spoke. “Trust me, Eva. I’m going to give you everything you need and want.”

“Yes,” she whispered, then pursed her lips.

“First I have to punish you for sending me away. It will hurt, but trust me, the pleasure you feel burn through your body afterwards will be so worth it.”

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I noticed a few small beads of perspiration on her upper lip and brow. Using the shorter feather, I tickled her nipples, teasing them until they stood hard like pebbles. Switching to the long purple feather, I tickled around her navel and glided it over her pussy and down between her thighs, making her writhe and squirm.

“Hmmm,” she hummed. Goosebumps scattered over her smooth skin.

I rolled her onto her stomach and bit into the ample flesh of her ass. She yelped, raising her bottom from the bed, which was exactly what I wanted. Propping her up on her elbows, with her delectable ass in the air, I took a step away to admire the dip of her back where it curved upward. I licked my lips. Her pussy sat ripe between her legs, glistening and begging for me to eat it.