Unfold Me (11 page)

“I can handle him,” I say.

“For now.”

“He’s completely obedient to me. I’ve achieved something even the best trainers couldn’t.” I offer him a small smile. “Wait, I think I know what you’re doing. You want me to reveal my secret to you... how I turned Isaac into a real, obedient slave. Well, I’m sorry, but I won’t tell you that. Let’s just say I made sure he knows what I’m capable of.”

Amusement flickers in Archer’s eyes. “Do you really expect me to believe that story? I think you don’t treat him as a slave at all. You’re not meant to be dominant and we both know it, so stop pretending. Once a slave, always a slave. Oh, and one of my men was passing by your home and saw you and Isaac getting in your car and going somewhere, outside town, I presume. And Isaac went willingly. He’s been restrained for years. You must have offered him something.”

“Wow, your men should really stop accidentally finding themselves near my home,” I say through my teeth. “And where I took Isaac is none of your business. You’re not the only one who organizes parties. If I wanted to free Isaac, I wouldn’t have kept him in my home. And if you really must know, he was drugged. A few pills a day, and he’ll do anything, because he can’t live without them. I know he won’t be able to do that for long, but I don’t care. I’ll get rid of him.”

Archer gives me an incredulous stare, but then composes himself almost an instant later. “We’ll see at the party, then, I guess. I have something special in mind for Isaac and you.”

“Good.” I grin and fold the napkin across my lap as the waiter brings us food. Archer’s gaze lingers on me, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“I could get to like this new side of you, you know,” he says, and I look up at him with an arched eyebrow. “You just have to let me.” His leg brushes mine under the table.

I don’t say anything, just cut into my steak and take a bite. We finish our meal in silence, and then the music and flashy colorful lights come on. Before I can ask anything, Archer rises to his feet and offers his hand to me.

“Just one dance,” he says, and I place my hand into his and let him pull me to my feet. He snakes his arm around my waist, tugging me so close to him that I gasp.

“You never cease to surprise me,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ve always liked that about you.” His hands travel down my back, and I tense. “Tell me you don’t miss any of this.” His lips are only a breath away from mine, and he cups my ass, squeezing hard. “Tell me you don’t miss this.” His hand travels over my body, and he takes my hand in his and places it over his hard cock.

A thousand tiny pinpricks spread over me, and my breath is caught somewhere in my chest.

“Tell me,” he commands. When I don’t respond, he steps away from me and in one swipe sends all the plates, glasses, and silverware crashing to the floor. Then he grabs me by the arm and shoves me forward until my face is pressed against the table’s white surface. He rubs himself against my ass, his hand winding into my hair and tugging back painfully. I’m so wet that the only thing I can think of is to remove the clothes that are in our way.

“This is what you want, Kitten. Don’t fight it. Just say yes.” He slams his hips forward and I let out a small moan. “Say it, and I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Let go of me,” I say when I find my voice.

“Are you sure?” His grip on my hair tightens, sending tinges of pain through my skull.

“Yes. Now!” I ignore the furious throbbing between my legs and reach behind me, wrapping my fingers tightly around Archer’s wrist. His grip eases up and I lift myself up, tugging down and straightening my dress. “I have to go.” I pick up my purse off the floor and stride across the room, because if I don’t leave now, I’ll do something I’ll regret.

“See you at the party!” he yells after me when I’m almost at the door. I don’t reply and just rush into the night. Tears sting my eyes, but I push them back. God, what’s wrong with me? How can I be this conflicted about the man who ruined my life? But he also unlocked something in me that I didn’t know existed, and I still remember all the times he held me, caressed my hair, and told me that he’d do anything for me. Could he become a better man for me one day? There’s only silence to answer my question.

I throw my purse onto the cabinet as soon as I get home. Isaac immediately appears in the hallway, his brow furrowed.

“How did it go?” he asks, eyeing me carefully, his arms crossed.

“Terribly,” I say. “We should just stop this before anything bad happens. I can’t... I don’t think we should play games with Archer. He’s just... We’re never going to achieve anything.” I head toward the living room, but Isaac blocks my path.

“What are you talking about? What did he say?” He narrows his eyes.

“He said he had something in mind for us at the party, and I have a bad feeling about it. We can pretend that you’re my slave, but only up to a certain point. I won’t... I won’t let him do anything to you.” I push past him and he follows me.

“Oh come on, there’s not much he can do!” Isaac raises his voice.

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” My whole insides feel as if they were turned upside down and I want to jump out of my skin. Every part of me itches, but I know there’s nothing to scratch. “You’re still going through withdrawal and I... I can’t do this right now.”

“No! Tell me what happened.” Isaac’s face is unyielding. “Something happened. I know it. What are you not telling me?”

“Isaac, please...” I shake my head. “Tomorrow, okay?”

“Why? So you can come up with a convenient lie? No, tell me now. I want to know.”

“Nothing happened, I swear. All I’m saying is that what we’re doing has become too risky, and I don’t want to do it anymore. Can’t you just understand that? Or are you so caught up in your revenge plan that you can’t see straight? Wait until your mind clears.”

Isaac snorts. “Oh, I can’t see straight? What about you? Did you enjoy it too much, is that it? Did you want to stay with him? Did you want him to fuck you?”

“That’s none of your business! Nothing happened!” I run my hand through my hair. I can’t stay. Not when Isaac is here.

“So I’m right.”

“I can’t stay here.” I rush back into the hallway, but before I can reach the door, Isaac grabs my arm. I turn around, glaring at him. “What?” I snap. “Are you going to stop me from going for a drink?” I expect him to let go of me, but he doesn’t.

“You’re going to find a new guy to add to your list, aren’t you?” Isaac tilts his head. “You’ll fuck someone instead of Archer.”

I want to deny it, but I’m sure the truth has already shown on my face. “What does it matter even if I do?”

“It does.” He drops his hand, his eyes intent on mine. “If it’s just sex you seek to release the tension, then why the hell don’t you do it with me? Don’t you think I need it too?”

“What? No, we can’t... It would be... too complicated.” My breath hitches, my eyes bulging.

“No, it wouldn’t. It won’t mean anything. It’s just sex.” His face is deadly serious. “What does it matter if you do it with me or with some random guy from a bar?”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” I want to turn away from him, but he places his hand on my cheek and pulls me in for a kiss. The soft touch of his lips against mine is not enough, so I slide my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss until we can both barely breathe.

“Show me what you do with them...” he says when we break apart.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“...the men on your list.”

I want to say no, but the sight of the bulge in his jeans stops me. He wants this. I want it. Then what’s the problem?

“Come on.” I take his hand and lead him toward my room. We stop in the doorway, and I find his lips again, my hand roaming down his strong chest. “Whatever you do...” I say, tugging on his shirt. “... don’t get on top of me.” I usually don’t tell this to men I sleep with, but this is Isaac. I don’t want him to think he’s doing something wrong, when it’s all about me.

“Okay.” He helps me pull his shirt over his head.

“Anything
you
don’t want me to do?” I ask.

He just shakes his head.

I grab the waist of his pants and pull him slightly toward me, then unzip his jeans and push them to the floor.

“Wait,” he says as I move to tug down his boxers. “I want to take off your dress.”

“If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it my way,” I say.

“I won’t get on top of you, I promise,” he says. “Just tell me to stop if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

“Fine.” I let my hands drop to my sides. He goes to stand behind me and finds the zipper of my dress, but instead of pulling it down, he runs his hand down my back, then places a soft kiss on my shoulder. His tongue traces a wet path up my neck, and I cock my head to the side. I hear the zipper slide down, and Isaac gently lowers the soft fabric down my body, raising goose bumps all over me. A small gasp escapes me as Isaac’s teeth graze my skin, but there’s no pain.

My dress finally falls to the floor in a heap and I step out of it. Isaac unclasps my bra and I chuck it across the room. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading. Then his hand slips down my body and pushes my panties down my legs. A moan escapes my throat as he slips a finger inside me. When I think my knees will give out, he pulls out and brings his finger to his mouth.

“You taste so good,” he says. “Go sit on the edge of the bed.”

I eye him for a moment, but then do as he says.

“Spread your legs,” he says, and I part them as wide as I can, exposing myself completely to him. He lowers himself to his knees in front of me and looks at me through his thick eyelashes, a wicked smile popping out on his face. Bending his head, he places a kiss on my thigh, then slowly circles his tongue up and down until my breathing speeds up.

He runs his finger across my slickness, teasing me, then slides it inside me, and every single muscle in my body clenches. His movements are slow at first, but then he thrusts a second finger in. My hips lift off the bed a little, and just when I’m close to the edge, he pulls out. I let out a frustrated moan, but then his tongue parts my folds and swirls around my clit. He sucks and licks, the pleasure rising inside me until it overcomes my whole body. I cry out, gripping the bed sheets.

“Stop,” I breathe out when I can finally form coherent words. He immediately pulls back, looking up at me. “That was... amazing, but now lie down on the bed.”

“Okay.” He climbs onto the bed, watching me with hunger in his eyes.

“Let’s get these off.” I tug at his boxers and yank them down his body. His thick length springs into view, and I wrap my hand around him.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I say.

He chews on his lower lip as if he’s considering it, but then does what I said. Lowering my head, I take him deep into my mouth, making him gasp. I swirl my tongue around him, my teeth grazing him ever so slightly, and I increase the speed until he groans, barely able to keep still.

“Stop. Please.” He gasps, and I lift my head.

“Why?” I grin.

“I want this to last a bit longer,” he says, his chest raising and falling. “Do you always...?”

“No.” I don’t want to talk about other guys right now, so I climb on top of him and pin his wrists to the bed. “Don’t move your hands or touch me.”

“Okay,” he says, but he doesn’t look so sure of it. For some reason, that makes me smile. I position myself over him and guide his cock into my opening. As I slowly lower my hips on him, we both let out a soft moan. I rock my hips, and he lifts himself off the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust. As Isaac watches me, I run my hands up and down my body, caressing my breasts. Our movements become more urgent, and I clench around him as ripples of pleasure surge through us, making us both cry out.

I roll off him, trying to catch my breath. The tension in my shoulders is long gone, and I feel content and sated. Isaac sits up, running a hand through his sweaty hair. My gaze falls on his back and the numerous scars that cover his skin. I could kill the person who did that to him with my own bare hands.

“Ugly, aren’t they?” He looks at me over his shoulder, a half smile on his lips, and breaks me out of my dark thoughts.

“What? No... I mean... You shouldn’t have them. I can’t imagine the pain it must have...” I sit up.

“It doesn’t matter. I got used to it.” He shrugs, and I raise my hand.

“Can I... touch them?”

“Sure. If you want to.”

I gently trace my finger over the longest one that goes from his left shoulder to his right hip. Then I bow my head and kiss my path down his back. When I pull back, he twists around and captures my lips with his.

“No one’s ever done that,” he says, his voice light. I want to pull him to me and wrap myself around him until we both fall asleep, but then we’d break our own agreement. This is supposed to be just sex, not anything else, so I grab the sheet and wrap it around myself, getting to my feet.

If I stay in here with him, I’m only going to make things complicated. There’s something in his eyes, an emotion I can’t identify, as he watches me go for the door, and for the first time, I wish we had met under different circumstances. But we haven’t. So I walk out of that door and don’t look back.