“Traditional sex.” I fired back and heard him laugh.
“I’m learning so many new things about you lately, Future Wife...First, you take exotic classes after work, and now you’re into bondage...Are there any more secrets you want to tell me about before we tie the knot? Do you strip for extra money on the weekends?”
I rolled my eyes. “Could you hurry up and untie me please?”
“Untie you? Why would I do that?” He planted kisses down the exposed groove of my back. Then he secured the ropes even tighter around my wrists.
“What are you doing?!”
He stepped around to face me. “Were you about to let that man touch you?”
“You’re really not going to untie me?”
“It looks like you were about to let him touch what’s mine...” He stepped forward and kissed my lips, slipping his hands underneath the fabric of my dress. “Is this how you normally dress behind my back? This dress shows everything...You might as well be naked...”
“Untie me. Right now, Jonathan.”
“I don’t think so.” He kissed me again, whispering, “I don’t know who you are anymore, Claire...”
I let out a sigh, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything further because he clamped my lips shut with his fingers.
Glaring at me, he wrapped his other arm around my waist. “I don’t give a damn if he is g*y. No other man massages you. Ever. Are we clear?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“We’re clear.”
He stared at me a few more seconds before letting me go. He walked over to the table and grabbed the box Sean had opened. Then he set it behind me and muttered something to himself I couldn’t hear.
I tried to turn around and see what he was doing, but it was no use. I couldn’t move my legs, and the bristles from the rope were really starting to hurt.
I suddenly felt him pressing kisses against the back of my shoulders, reaching around me and squeezing my br**sts.
“Have you enjoyed being abstinent this week?” He sounded amused.
“It’s been the best week of my life.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. It’s been so much fun that I don’t think I want to have sex ever again.”
He let out a low laugh and gently pulled my head back with my hair—until I was looking up at him. “I think the last few nights have been the worst nights of your life...”
I didn’t say anything. I kept the slight smirk on my face and looked into his eyes.
“I think you’ve tossed and turned in your sleep—wishing I was here, so I could help relieve that longing ache between your thighs.” He lowered his voice. “And I know you’ve woken up every morning, reaching for me...” He pulled my hair a little more and pressed his lips against mine for an upside down kiss. “Because I’ve reached for you...”
My heart fluttered and I lifted my head forward. “Please untie me...”
He didn’t answer so I repeated myself.
Nothing.
”Jonathan?” I called his name again and tried to tilt my head back, but I felt him pressing a buzzing vibrator against me.
“Did you pack one of these in your suitcase?” he whispered into my ear.
Yes...“No.”
“Are you sure?” He held me steady with his other hand. “The infamous purple one was missing from your closet the other day...”
“Were you planning to use it on yourself while I was gone? Patiently awaiting the opportunity?”
He trailed the vibrator around to my stomach and pulled me back against him, letting me feel his hardened dick against my skin. “I thought we agreed on no self-pleasure either...” He softly bit my shoulder. “You’re cheating on me with a vibrator?”
My voice caught in my throat as he trailed his other hand against my sides and up to my bound wrists. He started to rub his palm against the rope, chafing my skin.
“Jonathan...That hurts...”
He continued rubbing against it, forcing the bristles to slowly tear into my flesh, and he suddenly stopped.
I heard a clanking noise above me—the harsh sound of metal grinding against metal. Then I felt my body slowly tilting to my right—turning and turning until I was upside down with my entangled fingertips grazing the floor.
I looked up and saw Jonathan standing in between my legs, and I swallowed. “What are you doing?”
He snatched my panties off and slipped his tongue in between my legs, making me cry out.
Ignoring my moans, he held a strange bottle over me and squeezed it—letting the warm liquid drizzle all over me.
I shut my eyes as blood rushed to my head, as he dipped his head low again and teasingly slid his tongue into me. I started to relax as he established a torturous rhythm: probing his tongue in and out of me, swirling it against my clit, French kissing my lips...
I felt my insides quivering, begging for more, but he stopped.
I looked up at him in confusion—longing for him to continue, but he laughed and grabbed something off the table.
Before I could say anything, he smacked my ass with a leather whip. Hard.