“So soft,” he moaned, caressing them, using his thumbs to fondle my nipples and make them hard. It didn’t take much for my young, perky girls to stand at attention. Unlike Paris, I’d had no kids, so my breasts were just as tender and firm as they were when I was in high school. And these beauties were bringing out the dirty little boy in Elijah.
I wanted to reach down and grab his manhood so bad, but my hands were still restrained. Truth was, though, that I was getting off on being tied up while he had his way with me. I was looking forward to having one hell of an earth-shaking orgasm.
“Put ’em in your mouth.” Always the assertive one, I was giving orders even while I was tied up.
I watched him lower his head to my breast, his mouth open, ready to inhale my areola. My head fell back in ecstasy.
I jerked my head up and my eyes flew open when I heard the heavy footsteps of someone entering the room.
“Elijah,” I said, wondering how much he’d witnessed. That little fantasy I’d been having had me really worked up.
If he knew what I’d been doing, he didn’t let on. He closed the door behind him and walked over toward me, looking every bit as serious as he always did. Whatever was on his mind, it definitely wasn’t sex.
He grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to mine.
“You all right?” he asked me.
I nodded.
“Did they treat you okay while I was gone?”
I nodded again.
He sounded more like a father who had left a child home with the babysitter, rather than the man who was holding me captive. You’d think he’d be trying to clip off parts of my body to send back to the family, but instead, he’d been going out of his way to show me small acts of caring. Perhaps he was starting to feel a sense of protectiveness over me. Maybe there was some type of kidnappers’ syndrome named for that behavior too. I’d never been held hostage before, but from what I’d seen so far, it was making both me and my captor behave in some pretty unexpected ways.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” he asked.
“No,” I replied. “I’m good.”
“I brought you something,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows expectantly, waiting to see what he had.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a peach. “It’s organic. I know how you care about what goes in your body.”
There was something else I wanted inside my body at the moment, but I stopped myself from saying it out loud. Instead, I just said, “Thanks. You going to feed it to me?”
He looked down at the ropes that bound my hands. “Oh, yeah.” He got up and untied one of my hands and then gave me the peach.
“Thank you.” I took a bite of the peach, savoring the sweet juice. My tongue darted out of my mouth to keep the juice from dripping down my chin. Any other time, I could eat a piece of fruit and turn it into a whole sensual show, but Elijah barely even noticed. He clearly had something heavy on his mind.
We sat together in silence for a while, and I thought maybe he was about to get up and leave, but instead he exhaled hard and said, “I have something I need to ask you.”
“Okay,” I said, and then, because I didn’t feel threatened by him, I added, “but before you even ask, you know I can’t tell you much about my family.” Whatever weird connection was developing between me and Elijah, my loyalty would always remain with the Duncans.
“What exactly is H.E.A.T?” he asked.
I was a little caught off guard by his question. H.E.A.T was old news as far as I was concerned. “Of all the questions you can ask me, why would you ask me about H.E.A.T.?”
He shrugged. “I just want to know.”
“Nobody just wants to know about H.E.A.T. Where is this coming from?”
“Someone brought it up today in association with the Duncans.”
I took another bite of the peach, contemplating how much I should tell him. I decided that since H.E.A.T. was a dead issue for the Duncans, I wasn’t betraying anything by telling Elijah about it. “H.E.A.T. is a drug my family developed.”