Chapter Twelve
If Cassie were Blaine, she’d be reciting the geologic time periods right now to calm herself down. Still, under her nervousness, she felt a swell of desire, the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
She crossed one leg over the other and squeezed her thighs together.
It wasn’t a long drive, thankfully.
He parked the car and handed her the keys. “Since we’re pretending it’s your house,” he explained at her questioning look. “We can start as soon as you get out of the car.”
Her confidence faded as she curled her hand over the keys. Oh God. This was really going to happen, and she’d never done anything like it before.
“I don’t know what I should say,” she whispered. “I’m not very good at acting.”
He hesitated. “I’ll walk you to the door, you’ll tell me you had a nice time tonight, and then you’ll open the door to go inside. I’ll follow you, then ask if you’re forgetting something.”
She cleared her suddenly dry throat. “Okay.”
She could do this. She would just follow his lead. He’d keep her safe, and he would give her what she yearned for in the dark recesses of her mind.
She stepped out of the car, and he followed her up the path to the front door.
It was time.
“I had a lovely evening,” she said, turning toward him.
“Me, too.”
“Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good night.”
She fumbled with the key in the door, unable to get it to work. She laughed. This was not how it was supposed to go.
“Allow me.” Blaine opened the door for her. When she stepped inside, he said darkly, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She lifted her purse. “Nope. I’ve got everything.”
“That’s not what I mean.” He came closer, invading her personal space. “You’re not going to let me go with just a kiss on the cheek, are you?”
His safe, familiar voice now had a steely edge to it. She shivered.
“Yes,” she said, swallowing. “I am. I had a lovely time at dinner, but I never sleep with a man on the first date.”
She turned to close the door, but he was there, looming over her.
“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” he said.
She tried to sidestep him. “Get away from me.”
“You see, Cassie, I took you out to a nice restaurant. I paid for a nice dinner. Now you owe me something in return.”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“Yes, you do. And I always get my way.” He dipped his head to her ear and whispered, “Always.”
Her skin tingled with fear and excitement blended together. But she was safe with him. It was an intoxicating combination of feelings.
“Please,” she said. “Don’t do this.”
He grabbed her arms and shoved her against the door, forcing his leg between her thighs. “I like when you struggle.” He rubbed his crotch against her, showing her exactly how turned on it was making him.
The size of him shocked her, even though he’d been inside her many times before.
“Be a good girl and give me what I want.”
She twisted, trying to get away. “No.”
“Very well. We’ll do this the hard way.”
When he scooped her up in his arms, she cried out in protest. It felt so…real.
“Stop!” She hit his back with her fists over and over as he carried her up the stairs and threw her onto his bed.
“Strip for me,” he commanded.
“No.”
“Strip, or I’ll tear off your dress. And I don’t think you want that, do you? It’s such a pretty dress. Does a great job of showing off your tits.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Do it. Now.”
She scrambled up and ran toward the door, but he blocked her path.
“You’re not getting out of here,” he said. “Until I fuck you good and hard. And even then…” His lips curved in an evil grin. “I might keep you here all night. Have my way with you over and over again. Make sure you learn your lesson.”
Her panties were soaked, her heart thundering as she tried to push past him. He gripped her by the shoulders and held her still.
“Let go of me.”
“Fine.” He lifted his hands from her body. “Just so you can take off your dress.”
“I won’t do it.”
“You will,” he said and leaned in to whisper, “or I’ll tell everyone your little secret. You wouldn’t want that to get out, would you?”
She blinked. She didn’t know what kind of secrets she had, other than this rape fantasy. But still, a shiver traveled down her spine as she looked into his eyes, followed quickly by a bolt of pure arousal.
God, he was so damn sexy in that suit.
She grasped the bottom of her dress with shaking hands and pulled it over her head.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, his voice smooth and confident and oh, so chilling. “Sure looks like you planned to get fucked tonight. Matching lace panties and bra. I like it.”
“I hate you.”
“Now, now, Cassie. I know that’s not true.” He pushed aside her panties and shoved a finger inside her. “You see? Your body says you’re aching for me. Look how wet you are.” He held up his hand, glistening with her moisture.
“That doesn’t mean I want you.”
“Liar.” He slipped his finger into her mouth. “Taste your desire for me.”
She jerked her head away, but she could still taste her arousal.
“Show me the rest.” He snapped his fingers. “Quick, quick. I don’t have all night.”
Her cheeks burned as she unhooked her bra and pushed her panties to the floor. He looked her up and down, hand on his chin, appraising her.
“Well, well,” he said. “I think you’ll do just fine.” He swatted her ass, and she yelped. “Get on the bed. On your back.”
She sat on the bed, but she didn’t lie back. She liked being defiant with him, pushing him, making him control her.
“You don’t really want to disobey me, do you? I know your dirty little secret, remember.”
She lifted her chin. “You’re an asshole.”
“You won’t admit it, but you love this. I know you do. I know exactly what you need. What you crave.”
He pushed her shoulder, and she let herself fall onto her back, swallowing hard. She knew she’d soak his sheets.
He did know exactly what she needed. He could read her so well.
“Good girl,” he said. “But I don’t trust you to stay put, so I’m going to tie you to the bed.”
“No!”
He held her down as he took off the tie that she’d lovingly knotted for him earlier that evening. He tied her left wrist to one corner post of the bed as she writhed in protest. With a satisfied smirk, he opened the top couple of buttons on his shirt, revealing a sprinkle of dark hair, then strode over to the closet and came back with three more neckties. He tied her other limbs to the bed while she squirmed in an intoxicating combination of desperation and fear.
His knots weren’t tight. She could free herself if she wanted to. But still, they were enough to make the fantasy seem real.
When he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free, she couldn’t help but lick her lips.
It did not escape his notice.
“You want to suck me, don’t you?”
“No! I—”
He was on the bed, shoving his cock between her lips before she could say anything more. He fucked her mouth a few times before rolling on a condom.
“You gonna beg me one last time?”
“Please. You don’t have to do this. The secret— I’ll pay you to keep your mouth shut.”
He snorted as he lowered himself between her legs. “I have more money than I know what to do with. You’re getting my cock.”
And he thrust into her savagely.
When she cried out, he covered her mouth with his hand.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said.
It did feel good. God, did it ever feel good. But she didn’t want to admit that, not yet. This was what she craved. Feeling small, helpless, on the edge of pain…but not over it.
She shook her head. “Please stop.”
“Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
She tried to twist to the side, but his weight held her down as he thrust into her unrelentingly. Over and over. And she took it, giving him only feeble protests.
He sped up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. She was getting close, oh, so close, when he pulled out of her, tore off the condom, and came on her stomach. She whimpered at the loss of his shaft inside her, at the way he’d crudely spent himself on her.
“If you hadn’t fought me,” he said, “I would have let you come. But you’ll have your chance. Eventually.”
He left her. She heard him close the door to the washroom then walk down the stairs.
She stretched as best she could within her bonds. Her heart was pounding in exhilaration, and need coursed through her. If only she could touch herself.
He came back to the room a few minutes later, his pants done up. In his hand, he carried an espresso. Sitting down on the chair on the other side of the room, he regarded her over the rim of his cup. She squirmed under his careful gaze. He was dressed—except for his lack of tie—and she was lying on his bed, naked, her legs spread wide, her pussy on display.
And his cum on her stomach.
He quirked his lips, a self-satisfied smile.
“Ready to admit you liked it?” he asked.
“Fuck you.”
He just laughed and calmly sipped his coffee. When he was finished, he picked up a book and started reading. Or pretending to, she suspected. How could he actually read at a time like this?
After what seemed like an eternity, he snapped the book shut and placed it on the bedside table. He began undressing, starting with his suit jacket and pants, which he hung in the closet.
“Like what you see, Cassie?” He smiled darkly at her as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Oh, yes, she liked what she saw. Every lean, muscled inch of him, coming into view.
She couldn’t help but lick her lips again.
…
Once Blaine had stripped off his clothes, he sat down in the chair and took his cock in hand, pumping it a few times until he was hard. He watched Cassie’s face as he stroked himself. Her gaze was aimed at his crotch, and he laughed softly.
She was tied to his bed, at his mercy, and she loved that.
And so did he.
He came to the bed and wiped his cum off her stomach, so they didn’t stick together when he fucked her for the second time. It sure hadn’t taken long for him to be ready to go again. He rolled on a condom and rubbed himself over her slit.
“What about now?” he said. “Ready to say you want it?”
She shook her head weakly.
“Too bad. I’ll give it to you anyway.”
He shoved inside her again, and her inner muscles tightened around him. Oh God, did she ever feel amazing. So warm and wet. He wished he could be inside her without a condom, wished he could feel exactly what he was doing to her.
He moved in and out of her leisurely. After all, he’d come not long ago. Cassie, on the other hand…
She bucked against him.
“Look at you,” he said. “Such a dirty, dirty girl. Your body’s telling me what your lips refuse to say.”
“Shut up,” she said but without the force she’d had before.
He rested his weight on top of her, her smooth skin against his, so much of their bodies touching. And still he wanted more. He always did. When she turned her head away, he pulled her hair so she had to look at him.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re mine.”
She whimpered.
He withdrew.
She whimpered even louder.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he said. “You want me to shove my cock inside you and touch your clit until you scream and clutch the sheets.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “Except you can’t clutch the sheets because you’re tied to my bed.” He slipped the tip of his cock inside her. “Is that enough?”
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, pushing in a little farther. “What about this?”
“No,” she whispered.
He shoved all the way in, but once he was seated within her, he didn’t move.
She opened her eyes, and she broke.
“Please. Touch me. Fuck me. Make me come. I’ll give you anything.”
“Anything?” he said, his mild tone belying the intense emotion roiling in his chest.
“Yes. Please. Just tell me what you want,” she begged.
Don’t leave me. Stay here, where you belong.
But he didn’t say that.
He raised himself on one elbow and dropped his other hand to her clit. He circled the tip of his finger over her as he slammed into her pussy, until her breaths came closer and closer together, and she released an unrestrained cry, which sent him over the edge, too.
He untied her afterward, curled his body around her, and held her close.
“Puffball,” he said, in case it wasn’t clear that he was finished with their roleplaying.
She turned to face him, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face, and it hit him deep in the gut. His feelings for her spiraled through him, becoming an even more integral part of who he was.
“That was perfect,” she said. “Not something I need to do often, but you were…perfect.” She laughed. “I need a shower.”
He got out of bed and led her to the bathroom. When she stepped inside the tub, she flopped against the wall. He turned on the water and started washing her with his green bar of soap. She was pliable in his hands, barely able to stand.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She laughed again and leaned against him. “I’m in post-orgasmic bliss.”
“It looks like you’re on drugs.”
“I can’t imagine any drug would feel this good. You make an amazing alpha-hole billionaire.”
“How would you normally describe me?”
“Infuriating science nerd with Justin Trudeau’s hair and a nice cock?”
He barked out a laugh. “You are so drunk right now.”
“I only had one glass of wine.” She pouted.
Without any help from Cassie, he shampooed her hair, dried her off, and got her into bed. When he came back from turning out the light in the bathroom, she was already asleep.
He brushed some wet hair back from her cheek. Even though he’d just pretended to violate her, he felt impossibly close to her now. More than ever, he wanted to explore everything with her—both in and out of bed.
And he knew exactly where he wanted to start.
If she would let him.