Condemned (26 page)

“Twenty-five hundred dollars? But Tish said you were worth
millions.”

“Yesterday, I was. Today, you are.”

“Brett, this is wrong. I don’t want your money.”

“Neither do I unless I get to share it with my wife.”

“I can’t even think.” Andie’s mouth opened and closed
several times without her saying anything. “Why did you do this?”

“Because I love you. Jesse mentioned that Sadie was afraid
you would get a call from your mother at a weak moment and let her talk you
into moving back there. I wanted you to have a place of your own so you didn’t
feel you had no other choice. If you were here, surrounded by all my stuff I
hoped you’d at least think about me. If I couldn’t be with you in person, I
wanted to stay in your mind. I wrote notes and hid them everywhere for you.”

“What do they say?”

“All sorts of things. They’re like my emails. I wrote down
what I was thinking at the time. I’ll leave them where they are so you can read
them for yourself as you find them.”

“But Shane said you hadn’t built that room in the attic when
he was helping you on Wednesday.”

“I hadn’t. I didn’t think of this until I was driving home
from Max’s.”

“Did you sleep at all since then?”

“Not much. I grabbed an hour here and there but I knew you
were coming today. I didn’t know how long it would be before you came back
again or when your mother might call so I had to get it done. The room isn’t
very sturdy. You could knock down the walls with very little effort if you
tried to.”

“Were you going to do anything with the attic other than
store stuff in it?”

“The front part is my studio. The light is great with all those
windows and I’m going to put in a few skylights. Other than that, no. Why?”

“Could you make our room permanent? I love that you created
that for me and I want to keep it. We could use it as a playroom.” She blushed.

“God you’re so adorable! You’re blushing like a bashful
little girl but I can see the lust in your eyes. Sure I can turn it into a real
room. I can think of a few more things we can store up there for when I hold
you captive again.”

“Does that mean you already got some stuff for us? You said
you had toys you wanted to use on me.”

“Yeah, I started our collection yesterday. If you’re done
eating, I could probably be convinced to show you some. But first, I need to
know if I’m staying. Do I get to keep my job or am I going to be a kept man?
It’ll be different, having you support me, but I’ll give it a try if that’s
what you want.”

“I can’t believe you think you need to ask about this. Okay,
I’ll say it. Brett Hudson, my handsome beast, will you please stay and live
here with me? Will you drive around in my car and help me finish decorating my
house? Will you please work at the local radio station where you will help make
it into something special?”

“Yes to all of it.” Brett’s grin was huge.

“Good. Just one more question. Will you please come upstairs
and play with me? I heard a rumor that you are a very imaginative sexual beast
with a massive cock that creates the most delicious sensations.”

“All true but you’re missing one little detail. The beast
and cock are capable of unparalleled pleasure in unlimited ways but there’s
only one woman who inspires them into action. Without her, they are both
useless.”

“Hmm, I better go up and see if I can find her. She was
there a little bit ago and I don’t think she was in any state to run away after
the last time the beast took her. She’s probably still too light-headed and
limp to even think of escaping.”

“Then I need to hurry. I want to keep her so sensitive to my
touch that she begs me to let her stay permanently. I’ll share a secret with
you. The beast has spent his life looking for a wench like her. One who is full
of so much pure passion she equals his appetite and will spend forever
searching for new heights for their pleasure to soar.”

Andie had backed out of the kitchen as they spoke. She led
him up the stairs and to the attic, opening the buttons on her shirt as they
went. When he finished his thought, she tossed him the shirt and told him to
give her a minute before he followed her into the room.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Brett stalled by the door as Andie had asked. Every nerve in
his body throbbed at the thought of her, naked and waiting for him. His mind
raced with the possibilities of what to do with her next. Should he toss her on
the bed and take her quickly? Perhaps he should tie her face down and devote
some attention to that luscious ass of hers. He wouldn’t ram into her there
just yet but he could build anticipation for her as he prepared her for his
entry. Maybe he would have her show him how she brought herself pleasure. Or he
could make her sit on his face, open to his probing tongue while she swallowed
his cock.

Andie sat on the bed and tied one wrist to the headboard.
She pretended he’d made the knot too tight for her to remove herself. When he
pushed the door open she gasped and clutched the quilt more securely around her
body.

“I told you to rest, wench. Why aren’t you lying down?”

Andie stood up defiantly. “I won’t lie there and let you
think it’s going to be easy for you to touch me again. I know you’ll overpower
me in no time but I don’t care. I’m not going to lay there and make it easy for
you to use my body.”

“So brave.” Brett caught her chin. “So determined to deny
that you didn’t love the things we did together. Resist all you want, stubborn
wench, but we both know how much you want me again. We both know you can’t wait
to see what’s in store for you this time.”

“You’re wrong! I never want you to touch me again. Please
let me go. I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”

“Bravo.” He clapped his hands. “Well done. Perfect amount of
indignation. Much better than cowering. Too bad your body doesn’t believe you.
I would bet my life that you’re already wet for me.”

“Stay away from me. Don’t touch me.”

“Now what fun would that be?” Brett yanked the quilt from
her grasp and pressed her to the wall, stretching her arm against the
restraint. He nudged his thigh between her legs and ran his hand along her
slit, chuckling at the moisture that betrayed her words. “Care to make any more
speeches or are you ready for me to get on with it?”

Andie struggled to avoid the contact of his hand. “Please
don’t touch me. I don’t want your hands on me.”

Brett flopped backward across the bed, putting his hands
under his head and studying her. She shivered under his gaze, clearly unable to
tell what he was thinking. “No hands, huh?”

“N-no hands. And no mouth or-or…”

“Or what? You said it earlier. No need to go all timid on me
now, wench.”

Andie growled in embarrassment. “Fine. No cock either.
Satisfied?”

“Hardly.” Brett chuckled as he rolled to his feet. “All
right, we’ll do it your way this time.”

Andie shrank against the wall. “What are you going to do to
me?” She watched, her expression full of desire as she tried to act afraid.

Brett ignored her while pulling several items from the
chest. He looped a rope over the hook in the ceiling, testing its strength by
tugging on it, letting her see the clip at the bottom so she would wonder what
she had gotten herself into. Her eyes never left his face as he stalked back to
her and untied the rope from the bedpost. He swiftly made a second knot and
slid it over her free hand, drawing it snug around her wrist. Brett led her to
the hook, raised her bound hands and fastened the rope into the clip. Again, he
tugged to be sure it was secure.

“What are you going to do?” Andie asked again breathlessly.

“I’m going to show you some of my toys. You said I couldn’t
use my body but you didn’t exclude anything else. I’m going to demonstrate how
responsive you are to me, whether I’m actually touching you or not.”

“No. Please.” Andie twisted against the rope holding her.

“Stop fighting. I don’t want you to injure those pretty
wrists of yours. You can hide all you need to, but you know you’re lying to
yourself.” Brett sifted through the drawer, choosing what to torment her with.
“Hmm.” He glanced at her. “Are you ticklish? We could play with my feather.” He
waved it for her to see. “Maybe you’d like to give this a try.” He held up a
fingertip vibrator. “No, can’t use this tonight. Too much temptation to touch
you if I can feel the heat from your skin.” Brett rattled a few more things.
“Yes, we’ll definitely try this.” He showed her a small vial as he grinned
wickedly. “Where’s my brush? I usually spread this on with my fingers but, for
you, I’ll make an exception. What about this?” Brett extended a double-shafted
object for her to look at. He laughed when Andie shook her head violently. “No?
Probably not ready for that yet anyway.” He selected a few more toys without
consulting her.

Andie tried to hide her interest but failed miserably. He
suspected she was already so turned on that she might melt with the first
touch. And she couldn’t help licking her bottom lip in anticipation as he stood
in front of her. Brett opened the vial and coated a small brush. He used it to
paint her nipples without comment. Brett blew softly and knew when she began to
feel heat. She obviously had no experience in this area. He watched her
startled expression and grinned. She was so responsive that he didn’t know how
he was going to keep his hands off her.

“Spread your legs,” Brett instructed. Andie instantly shook
her head. “Do it, wench.” No again. “Then you leave me no choice.” He returned
to the drawer and withdrew a spreader bar. He lifted one foot at a time,
capturing them within the loops and forcing her legs apart. With a quick twist
he extended the bar, opening them even farther. Again, he coated the brush,
this time painting her sensitive bud.

Andie couldn’t quite contain her moan when he blew on her
flesh this time and bit her lip as if to keep from begging. “No,” she gasped.

“Like that, do you wench?” Brett blew some more. “It gets
even hotter when you add moisture. Want me to give that nipple you’re poking at
me a lick so you can see?” Andie tried to back away from him but had no way to
move. “I can’t wait for your juices to flow and make you burn. I bet you can’t
either.”

“No,” she whispered even as her expression screamed yes.

Brett reached for the feather and began to trace patterns on
her skin. Andie shuddered with each touch, clearly fighting to act indifferent.
When he circled her breasts, her peaks hardened unbelievably more. He had to
remind himself repeatedly of his promise to keep his tongue to himself. It was
as much torture for him as it was for her.

Each flick of the feather drew a reaction. Every touch made
her shiver. She almost forgot to stay still each time he made her wait for the
next caress. He played over her skin, skipping select points, knowing how he
was driving her wild. Andie moaned as her moisture reached the spot he had
painted. Brett leaned forward and blew as he teased the feather across her
swollen flesh, watching her face for the telltale signs of her heightened
desire. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably when Brett swirled the feather
around her most sensitive spot. She twisted frantically, giving in to the
sensations he created.

“I can’t stand.” Andie sagged, supported by the rope around
her wrists. “Help me.”

“I would but I’d have to touch you,” Brett stated, ready to
grab her if she didn’t regain her stance.

“Please. Don’t let me hang here. I can’t take it anymore,”
she pleaded as she forced her legs to straighten.

“I think you’re fibbing again,” Brett declared. “You can
take more than that. I know you can. If you try to fool me, I’ll make it harder
on you. Tell me the truth, wench. Can you stand again?”

“Yes,” Andie admitted softly, not meeting his eyes.

“Good girl.” Brett chuckled. “Let’s see how long it takes
for you to give in to this.” He set the feather aside and snagged his next toy.

Andie looked at the small, oddly shaped vibrator in Brett’s
hand as if not sure what it was. She mustn’t have seen anything like it in her
severely limited experience. First, he ran it over her skin so she could feel
that it was solid with a soft covering. Then he pushed the switch on the bottom
and Andie felt it pulse. He used it to caress her body, leaving her flushed as
he moved it. Brett withdrew briefly to coat the indented end. When he rubbed it
across her breasts, Andie couldn’t keep from arching toward him.

Brett chuckled triumphantly when he felt her surrender. She
was incredible! So damn stimulating to watch as her excitement grew. Brett
twisted his hand so the end was covering her peaked nipple. The solution
combined with the stimulation had her moaning. Her hips pushed forward as he
switched his attention to the other side.

“Yes, I’d say you like this.”

“Brett,” she drew out his name in a plea.

“Let’s see if you like it even better here.” He lowered it
slowly across her stomach, making her wait to feel it where she wanted it most.
Andie’s eyes were glazed by the time he finally ran the toy through her lips,
teasing her pussy but not inserting it.

“Oh please,” she panted.

“What’s this?” Brett took it away from her. “Is the wench
begging for me to show her what else this nifty little gadget can do?”

“Yes!” Andie cried, desperate for more sensation. “Don’t
stop. Please don’t stop! Show me what it can do.”

“Hmm, maybe we need to make a deal first.”

“Brett,” she whined.

“Patience, wench. I thought you understood that lesson
earlier. Don’t tell me we have to repeat it already.”

“No,” she gasped, trying to control her body.

“Very good,” Brett praised. “Here’s the deal. I will resume
my demonstration if you let me suck on your nipples. They’re begging for
attention. My attention.” He ran the toy along the bottom of her breasts. “Do
we have a deal?”

“Only if you put more of that stuff on me first,” Andie
agreed instantly.

Brett laughed to cover a groan. She was going to kill him.
“I knew you’d want to see what it feels like.”

“Please,” she moaned again wanting his mouth on her.

“Patience,” Brett said even though his own was rapidly
disappearing. He applied more of the liquid, lingering with the brush. “Ready?”

“Yes. Please. Brett!” She trembled with anticipation.

Brett turned the pulse back on, quicker this time. He rubbed
it through her slit, avoiding her clit until she was shaking with need. Unable
to resist, he lowered his mouth to her breast, circling her peak with his
tongue, blowing on it to tease her. Brett clamped his mouth on her, sucking
firmly, nipping and licking, switching from side to side.

Andie was whimpering in need. “Oh please,” she cried
repeatedly. “Stop teasing me,” she begged.

“Tell me what you want, wench. All you have to do is say it
and I will give it to you.” He whispered against her breast, flicking his
tongue between words.

“I-I w-want you to m-make me come. Please,” she moaned.

Brett bit her nipple hard, surprising her with pain, before
he soothed it with his tongue. “How?” he asked ruthlessly.

“With that thing. God, Brett, touch me with it. I can’t take
this anymore. You’re trying to kill me.”

“Sh.” Brett licked his way around her chest. “Why would I
want to kill such a hot little wench like you? I’m far from done with this
passionate body of yours. Of course, I’d like to enjoy more than just your
breasts, but you said I couldn’t.” He edged the wand closer to her pulsing
clit.

“You can. I take it back.”

“I can what? What do you take back?”

“I take back what I said. I want you to put your hands on
me. Use your mouth and your tongue everywhere. I need to feel you inside me.
Please! Make me come with that thing and then put some of that stuff all over
your, ah, your cock and shove it into me. I want you.” Andie was practically
sobbing.

Brett growled as he claimed her mouth. One hand clutched her
ass, supporting her against him, as the other worked the wand over her
sensitized nub. The direct contact sent her spiraling into ecstasy. Brett
waited until she could stand again before he released her. His eyes never
wavered as his hand coated his covered shaft with the liquid that would set
them both on fire as soon as he entered her.

Andie watched the motion of his hand, stroking every inch of
his pulsing erection.

“You want this, wench?” Brett asked softly.

“Yes. I need you. Now. I can’t stand this waiting. Fuck me.
Don’t be gentle. I want you hard and fast. Please, Brett, please. Right here!
Now. I need you so bad.”

Brett moved behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist
to steady her against him. He guided his shaft to her pussy, running it through
the wetness from her last climax. The heat exploded as soon as he touched her.
With a feral growl, he thrust his entire length inside, burying himself in her.

Relishing the feel of her clenching flesh, Brett remained
motionless. When Andie whimpered, he began to stroke, in and out, spreading the
heat with each movement. His hand couldn’t touch enough of her. It roamed from
breast to breast, tweaking both nipples. With a mind of their own, his fingers
sought her clit. He grazed it, sending shock waves through her body. Brett lost
all control. He pummeled her relentlessly, harder and faster, while his hand
added to her pleasure.

Another orgasm raced through her and he knew it eliminated
all but the feel of his hammering cock while he used his fingers to drive her
higher. She screamed when the first pulse of his flesh shot hot lava deep
within her. It seemed to go on forever, her body squeezing around him, drawing
an unending supply of thick cream from him.

Brett forced himself to remain standing, knowing Andie would
be hurt if he collapsed and left her hanging from the ceiling. The pleasure
continued longer than he’d ever experienced before. Being with the woman he
loved made it so much more exquisite. When he could almost breathe again, Brett
released the clip that held her arms and slid the loops from her feet. He
carried her to the bed and untied her wrists before lying next to her. Brett
felt as if he couldn’t hold her close enough. He even wrapped his leg around
hers, wanting to touch as much of her as possible.