Snare (Delirious book 1) (22 page)

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she starts to move around again, trying to escape from my grasp.

“I’ll take that as a no. Not that you have a choice in the matter. I’ll make you submit whether you’re willing or not. After tonight is over, you will beg me to fill your pussy to the brim. Night after night. Like a willing captive.”

“Never,” she snaps. “Not for a man like you.”

“We’ll see …” I drag her away from the door. She digs her feet in my white carpet, but I’m not easily thwarted in my plans. Her strength is no match for mine, especially since she’s still recovering from being drugged. As I walk past my cabinet, I take out two sets of metal cuffs. I make her stand above her own chair, her tits against the back, neck over the edge, and ass to the front of the seat. I cuff her hands to the top, then her feet to the legs, forcing her to stand in a bending position. Horror settles in her eyes as I walk back to that same cabinet and take out the rope.

“What are you going to do to me?” she says.

“Use you until you’re too tired to stand, and then I’ll do it again … and again … and again. Don’t think for a second you can leave my grasp. You had your chance. You whiffed freedom away as if it was yours to give. Tonight, you’ll learn the error of your ways.”

Accompanying song:
“Bad Romance” by Thirty Seconds To Mars

Providence, Rhode Island – April 30
th
, 2013, evening

Her lips tremble as I unfurl the rope. I like to see her pretty face, how she looks in terrible awe at my obsession with ropes.

Yes, I don’t just like them—I love them. I live to tie up my lovers, again and again, in all sorts of positions—whether it be strapped to a bed, on a pole, against a tree, to a table, or hanging from the ceiling. Anything to fulfill my need for complete submission. A beautiful, sophisticated piece of art is what I call them. Delicate, fuckable pieces of art.

I wrap the rope around her ankles and the chair first, so I can take off those hideous cuffs again. I don’t normally use them, but with reluctant women like her, I have to. Still, I prefer to view and fuck my woman without them. Always.

I do the same to her hands, tying them with the rope before taking off the cuffs. I walk around the chair to admire the view. “How does it feel?”

“Like I’m being held against my will.”

I cock my head. “Oh, come now, did you not expect this at the very least, after all the warnings I gave you?”

“I expected a
sane
man, and you, Mister Brand, are insane.”

“I could say the same about you, Miss Carrigan. You chased me, repeatedly, even after I warned you and told you to run. Does that not make you a lover of dangerous things?” I plant my hand on her thigh, smoothing inward across her dress. I can see her hold her breath. I love that reflex, the one that appears when what I do has a lustful effect on her. I lean in closer. “Did you not secretly wish for me to whisk you away and keep you hidden forever?”

She shakes her head, slamming her lips together as if they would betray her inner thoughts. A wicked, half-smile appears on my lips. “No matter how many times you try to deny to me or yourself, I don’t believe you. You’ve dreamed of the darkness, Miss. It entices you, just like it does me.”

She huffs. “I doubt that.”

“I don’t.” My hand slips down her leg, just inches away from her pussy. “You might tell yourself that because you’re too scared of the consequences. That if you enjoy this for even a second, you’d deem yourself unfit for the regular world. Well, I have news for you … you aren’t fit for the outside world.”

Her eyes avoid mine, searching for something else to focus on besides my attention demanding eyes. So I grab her chin and force her to gaze at me instead. “You were always only suitable for me. Is that not what you told yourself? That you loved only me and that you needed only me? Well, I think I have my perfect submissive captive then.” I stand up, take my hands off her, and spin her chair around so she can face the rows of windows. The outside world is watching us, lights on, on view for millions to see. It only adds to the sensuality, the openness. While no one is close enough to see or know what we will be doing tonight, just the thought of fucking her for the world to see gives me goosebumps.

I walk to my cabinet and take out scissors. The snipping sound it makes before I come close has her looking panicked, almost to the point of wanting to bolt. I try to calm her with a smile as I come closer and place the scissors on the table. “They are only precaution.”

“Precaution for mutilating me?”

I laugh a little. “Miss, I might be cruel, but not that cruel. I enjoy my fair share of sadism and bondage, but not to the point of brutalizing someone.” Although I wouldn’t dislike biting her… but I think I’ll keep that to myself. I want her to enjoy tonight.

“I don’t know what to expect from you anymore,” she scoffs.

“Good. I intend to keep it that way.” I smile a little, but she shows me her teeth. I guess she’ll be hard to train, but we’ll get there.

I walk circles around her, admiring the view. She swallows; a flush appearing on her cheeks as I raise her dress a little higher each time I pass her. “Does this embarrass you, Miss? To be touched in such a passionate way by your captor? Do you feel the need to accept my hand and let it guide you into delirious wantonness?”

“It embarrasses me that you have me strapped like this, like some kind of animal.”

“Oh, but I do intend to use you like some kind of animal,” I say. “I like my women tied up, ready to take my cock.”

She inhales sharply. “Not in a million years. I’m done with you. I’ve been done with you since you made me believe a bunch of pervy old men were watching me. How sick are you?”

“Sick enough to like you yelling at me.”

“Fuck you …” she spits.

“I will, in fact. I’ll fill all your pretty holes tonight.”

Her eyes widen, and her blush glows even redder than before.

“Yes, Miss Carrigan. I do intend to fuck you, but not in the way you want. You know, after all that stalking you did, I think you deserve a good fuck. After all, it’s what you were after since the beginning.”

“Love. I was looking for love,” she sighs. “And you have nothing to offer.”

“Hmmm … and that’s where you’re mistaken. You keep thinking I only want to hurt you, but I was only looking out for you.”

“Looking out for me?” she scoffs as if she can’t believe it.

“Yes, contrary to what you may believe, trying to scare you off was, in fact, a safer option. But since you refuse it, I’ll have to keep you hidden.”

“Hidden from what?” she yells. “I should be hiding from you!”

“Yes … you’re right about that.” I chuckle. “Although you should know that there are far more dangerous people out there than me. But you should know that now I’ve made the choice to keep you as a captive, I will love you like no one else can.”

“Right …” she sneers. “If this is called love … I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

I grab her chin and lift her head, looking her deep in the eye. I want her to see the emotion in me, that one good side of me that is trying to keep its head afloat. “You have no idea of the love I’m capable of. The protective, obsessive kind.”

She lets out another sigh. “I used to think you were like that, too. Until I met you.”

I shake my head and let go of her. “We’ll see how you think about it after I’m done with you … but first, keep your ass up in the air.”

“Why would I?”

I reach for the knife in my pocket, unfolding it from its sheath in front of her. “This. You do as I say, or I will turn this into a more … sadistic game. Have I ever told you how intrigued I am by blood? No? You might find out if you keep taunting me.”

She inhales sharply as I show the knife to her, twisting it in my hand like a toy. I might have gone too far with this one, but she’s so infuriating sometimes. It’s difficult to keep my composure, knowing she throws all my effort overboard like it means nothing. She has no clue what kind of danger surrounds us now because of her.

And it’s too late to back out now.

I walk to her backside and lift up her dress completely, exposing her bare ass. Sticking out like a sweet delicious treat. My cock begins to throb just at the sight of her delicious ass and pussy, which are all on display. “Hmmm …” I groan as I place my hand on her ass. She flinches, her muscles tensing under my touch. “Relax, Miss Carrigan. Let go of your anxiety. Or you won’t enjoy this at all.”

“I don’t want to,” she murmurs as my hands splay on her ass, circling, before dipping down between her legs. I’m casually petting her, avoiding her pussy on purpose. She says she doesn’t want to, but from the goosebumps on her body, I can tell she likes it when I touch her. “So you say … I beg to differ. Your body is aching for my touch, regardless of how strongly you hate me right now for putting you through all that. I admire your tenacity, but it won’t conceal your needs. Let me give it to you.” I continue down her legs and back up her inner thighs, wreaking chaos of her senses. She shivers from my touch as I linger close to her pussy but don’t touch it yet.

With a flat hand, I smack her ass. The way she jolts up and yelps is lovely. “Your ass is so nice and perky but not nearly rosy enough.”

She hisses, but nothing comes from her mouth. I assume it’s because she’s swallowing her own words. Trying to maintain her composure … it won’t last. I’ll break her down, bit by bit, until there’s nothing left but need and lust, hatred and betrayal. It’s all I can do for her. And then she’ll finally disappear from my life, making us both safe again.

But in order to get there … I’ll have to make her suffer from sweet bliss.

I slap her ass again, causing her to jerk on her restraints, but not nearly enough to remotely begin to break free. Then I rub her sore spot and repeat the same process over again, each time on a different side of her ass, until both cheeks are nice and red. When her squeals become less loud, I resort to sliding my finger down alongside her pussy, caressing it softly, but not enough to set her off. Her body leans backward, pushing softly against my hand. I don’t need her to tell me that she wants this badly. As I slide my hand up and down, I remove more of my fingers from the equation, leaving only one to play with her pussy. My finger moves from top to bottom, coating it with her wetness.

She moans, and I grin from the sound. “See? You like this.”

“No …” she murmurs.

“You’re wet for my finger, Miss Carrigan. Don’t believe me? I’ll show you … let me enter you so you can feel how wet you are for me.” I dip a finger inside. She squeezes her thighs together but then relaxes again as I slide in deeper, pushing my finger in completely before taking it out again. She lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Difficult, isn’t it? Admitting that your body has a different idea of need.”

She doesn’t answer, but her muffled moan when I push my thumb in says enough. Increasing my pace slowly, I fuck her with my thumb, driving in and out. Wetness covers it, so I pull it out and lick it off. “Hmm … you taste so nice. I can’t wait to eat you out.”

“Please …” she begs, straining to free her wrists. It’s no use. I know how to tie them well. I continue with my other hand, thrusting in an index finger while I’m still sucking off her juices from my thumb. First, one finger … then two … until she’s dripping and moaning out loud. Even she can’t stop her mouth from splurging anymore. Taking my fingers out of her, I place two fingers on her clit, circling it eagerly. My cock strains my pants to the limit, and it almost hurts not to fuck her. But I won’t be claiming her pussy just yet—I need to control myself as well as her. I need to teach her to obey, that I am the owner of her pussy now, and I will do with it what I want. I decide when I will grant her the pleasure of my cock thrusting inside her. And I will decide when she comes and when she’ll beg.