Aaron had left me alone in a fancy five-star hotel because he and Marco needed to search the office of one of the three guys who were listed as being in charge of the delivery to get the information about the shipment. Before they left, Aaron had made sure to cut the phone wire and lock the doors and windows so I wouldn’t try to escape, although I had a feeling he was doing it more out of habit than because he really thought I’d run away.
It didn’t matter much, because if I was planning to run, I’d do it when he least expected it. What annoyed me more than being locked up in a hotel room was that for the past few days, he was back to avoiding me and acting cold around me. He insisted on sleeping on the couch and not on the king size bed as if he somehow didn’t trust himself around me. And maybe he didn’t. Despite having this perfect, soft bed to myself, here I was complaining about how empty it felt. God, this captivity thing was messing with my mind, wasn’t it? Or maybe Aaron and I were both just trying to fight the inevitable.
The door clicked and opened with a whoosh, and for some reason, I immediately picked up the vase from the nightstand, ready to throw it at whoever came in. But when I saw Aaron’s angry face, I lowered the vase back to its place and knew their mission hadn’t gone as expected.
“Let me guess. You found nothing,” I stated the obvious.
“No. The guy doesn’t have the drug or any info about it,” Aaron said. “What if we got the whole thing wrong?”
“We didn’t. I’ll try to figure out if he has a secret apartment or something,” Marco said.
“You do that.” Aaron sat in the chair across from the bed and raked his hand through his hair. When Marco was out of the room, Aaron didn’t move, say a word, or even look my way.
“What if your father talked to the guy in person so there wouldn’t be any evidence lying around?” I asked.
“Probably.” Aaron’s shoulders were tense, and he still refused to look at me. Sometimes I just couldn’t understand him. “But the drug has to be somewhere and we can’t interrogate the guy because my father would find out.” His new phone rang and he immediately answered. His father’s voice was so loud that I could hear him just fine from where I was sitting.
“Someone’s targeting my associates,” Roberto yelled. “The Ferraras are getting closer!”
“Maybe I could come back and we could talk about your new plan,” Aaron said carefully.
“No, there’s no need. I can handle this.”
Aaron squeezed the phone so hard that I thought he would break it.
“Just tell your partners to be careful,” Roberto said, and hung up. Aaron clenched his jaw and quickly dialed a number. He ended up barking orders at someone and threatening them, but without revealing any useful information. I couldn’t care less about his business, so I just lay down on the bed and waited for him to finish. When he did, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and turned toward me. His eyes briefly focused on me and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he seemed to change his mind and just frowned.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he finally said, and strode to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and sat up, my gaze falling on the duffle bag Aaron had brought in with him. When I was sure Aaron wouldn’t be coming back, I padded over to the bag and peered inside. I picked up the gun, and a smile spread across my lips. This was just what I needed.
***
I was waiting for Aaron to return, the gun hidden behind my back. The moment he emerged from the bathroom, wearing just a towel, the water still dripping down his body, I bit my bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. God, I wanted him. I wanted him more than ever, and I didn’t care what happened. Pulling out the gun, I pointed it straight at him. He stopped in the middle of the room, his eyes widening, his lips parting in surprise, but then he closed his eyes for a moment as if he’d realized what a mistake he’d made. What he didn’t know was that I’d emptied the gun and didn’t intend to shoot him. And a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream on the nightstand weren’t just leftovers from my meal earlier.
“Come here,” I said. “Slowly.”
He eyed me carefully as he did what I’d told him, and I moved back a bit just in case he tried to overpower me before I revealed my intentions to him.
“Lie down on the bed,” I ordered.
“Why?” he asked, his eyes growing cold for a moment, but he couldn’t hide the hurt. Maybe he actually cared about me too.
“Just do as I say.” I waited for him to settle down on the bed, then threw an orange scarf I’d found in the closet at him. “Tie one end around your right wrist and the other end around that.” I pointed at the bedpost. That bed really was made for fun.
“No,” he said. “Shoot me if you want, but...”
“Do it!” I snapped, and he reluctantly obeyed, his breath catching in his chest as he finished tying the scarf. Picking up another scarf, the gun still in my other hand, I went over to him and bound his free wrist. A wave of desire engulfed my body when he looked up at me, mixed emotions filling his blue eyes. I watched him for a moment, waiting for him to try to reach for the gun, but he didn’t.
“What are you doing?” he asked softly, the movement of his chest quickening.
“You need to relax,” I said, settling next to him, but not touching him. Not yet.
“These won’t hold me.” He gave a tug at the scarves.
“They will if you want them to,” I said, and he gaped at me.
“I can’t do this. I...” He let out a shaky breath. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, I pressed my fingers against his lips and climbed on top of him. Bending my head, I pretended as if I were going to kiss him, but instead, I placed my free hand on his chest. “If you want to be mine tonight, just say yes.” I trailed my hand down his lean stomach. “I promise I won’t shoot you if you refuse. The gun’s empty anyway,” I said, tossing it to the floor where it fell with a thud. “But if you want...” My hand rested just above the edge of the towel, and Aaron shuddered, his cock already hard. A slow smile stretched across my lips. “So what do you say?” This time I planted the softest of kisses just below his belly button. “No one has to know.”
“Why are you doing this?” he asked.
“Because we both want this. If I’m right, and you want this as much as I do, just say yes.” I looked deep into his conflicted eyes.
“Yes.” His voice was so low that I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.
“Yes?”
He nodded.
“Then we’re in agreement. If you want me to stop, just say it, but I don’t think you’re going to want that. You’re mine now.” I winked, tugging the towel open. Why was every hard inch of him so perfect? “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” I got up from the bed and a thrill of desire shot through my core as I saw him lying there, exposed and ready, completely at my mercy.
When I returned a few minutes later, I was wearing just black panties and a bra, a bottle of red wine in my hand. I almost expected Aaron to tell me he’d changed his mind, but all the tension seemed to have fled his body, and he was perfectly calm and still, which made me smile, so I climbed back onto the bed. Tipping the bottle, I spilled the wine all over Aaron’s chest. He yelped, shivering a little at the cold liquid, and I set the bottle aside. I assumed he hadn’t expected I preferred cold wine. Lowering my head, I quickly licked the wine off his skin, spreading soft kisses all over his abs. He gasped as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and took him into my mouth.
“Octavia...” he breathed as I slowly traced my tongue up and down his thick length, letting my teeth graze him just a little. I loved the way his hips lifted off the bed as if he couldn’t quite control himself, his arms straining against the bonds. He could easily get out of those, but he didn’t, which made the whole thing so much hotter. As my fingers curled again around his shaft, I grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and traced it across my lips, then lowered it toward his mouth.
“Open,” I said, and when his lips parted, I pushed the tip of the strawberry into his mouth, then quickly pulled it back before he could take a bite. “I didn’t say you can bite it.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as I dangled the strawberry once again in front of him, making him push against the bonds. Instead of catching the strawberry, he nipped at my fingers, eliciting a laugh from me.
“I see what you want, but patience.” I grinned, offering him the strawberry. “Take a bite.”
He obeyed, watching me through his thick, dark eyelashes. I popped the rest of the strawberry into my mouth, then gave him an almost bruising kiss as I buried my fingers into his hair.
“Do you like whipped cream?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Good.” I picked up a bottle of cream and turned my back to Aaron. When I took off my bra, he made a little noise of protest.
“Shh,” I said as I sprayed the cream over my breasts. “I have a surprise for you.” I faced him and inched closer, watching him barely contain himself from ripping the scarves and just getting to me. When my breasts were within his reach, he immediately lapped up the cream and sucked on my nipple, his tongue flickering over my sensitive flesh and spreading fire through my veins.
“Want some more?” I grabbed the can and sprayed more cream down my stomach, pushing myself up on my knees. His eyes shined with desire as he kissed my navel, and then he licked off the rest of the cream, smearing some on his face. I lowered myself down his body, rubbing myself against his cock and making him groan.
“Octavia, please. I can’t...”
I shushed him with a kiss and licked the cream off his face. “You can’t what? Wait to be inside me?”
He nodded, flexing his muscles.
“That’s cute, but yes, you can wait. You don’t have a choice.” I moved away from him, amused by the shocked expression that fleeted across his face. I knelt not far from him, but far enough that he couldn’t reach me, and slipped my fingers into my soaking wet panties.
“What are you...?” he started to say, but I shot him a warning look.
“Quiet. Don’t speak, don’t break your bonds, and most importantly, don’t come. Got it? Just watch.”
He took a deep breath, his gaze transfixed on me. The struggle in his eyes was so beautiful. He wanted me and he wanted to please me, but he wasn’t sure if he could do as I asked. Arching my back, I let one and then another finger enter my slickness, my eyes never leaving Aaron’s. His lips parted as if he was about to say something, but he clamped his mouth shut. Good for him. All mine. He was all mine, and not just that perfect body of his. My fingers moved faster and faster, and a wave of pleasure shook my body. I let out a loud gasp, panting for breath, and let myself fall on the bed so I could take my panties off.
“Now let’s see how fast you can give me another one.” I crawled over to him and straddled him again, positioning myself above his mouth. He plunged his tongue inside me as I held onto the headboard, careful not to touch the scarves. But as he suckled on my clit, his tongue twisting and turning in all the right places, I ground my hips against him, wanting him deeper, wanting more. Another flick of his tongue and I cried out, my body throbbing with the force of my orgasm, but Aaron didn’t stop until I was screaming out his name, my knees giving out under me. A triumphant smile broke out on his lips.
“Take me inside you. Please,” he said.
“I guess you earned it.” I grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer and ripped the wrapper. When I encircled his cock with my fingers, he sucked in a breath, and I rolled the condom on. Giving him a few tugs, I guided his thickness toward my slit, rubbing him gently against my entrance.
“Octavia...” he choked out.
“I love the way you say my name.” I slid him inside me and started rocking my hips, slowly at first, but then I intensified my movements and his hips moved up to meet me thrust for thrust. “Say it again.” I kneaded my breasts as I gazed deep into his eyes. “Say you’re mine.” I rode him hard and fast, watching his body surrender to the sensations.
“Octavia. I’m yours,” he breathed a second before we were both overcome by an explosion of pleasure, his cock throbbing inside me as I clenched around him. I bent down to kiss him, caressing his cheek, as he went still inside me. We were one, melted and bound together in so many different ways.
We were both panting when I pulled away from him and rolled over to lie next to him. I reached above my head and unfastened one of the scarves. He untied his other hand, and before he could look at that scar on his wrist, I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his head toward me. The last thing I wanted was for him to run away again because he remembered whatever it was that was tormenting him. This was our night, and tomorrow... I didn’t know what would happen then.