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He doesn’t give me the chance to dig myself further into my hole of mortification. He moves swiftly, diving down below, and in the next blink, his mouth is on my core. His tongue lashes like a man starved as he promptly licks my juices. His tender, full mouth sucks at my pussy lips, desperate to not leave a drop behind. The groan of ecstasy he emits when he laps at my heat shakes me all over, making me wish I’d gone ahead and sunk his thick cock into my pussy moments before.
In mere seconds, he’s making me orgasm again. I’ve had two in a row, and the sensations are so good it has my head spinning. Is this why he wears that infuriating cocky smirk of his whenever he sees me at the school or he thinks he has a valid point? He knows he’s just that good, he can make a woman come with the snap of his fingers?
“Blaze,” I cry out, not sure what to say or do, and not wanting the intense sensations to fade. They do, of course, and I’m left breathless, wondering what will happen from here.
He sits back, resting his naked butt on his heels. His cock juts out like a beacon, promising my body everything it desires. Breathing heavily, his fierce stare rakes over me from top to bottom, pausing on my parted legs.
“Blaze?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “I need a shower,” he practically growls and jumps up quickly.
“What? Why? Where are you going?” I call, watching his gorgeous behind as he makes his way to the bathroom. “Blaze! Stop and speak to me!” It’s the first real order I’ve given him since I’ve arrived, the rest were broken pleas and pride, but this is me demanding him to listen.
He spins around, face red, muscles flexed. “I need to shower now.”
“But don’t you want me?” I question, afraid he’ll say no now that I’m making myself vulnerable to him.
“Of course, I do, but I told you I wasn’t going to have you until you asked me for it.”
“I’m asking,” I admit breathily. “I want you to touch me.”
He shakes his head, being the stubborn male I’ve grown used to. “No, not yet.”
My mouth falls open. “But...you just said...I told you I wanted you.”
“Oh, no, babe, you told me you wanted it.”
I nod, not understanding what the issue is. He’s being difficult. “And?”
“And you’ll have to fucking beg me before I put my cock inside your pussy. I told you, I don’t take pussy, yours included. When you beg me, I’ll know you’re ready for it.”
With a frustrated groan, I fall back against the pillows and roll my eyes. He’s being ridiculous right now. I gave him my permission, yet he wants even more. “It won’t happen, you know,” I say loudly. “The begging. I won’t do it.”
With a disbelieving snort, he carries on to the shower, jumping in straight away. I hear him groan and then curse, “Fucking fuck, that’s cold!”
“Wouldn’t need a cold shower right now if you weren’t so stubborn,” I call out, and he replies with a disgruntled grumble.
He’s stuck being frustrated while I just had two amazing orgasms. He obviously wants me; he’s just making it hard on himself. At least I know now that he really won’t touch me unless I want him to. Blaze is surprising, that’s for certain, and I find myself growing fonder of the tenacious man. With that sated thought, I close my eyes and doze back off. I don’t have to worry about him taking me against my will or anything—he won’t even do it when I ask him to.
***
“YOU’RE ANNOYING,” I remark as Blaze enters the room with a couple of sandwiches and some chips piled high on two paper plates. He has a couple bottles of coke tucked under his arm as well.
His mouth pops open, surprised. “Me? You’re off your rocker.”
“Okay, I don’t know what that means exactly, but I’m guessing it’s not a compliment.”
He sets the plates down on his dresser, shooting me a look with a raised brow. He hands me one of the bottles of soda and unscrews the cap on the other, taking a hefty gulp. He spins his finger beside his head, giving me the signal for “crazy.”
“How can I be the crazy one? You’re the one who has me tied up in your bedroom.”
He shrugs. “I brought some food; I could’ve let you starve.”
“Obviously,” I bristle, and he shoots me an exasperated glower.
“You’re getting mouthy,” he points out.
I shake my head. “I’ve always been this way. I think you’ve forgotten that you don’t intimidate me.” I don’t know where this newest bout of bravery has come from, but I’m going with it.
He snorts and hands me a plate. It’s everything I’d never allow myself to eat before, but I don’t exactly have menu options here.
“If I didn’t intimidate you, then why have you been so freaked out?”
“There’s a difference between being intimidated and fearing for your life and possibly being raped.” My shoulders bounce with my explanation. “I know you aren’t going to do either, so I don’t have a reason to be upset. Well, aside from being kidnapped and kept away from living my life.”
He shakes his head again, muttering to himself, “Fuckers were right about me goin’ too easy on her ass.” He’s talking to himself, but it clearly has to do with me, and I need to know.
“Excuse me?”
He meets my gaze before grabbing his plate filled with three sandwiches and chips that are about to fall off everywhere. “Nothing you need to hear. Just thinking, maybe I shouldn’t be so easy on ya. You need to be kept on your toes, or else you think too much.”
“Easy?” I laugh, although nothing about this is funny. “I’m literally tied up twenty-four hours a day, for I’d guess over a week now. Someone else has to wash my body and hair, and I can’t even unscrew the lid on a bottle.” I tilt my head to the soda, and he bites his lip, attempting not to grin. It sparks my temper, and I huff, “I don’t see what’s so amusing about this situation. And thinking too much can be considered a compliment!”
His grin grows. I doubt I’ll like whatever he’s going to say next. “Sounds a lot like you’re being pampered to me,” he counters, and I balk.
“This is not my idea of a spa trip, pal!”
He chuckles, and I won’t lie, I enjoy the sound. “Pal, hm? I thought I was the heathen biker.”
I shrug. The movement’s unlike me, but being around Princess and Blaze this past week has rubbed off on me a touch. “I wouldn’t exactly rule it out, but I’ll admit you’ve surprised me.”
He grows serious, obviously not pleased with my comment. He should be, though. It’s a good thing that he isn’t as rough around the edges as I’d initially anticipated. “How so?”
“Well, aside from drugging me and tying me up, this hasn’t been what I always pictured kidnapping would be. I assumed you’d rape me, beat me, maybe sexually defile me, and in the end, kill me. My remains and the case would be plastered across local news, and you’d be a fugitive.”
His eyes grow wide. “I’m fucked up, but I’m not sick in my head. I can easily kill you without doing all that extra shit and not get caught in the process.”
I point, though it doesn’t hold the same value with my hands tied together and holding a coke. “See, exactly my point. And, aside from you being obdurate, you’ve opened my eyes to process things a bit differently. I still don’t agree with you on everything, and I probably never will, but I understand a little better why you believe in the things you do.”
“Ah, so I’m not some woman-bashing man, trying to hold all women back from evolving, you mean?”
I release a breath, wanting to point out a few things we still disagree on but refrain. Instead, I nod, and he rewards me with a real smile. The impact it has on me is intense too. It’s like being hit with a sledgehammer, though I’ve never experienced that sensation, thankfully. In other words, it’s beautiful and completely transforms his hard face into something a little bit breathtaking. I thought he was handsome in the past, but it had nothing on witnessing him like this. Happy...and if I dare admit, pleased with me. That feeling has warm tingles spreading all over me and my heart warming to him. My protective shell cracks a touch more, and suddenly I’m looking at him with hearts in my eyes.
How on earth did this happen? I want him, and not only for a quick morning orgasm. This is bad—really bad. I’m no longer hoping he chokes and dies on his next meal, but I’m wanting to make him something to see the appreciation reflected back at me. I’m wanting things that I was against when he first brought me here. At some point, I have to come to terms, is it wrong or behind the times if I want to do something for him? Is it truly bad if I want a strong alpha male to be next to me? Or in front of me to protect me, and at my back when I need him? He’s pilfered away all of my arguments and made me doubt them.
“Eat, you need some meat on your bones,” he comments, and I glance down. His observation has me questioning my appearance. I hadn’t cared what he thought before, but now I do.
“You think I’m too thin?” I rebuke, on the fence of being offended.
His lips turn down as he takes a huge bite and chews. Once he’s finished, he argues, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I said it because you skipped breakfast. Weren’t you ever told you’d have to keep rocks in your pockets from not eating enough or you’d blow away? You know...weird shit adults say to get kids to eat.”
“So...you, uh, think I am attractive?” I glance at him through my lashes, both wanting and not wanting to know his answer.
“Fuck yeah, have you looked in the mirror?”
A smile breaks free, taking over my face like some lovesick schoolgirl with a middle school crush. His compliment shouldn’t make me so ridiculously happy, yet it does. “You’re not so bad either,” I confess softly.
He huffs. “Not bad? Babe, you seen these abs?” He goes to lift his shirt, and I giggle.
Yep. I giggled. It’s ridiculous that I can be deduced to act like this. I’m a strong, independent, career woman, who’s goal minded and successful, yet here I am giggling over a man’s sexist comment. I shake my head at myself. I’m morphing into everything I preached against. Funnily enough, I can’t find it in myself to stop it from happening. This is my life right now; I’m going to go with it and worry about what happens tomorrow, tomorrow.
He flashes another smile my way, and I’m a goner. If he walked around wearing that smile all the time, I don’t think I’d be able to speak much. He has this effect that makes me want to be quiet and smile back. It’s utterly absurd.
“Blaze?”
“Yeah, babe?”
I swallow, building up my nerve. Eventually, I ask, “Would you untie me, please?”
He immediately becomes serious. “You’re asking me to take the ties off you completely?”
I nod, chewing on the inside of my cheek. He gazes at me for a few beats. I meet his stare head-on, not about to retract my request when it’s extremely important.
“You gonna attempt to take off on me? You realize I’ll have to tie you back up, and you may get hurt if you try anything, right?”
I don’t like him voicing that aloud, but I get it. I’m in the middle of a biker club, filled with people who don’t like me. I’m not leaving here until they deem it so, whenever that may be. “I understand. I won’t try to run.”
“You promise? A man is his word.”
“I’m not a man, though.”
“But I still respect you in the same sense,” he reveals, and my chest blooms at his acknowledgment of thinking of me as his equal.
“Then, yes, I promise you.”
He releases a breath, sets his plate down, and makes his way back to me. “Don’t make me hurt you,” he whispers, peering into my eyes. “Please.” His cobalt irises shine with a warning and something else I can’t pick out.
He pulls a knife free from his jeans and cuts the rope in half. It falls to the floor, and my shoulders slump overjoyed that I can fully relax my arms once again. It’s like a weight’s been lifted off me.
“Thank you,” I murmur and lean in to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
His eyes widen, shocked at my move. I can be tender when the occasion warrants. I’m not an unfeeling robot. If anything, having him take away my pills has released an abundance of emotions and feelings.
“Now, are you any good at cards?” I ask, ready to use my newfound card skills I’d gained from the girls on him.
“Oh, babe, you have no idea.”
“Good enough to place bets?”
His grin is feral as he nods. “You’re about to find out.”
