12 Shades Of Surrender: Bound. Lisa Renee Jones
eleven—”
“Nine days. I made it to the funeral. I was on the human equivalent of a horse tranquilizer but I made it.”
Eleanor shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. But how? Over three years?”
“Maggie left me a wealthy man. Money, good neighbors, and the internet is all you really need. They’ve been my wardens, my guards on the tower. A pleasant prison,” he said, glancing around at the exquisitely furnished living room they lounged in. “No bars necessary. I suppose our mutual friend was hoping a week with you would give me a taste of what I was missing.”
Eleanor snorted in derision. “He’s not that altruistic. Not when it comes to me. He thinks you’ll fuck me until you fall for me. Hook, line and sinker and then when I go, you’ll follow.”
“I’ve grieved in this jailhouse every day for three years and he thinks I’ll be in love with you in a week?”
Eleanor shrugged and looked away from his face and into the fire. She started when she felt Daniel’s fingers slide under her hair and touch the nape of her neck.
“I don’t know,” Daniel said. “Maybe he’s right.”
He bent in and kissed the sensitive spot below her ear, misdirecting her attention as he took her plate of lasagna from her and set it aside.
“But I wasn’t done,” she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him.
“Yes, you were.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lay down on your back.”
“Very yes, sir.”
Daniel smiled down at her once she’d positioned herself on the plush rug by the fireplace.
“You could at least pretend to be intimidated.”
“No offense but I’ve had scarier gym teachers than you. And remember who I belong to,” she said, not really wanting to remember at just that moment. “He makes you look like a floppy-eared fluffy baby bunny.”
“Ouch. Not even an adult rabbit but a baby bunny.”
“Yup.” She reached up and grazed his cheek. He really was unnecessarily handsome.
“That bad, is he?”
Eleanor shook her head. “That good.”
Daniel laughed. “I keep forgetting who I’m dealing with. The Queen of Kink.”
“I’m a trained submissive. More like King’s Consort. I’m not worthy to hold actual rank,” she said with a wink.
“Well, I’m honored to consort with you.”
Eleanor gave him her best wicked grin. “Then consort with me already.”
Daniel grinned back. “Yes, ma’am.” He looked her up and down and something changed in his eyes like he suddenly had a very good idea.
“Where are you going?” Eleanor asked when Daniel stood and moved to leave.
“To get supplies. Stay.”
Eleanor stayed flat on her back in front of the fireplace. She closed her eyes and wondered what sordid things Daniel did to his wife on this rug. She opened her eyes and saw Daniel standing over her. He sat a tube of lubricant and a towel on the floor by her hip. Deliberately he began to roll up the right sleeve of his shirt.
Eleanor didn’t have to wonder anymore.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said, her heart racing.
“Does it look like I’m kidding?” Daniel dropped to his knees. He eased her pajama pants down her legs and tossed them aside. With a flourish he unfurled the towel and slid it under her hips.
“Surely he’s done this to you before,” Daniel said.
“He has … on special occasions.”
Daniel pried her knees apart. “Consider this a special occasion. Now are you intimidated?”
Eleanor took a deep breath. “Yeah. Happy?”
“Very.”
She took another breath and stared blankly at the ceiling. She flinched at Daniel’s first touch. “Sorry. That stuff is cold.”
“I know. But it’s necessary. Just relax.”
“The guy always says relax. Would you be relaxed if someone were about to stick their whole hand in you?”
“I can’t say I would be relaxed, but I’m quite certain I wouldn’t be argumentative.”
“Point taken.”
Daniel stopped touching her. “Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. “Just breathe in and out. Tell me if anything hurts.”
She nodded but didn’t answer. She began to breathe slowly—in … then out, in … then out. She could do this, had done this. If she was being honest she’d even admit that she loved this.
Daniel’s fingers returned to her. He pressed her outer lips apart with his left hand while he pushed two fingers from his right hand deep inside her. Eleanor kept breathing. She’d learned the secret. She knew she couldn’t allow herself to become too aroused. The vaginal muscles tightened when aroused. She had to stay calm, empty herself, let him completely in, push nothing but fear out. The perfect passive act for a true submissive.
Inside her Daniel made slow spirals with his hand … spiraling outward pressing against her inner walls, opening her until three then four fingers were inside her.
“Are you okay?” Daniel asked, gentle concern in his voice.
“Very okay.”
“Are you ready?” She didn’t have to ask him ready for what….
“Yes.”
If the four fingers filled her, it was nothing compared to the sensation of his whole hand, his whole fist inside her. Her calm broke for a moment and she gasped at how he now filled her. She spread her thighs wider, pressed hard into his hand. She felt her own fluid cool and slick on her thighs.
Daniel barely moved. He didn’t need to. Eleanor writhed around his hand, her body torn between the twin needs to push him out or pull him in deeper and deeper.
She leaned up and gripped her own knees. For the first time she looked down and saw Daniel’s wrist deep inside her. She collapsed on her back, lifted her hips and orgasmed so fiercely even Daniel gasped.
As she panted, he pulled gingerly out of her. He used the corner of the towel underneath her to dry his hand. He rolled her onto her stomach, Eleanor limp as a rag doll. She felt the cold liquid on her again, this time inside her ass. Then it was Daniel inside her thrusting hungrily. She was too tired to enjoy it. She merely waited patiently underneath him as he used her for his own pleasure and spent himself inside her once and then again when once proved inadequate to sate his appetite for her.
Finally they lay naked, near each other, sore and tired and smiling.
“I was thinking,” Eleanor said turning to drape herself over Daniel’s chest.
“Always a dangerous pursuit … what were you thinking?”
“Your wife. I know she died of cancer but still—”
“Still what?”
“I kind of envy her.”
Eleanor spent the next three days in a haze of sex and books and happiness. There was no room of the house they did not christen; there was nothing they were afraid or unwilling to do to each other. The fog grew so thick that Eleanor had to keep reminding herself what day it was and how long she’d been there. Arrived on Saturday, today was Wednesday, leave on Friday … leave on Friday.
Wednesday