“I changed my mind. Let’s have some fun. Go lay down on the bed.” He nods toward his pristinely made bed.
“What?” I ask in confusion.
“You heard me.”
“You’re not…we’re not really going to…” I trail off.
“Don’t act all innocent now,” Conrad says. “Unless you’ve changed your mind now that you’re sober?”
Am I sober? I guess I am. It’s been hours since I drank what little was in the tiny bottle in the minibar. I don’t remember the last time I had sex without a buzz. Is that why this feels so awkward and like I’m not in control?
“Aren’t you worried about what my father will think if he finds out you fucked me?” I ask him.
“He won’t, will he? I’m not going to tell him. Are you?”
“No,” I reply.
“He’ll be pissed I couldn’t get you on the plane home, but he’ll get over it,” Conrad says as he pushes his chair back and stands up. He removes his leather vest and hangs it over the back of the now empty chair, then reaches behind him to pull his shirt off over his head, revealing the most gorgeous chest and abs I’ve ever seen. He’s perfect, a sculpted masterpiece come to life. And his perfection makes me suddenly self-conscious.
Undoing the buckle on his brown leather belt, he nods to the bed with his chin. “Get on the bed, but leave your clothes on. I want to be the one to take them off of you.”
I blink in shock at his deeper, more demanding tone. But then my body responds to his orders before my mind can even catch up. I’m crawling up on the mattress without a second thought, only that I want to do whatever this man asks. I’m usually the more aggressive person in the bedroom, using it as a way to escape from life. Bob made some of the decisions, but he also did what I wanted, when I wanted it like a good little puppy dog. Although, I’m starting to think I could get used to being told what to do by this man.
Laying my head on the pillow, I lift my arms above my head to try and look more confident than I feel at the moment and freeze when my fingers find something under the pillow.
I don’t have time to find out what it is because then all six foot plus of the sexy Viking is on top of me. Bracing his weight on one palm next to my head, his lips brush over my neck while his free hand slips underneath the hem of my shirt. His fingers are a light feathery touch on my flat stomach. And between his fingers and mouth, I melt, sinking under the weight of lust as the room begins to spin around me. He’s barely touched me and I’m so hot and wet it’s ridiculous. No man has ever had this effect on me. Maybe it’s because I’m sober, or because it’s impossible to get in my own head thanks to the wonderful things he’s doing to my body. I close my eyes to savor the explosion of sensations, especially when Conrad’s mouth lowers to my belly button, pressing a kiss on the delicate skin before the tip of his tongue pokes me there. It’s the perfect imitation of the naughty act we’re about to do together, making me squirm and gasp.
“Oh my god, yes!” I moan. “Lower, please go lower!”
I lower my hands, intending to run them through his blond locks, but Conrad grabs them to stop me, pinning both on either side of my hips.
Thankfully, though, his mouth does as I asked. The next place I feel his lips and scruffy face is on my right inner thigh, just below where my denim shorts end. I need my shorts and panties off and his mouth on my pussy soon or I think I may combust.
The mattress dips as Conrad’s weight shifts, and I assume he’s sliding lower down my body, but then I feel something cool wrap around my thigh before I hear the clang of a belt and then a soft click.
I sit up to look down, finding a piece of leather twice the width of a belt around my thigh. “What is…what are you doing?” I ask as my breaths keep coming in pants.
“Shh. Lie back and let me work,” he says before placing his lips on the inside of my left thigh and running his tongue over the skin before nipping at it with his teeth.
“Oh god!” I groan as I fall back, the thigh belt thing forgotten for the moment as my pussy clenches around emptiness, so wet and ready for more.
Finally, the top button on my shorts is undone.
Conrad grabs my right wrist and guides it to my stomach. “I want to watch you get yourself off so I can lick it all up.”
“God, yes!” I agree as I press my fingers down into my panties to find my swollen clit, happy to give myself a little relief before he puts his mouth on me.
Conrad holds my left hand by my thigh that he’s licking with his tongue as I squeeze my eyes shut and climb higher and higher with each touch of my fingertips. I’m so turned on that I quickly fall right over the edge. I come with a ragged gasp that turns into a loud openmouthed moan as my thighs shake and my inner walls spasm.
When my entire body goes limp at the end of the spasms, Conrad says, “All finished?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He pulls my hand out of my panties, and then I feel his mouth on my damp fingers before he wraps something around my wrist, but I’m too spent to find out what it is.
But by the time I hear the same clinging noise and feel the cool material on my left wrist, I finally blink my eyes open to find out what it is. There are belt-like restraints now on both of my thighs and wrists, with tiny locks connecting them so that I can’t lift either hand more than a few inches.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I exclaim as I try and pull my wrists free while glaring at the blond prick who is rolling off the bed and putting his shirt back on.
“You weren’t going to willingly walk out the door with me and get on a plane, so I came up with another plan.” He slips his leather vest back on and not so subtly adjusts the bulge in the front of his jeans. “The new plan is that I’m going to haul your ass down to the rental car and drive it all the way back to South Carolina with you restrained in the back seat.”
“You can’t be serious!” I exclaim while squirming my way off the bed. When I get to my feet, I feel like a goddamn penguin since I can’t lift my arms. They’re latched to my thighs!
“Oh, I am very serious,” Conrad says. Coming over to me, his deft fingers button up my shorts again as he grins down at me triumphantly. I would punch him in the face if I could.
“You tricked me!”
“I did. And it worked very well. You really should be pickier about who you try to seduce.”
“Says the man with some crazy fucking kinks apparently!”
“I’m not even done yet.”
Going over to his backpack on the floor, he pulls out some other kind of contraption that looks like handcuffs connected by a bar.
Before I can even try and run, he pushes my shoulders so that I fall back down on the bed and then attaches the device to my ankles while I kick to no avail.
“Now you can’t run, only waddle away if you think about trying to escape,” he says when he pulls me back up to my feet.
I try to take a step unsuccessfully and trip, falling to my knees beside the bed. “I hate you,” I glance up and tell him as my entire body heats up in anger.
Ignoring me, Conrad wanders around the room, packing his phone charger and other items into his backpack. Then he comes out of the bathroom with my bag and his both on his shoulder. “We really should hit the road. It’s going to be a long five days.”