Jodie is
scraping the barrel trying to stay afloat. An idea arrives that could rescue her
finances and bring her together in a kinky way with a man she never gave up on.
She's terrified and fascinated, and tempted as hell.Capture fantasies rule her eBook. Re-enacting one in a documentary would surely be irresistible viewing to millions of women?
But Jodie and Klaus discover that underneath an ordinary man dark desires may lurk. What will win in the end? The man and lover, or the monster?
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“I agree. This isn’t working.”
Pure agreeable statement, but she rocked back
slightly before she nodded.
“Nice is bad, Jodie? You want mind fuck. You
want mean. You want things you dream about. You have no idea.”
Her eyes widened.
“Starting now. The rules are gone. I make my
own rules.”
“Uh. What? They were your rules.”
I took down the list from the door and held
it, slowly tapping the laminated paper against my leg. “No. They were not.”
After unfolding the flaps of the cardboard
box, I tucked the list down inside and pulled out the two gags. “Rule one. You
don’t talk unless I say you can.” As her mouth opened, with the buckles trapped
in my fingers, I dropped both gags into view, and dangled them. “Talk and I use
these.”
Like magic, her mouth clicked shut. Now I had
her attention. That had worked. I was perhaps as stunned as she looked. She
touched her tongue tip to her upper lip as I stood before her, and kept her
gaze swinging from the gags to my face. I had a feeling I’d never had a woman so
rapt in what I said. Addictive. The pulse of excitement had centered at my
groin. Nothing I could do about it. I already knew that looking at women in
bondage revved my engine. But I’d never done more than look at pictures.
Now I had an inkling that any situation where
I got to hold the reins, really hold
the reins, was like oxygen to a man in the throes of suffocation. Incredible.
I ran through my epiphany, convincing myself
as much as her. Bluntness was called for.
“My conclusions. You asked me to do this
because you still want me in your bed. You want me to fuck you.” Her gasp, I
answered by swinging the ball gag. She uttered no words. “Somewhere in your
plans, you hoped. The rules, I made up those in line with what I knew you’d be
thinking. You knew I’d not step beyond, or not much.
“This,” I swept my arm across, “This room was
your idea. Your rules. Lock me up. Make me yours for a while, but not too rough
or dangerous because that isn’t in my rules.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Though she frowned and shook her head I went
on. It didn’t matter if she deluded herself.
“You imagined some safe little love affair,
with some kink on the side? Doesn’t work that way. Either you hand over
control, or I walk. No documentary. Nod if you agree.”
I waited. I could almost hear the clocks
ticking.
When she nodded slowly, my heart kicked back
in. If it had beaten at all for those last few seconds, I’d been unaware.
“Good. This room is no longer your prison. The
house is secure and private enough. You’re coming upstairs as long as you
behave. I’ll install more cameras.”
No protests. Good. For a woman who liked
having an opinion on everything this was exceptional. I could have walked on a
cloud I was so hyper-aware of everything she did. Were her lips fuller, her
cheeks flushed, her breathing faster? I thought so, but she didn’t know what I
intended.
“Let me point out what could have happened if
this stupid plan had gone wrong. If you picked a less restrained, a less
sensible man. You’ve given me a hundred filthy dirty ideas about what I could
do to you. I never knew what depths my mind could plunge to. Now I do. If
anyone was mind fucked so far, it was me. Another man would follow through. You
think these gags are bad? This one with the red ball is simple, it just stops
you talking.” I laid the other, metal-and-leather gag across my palm. “This one
is a spider gag. With this in, you can’t close your mouth and your mouth can be
fucked. Do you have any idea of the things on the internet? Wait.” I held up my
hand. “I guess you do, from what’s in those books you read.”
I bent and rested my hands on my knees. Mind
fuck. This I could accomplish.
“You want a list? How about the list of things
a man could do to you in this situation? I could make you wash my dishes naked
with a gag in. I could tie you up, cut your clothes off and just stare at you
all day – just because I could. I could make you be a piece of furniture and
ignore you. Humiliating? Yes. I could train you to be an anal slut. I could
fuck your ass all day long. I could collar you and make you crawl around on the
floor like a dog at a convenient height for blow jobs. I could share you with
the man down the street, stick needles in your nipples and use them and some
string to fasten you to eyebolts in the ceiling. Want to try that one? And at
the end of it all, if I was the worst sort of man, I could kill you and bury
you out there on the beach.” I swung my arm up to point. “Maybe no one would
ever find you.”
Now she was truly speechless, maybe even
scared. Served her right. I watched the little swallows she made for a count of
five.
“But I’m not going to. I’m your friend.
Remember that, no matter what I do.” I smiled one-sided but I’m sure it didn’t
reach my eyes. The eyes are the mirror to the soul and right then my soul was very
dark.
Then I
squatted in front of her, a couple of feet away, reached out and ran the tip of
my forefinger along her plump bottom lip. “My rules. Open.”
A second’s hesitation at most. She shivered
and her mouth parted. Mind fuck, here we come.
“Good. Jodie.” Then I very deliberately held
up the spider gag, slipped it between her teeth, pulled her head forward, and
held her there while I buckled it. Hair made a great anchor point. I slid my
splayed fingers into the roots and tilted her head back then I added a rule.
“Second rule. You do my dishes whenever I say.
You wear the spider gag. You don’t speak unless I say. But first…” Eyes locked
on hers, I advanced one finger into her mouth and stroked her tongue. And she
let me.
Had I hypnotized her? She did nothing but
stare back. What I wouldn’t have given to fuck her mouth right then and there.
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