Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
The image of her from the night before, wrists and ankles tied to the bed, legs spread wide, hair wild around her face, leaped into his mind and shot directly to his cock, which stiffened with the memory. He would have to be careful until her wound healed over a bit, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun while nursing her back to health.
He could make it part of her training on how to be a good girl. He would tie her down and put her through a series of erotic exercises designed both to teach her and to please him. She would be punished or rewarded based on how quickly she learned to honor and obey the man who had chosen her.
The prospect excited him and he reached for his cock, giving it a hard pull. He wanted to fuck her then and there. He could almost feel the hot, wet tug of her cunt drawing him inside her, hugging his shaft in its tight embrace. It took every ounce of self-control not to lift himself over her and plunge into her.
The realization that she was crying dampened his lust. He was being selfish. He forced himself to focus on Kelsey’s needs. “I’m going to give you some painkillers so you can sleep, okay?” She didn’t respond. James let it pass. “While you’re resting, I’m going to go over to your apartment and get some of your things. I know a girl likes to have her own things around her—makeup, shampoo, special nightie and whatnot. It only takes about ten minutes to get from my place to yours. I know a back route that avoids any traffic.”
Her face was turned toward the wall, but at least she had stopped crying. He patted her thigh and stood. “I’ll be right back.” He loped to the bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet, glad he still had some of the pain medication left over from his knee surgery. It was powerful stuff.
He returned to the bedroom with a cup of water and two of the pills. “Here you go. Take these. They’ll help with the pain.” He pressed the small pills against her lips. At first she wouldn’t open, but then a spasm of pain moved over her face, and her lips parted. James placed the pills on her tongue and held the small paper cup to her mouth. Kelsey drank.
“Will you let me go, James? Please?” She touched his arm.
He shook his head. She still didn’t get it. “Rest, sweetheart. We’ll talk when you wake up.” She sighed, but she closed her eyes, again turning her head toward the wall. James sat quietly beside her, resisting the urge to stroke her hair, to cup her breast, to pull her close. Now was the time to be selfless. Later he would indulge his sensual desires. He would teach her to lust after him as he lusted after her. He forced himself to be contented with just looking at her, marveling at the fact that he possessed her, and the realization they would be together forever.
Eventually her breathing slowed and deepened. “Kelsey,” James said softly. She didn’t respond. He touched her shoulder. She didn’t move or react. James lifted himself carefully from the bed and went to the closet, retrieving the ties he’d used the night before, the ones he’d already designated in his mind as Kelsey’s ties.
Reaching for Kelsey’s left arm, he carefully looped the tie around her wrist and then lifted her arm over her head, bringing it to rest on the pillow. She didn’t move. The dose of medicine he’d given her had knocked him out cold, and he was easily seventy-five pounds heavier than she was. She would probably be out for a while, which was all to the good. She needed her rest after the ordeal with the gun.
James quietly wrapped the second wrist. Then he tied them together and knotted the ends of the tie to the headboard, just in case she woke while he was gone and got any crazy ideas about escaping.
He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water was heating, he mopped up the blood with the already-soiled bath towels and then piled the lot of them into a corner for washing. He found the bullet and its casing and placed them carefully in the trash for later disposal. Finally, he retrieved the gun from the floor where it had fallen and placed it carefully on the counter.
After a quick shower, James returned to the bedroom. He put the gun on the bureau, next to his wallet. He watched Kelsey sleep as he pulled on jeans and a polo shirt.
Naturally he knew where she lived. He couldn’t even count the times he’d sat in his car in her apartment complex parking lot, watching to see when she might come out, and who was with her. Now he was going to see inside the place! He would touch her things and examine her possessions. He would select the items he would instinctively know she wanted. She would be grateful and happy to have her things around her. It would help her acclimate more quickly to the situation.