Beginning with Forever (28 page)

As much as I hate being bound up, i
t delights me to know that he’ll be giving his farewells to Bianca and all the other female guests with a Lillian-induced erection. This satisfying thought comforts me, wiping the scowl off my face and replaces it with an indulgent smile.
I’ll be his good little Angel and patiently wait for him to come back
, I convince myself.

With each passing minute,
my wait seems longer and longer and less tolerable. My patience is wearing thin, and I’m not thinking sexy thoughts anymore, contrary to what he had asked of me. My confidence is beginning to deteriorate again. What if Bianca convinces him to lengthen their ‘goodbye’ or worse…convinces him to go with her? I don’t know her well, but she seems like a skilled manipulator from the few interactions I’ve had with her. There’s no doubt in my mind that she has a sexy edge over me. However, the competitive side of me is determined to give her a fair fight. Hmm…this means I’ll have to step up my game, but how do I satisfy a man who’s been with countless, beautiful women? I’m limited with my experience. What experience?

I
had to make sure Lily couldn’t run away if she changed her mind about me. With our limited time, I couldn’t afford to take any chances, so I seduced and tied her up, holding her captive against her will. It took all the strength in me to ignore her pleading, writhing naked body. My rock hard cock said screw the gratitude and good-byes. I wanted to fuck her hard and senseless, so she would know she’s all I want and need for the rest of my life. Doesn’t she understand that I’ll never be able to let her go? Why would she even ask such a ridiculous thing? The thought of her leaving me on the anniversary of Emily’s death is enough to drive me fucking insane. I could barely hold the remaining shreds of my sanity together as it is. And then to top it off, Bianca is layering her drama on thick. Her promise of giving me room and time was empty and nowhere truthful. I’ll have to smother her tantrums sooner rather than later if I want to hang on to Lily.

After
locking the door to my private cabin, I call security and tell them to guard it with their lives. I straighten myself up, adjust my erection so it’s not visually apparent to my guests, and make my way upstairs to bid them farewell. My mother grabs my arm as soon as she sees me emerge from downstairs. I wonder if she’s been waiting for me all this time. “Carson, we need to talk. You’ve hurt Bianca badly. You need to make things right with her. You shouldn’t have brought Lillian here. It’s much too soon,” she admonishes me. I’ve never defied my mother or purposely do anything to upset her, but this time, she’s overstepping her boundary with her demands, and I don’t like it.

“Mother…
not now.” My tone is both cautioning and lethal. “I’ll deal with Bianca when I’m ready. Lily is here to stay. I’ll have her come with me to every function from now on, so you’ll just have to get used to seeing her more often. If you’ll excuse me, mother, I have guests waiting for me. Lily and I will see you and Dad for dinner tomorrow in Boston.” The harshness of my tone fades as I calm down and politely ask her to mind her own business. I impart a soft kiss on her forehead to let her know that I still love her, regardless of her meddling in my love life. She’s stunned, but respectful of my requests.

“I
’ll see you both tomorrow then,” she glumly replies and walks away. I hate seeing that sad look on her face, it eats me up inside, but this time I’ll just have to deal with it. Lily is now a part of my life whether my mother accepts it or not.

I sprint towards the exit where my guests are gathering to leave. My frown is
instantly replaced with my usual CEO smile. I’ve had years of practice with mood swings, so switching to gracious host, immediately after having a heated conversation with my mother, is not a difficult task for me. As usual, there’s a welcoming line of female supporters and their young eligible daughters, waiting for me to bid them farewell. This is the other reason why I decided to tie Lily up. She mentioned earlier that she hated watching women throw themselves at me. Why make her grin and bear it a second time if I can help it.

First in line are the Parkers, and their two daughters, Alison and Madison. Alison and I dated for a few
months, but she forgot my rule of no commitments and became very clingy, so I had to end things abruptly with her. Our separation put her in counseling for several months. Poor Alison, she still looks at me with hope in her eyes. I better avoid contact all together; it’ll only make it harder for her. I nod my head and her eyes flood with disappointment as she passes me. Alright, one down and just a few more to go…I can do this. Ten families later and the Sortes and their daughter, Bianca, are up. I’ve been dreading this confrontation all evening. I’m actually surprised they even showed up after what I did to their one and only daughter. Mr. Sorte extends his hand out to me with strain. “Carson, glad to see you made it back safely.” I can see contempt in his thinning eyes as he fights to hold back what he really wants to convey to me. I can’t blame the man, his wife or their daughter for hating me. I know I’m an asshole.

“Thank you,
sir,” I keep it simple and then address his wife, “Mrs. Sorte, thank you for your support.” She sullenly nods her head and follows her husband out, leaving Bianca in my company. What more can I say to her? I’ve made it quite clear that I’ve moved on by bringing Lillian here with me. Bianca gives me her left hand, purposely showing me that she’s still wearing my engagement ring, the one I had Owen pick out for me because I didn’t care enough to do it myself. I shake her hand formally, disregarding her intention.

“
Carson, I meant it when I said I’ll wait for you.”

“Bianca, not now.
This is not the time or place to discuss this,” I warn her with iced glaring eyes as I keep my voice low and balanced to deter attention. “We’ll talk later,” I clip.

Her eyes brighten and enlarge, hearing that she’ll have another opportunity to speak with me. “I look forward to seeing you soon
, Carson.” I nod my head, and she struts away with a triumphant expression on her face. She drains me in the most annoying way. Twenty minutes later, the line finally dwindles down, thank god. I hate keeping Lillian tied up any longer than I need to. From the fearful expression on her face, I can assume she doesn’t enjoy being bound up, note to self.

I round back to the bar to grab a
glass of ice. My emotions are completely fucked tonight, dealing with memories of Emily, fits from Bianca, and Lily’s insecurity of our relationship. I know better than to add sex into this shitty mix, but her body entices me in such a way that I can’t curb my urges. It’s impossible for me to get my fill of her no matter how many times I’ve been inside her.

I
hear a single click and then the door slowly opens. Carson already has his tuxedo jacket off, resting over his forearm. He tosses it on the back of a chair as he makes his way towards me. I see the top buttons of his shirt are undone and his bowtie is dangling from one side. His chest is slightly exposed, making my body squirm in anticipation. The expression on his face is serious while his gazing eyes promise uninterrupted passion, compelling me to bite my lower lip. A clear glass of ice in his hand piques my curiosity.

“How bad did you miss me
, Angel?” His deep seductive voice burrows a hole inside my soul, sending a hot current through my captive body. I’m helpless under his overwhelming charm.

I gather
enough courage to challenge him with my low trembling voice, “Untie me, so I can show you how much.” I see a familiar devilish smile on his beautiful face.

“
Not yet baby, I need to take advantage of your bondage first.” He sits down on the edge of the bed with his back to me, sets the glass of ice on the night stand and takes his shoes and socks off. I watch him slowly taunt me by undoing each cuff link and then the buttons. I think he’s offering me a private strip tease. He stands up, turns to face me and continues with the remaining buttons of his shirt. Holy freak, his body language is sexy as hell. He makes me want to think and say naughty things that are uncharacteristic of me. His clothes are now piled on the floor, and he’s deliciously nude. My eyes greedily devour the perfect details of his strong, muscular body, permanently imprinting them into my mind for future, lonely nights.

The
white comforter is slowly pulled away to unveil my squirming body, but he doesn’t touch me. He reaches over for his glass of ice and pours himself a shot of dark liquor. The hot liquid flows down his throat smoothly. There’s a slight grimace across his face when the heat of the liquor hits him. He traps an ice cube in his mouth and sets the glass down.

“
I’m sorry I was a little rough with you earlier, especially your breasts. Let me soothe them.” He seals each tender nipple into his penetrating cool mouth and tongues the melting ice cube over it. It’s definitely remedying something all right—the hot urge between my legs and not the sting from his aggression. I want to touch his hard body, pull him closer to me, but my restrained hands deprive me of my needs.

“Please untie me, Carson.
Let me touch you,” I plead. He releases my hands, lifts me up to my knees and pins my body against the headboard. My heart is racing rapidly. We’re face to face with him on his knees as well. My lips are trapped under his while his tongue invades my mouth.

“
Do I still have your promise to have my way with you tonight?” he reconfirms my sexually coerced promise in his dangerously sultry voice.

“Yes
,” I murmur as my breathing hastens to match the pace of my pounding heart. We’re so close that the air we breathe is each other’s. The scent of his liquor is infused with his sweet breath. This is one irresistible cocktail I wouldn’t mind drinking.

He reache
s underneath the pillow under my knees and pulls out a condom. “Grab the headboard with your hands and don’t let go for any reason. Am I clear?” he orders me firmly, subduing my eyes with his stare. I nod. He cradles my legs off the bed and wraps them around his waist. I’m lowered over his pulsing erection, and it fills my insides completely. His fullness is what I’ve been craving. He grabs my hips and crashes into me, thrusting in and out with an aching, personal need. God, it feels good. I want him inside me all night. I take my hands off the headboard to pull him closer, but he restrains them back with one hand and his powerful eyes.

“Do
n’t make me tie them up again. I own your body tonight,” he warns me strictly. I’m startled by his abrasive tone, but turned on at the same time by his forcefulness. Who is this man? I’ve never seen this dominating side of him. Our breathing is labored and rapid. The exploding sensation inside me is on the edge of a cliff, ready to plunge, but he purposely stops me.

“Let go
now and turn your back to me.” His tone is still demanding. His body is physically here, but the blank expression on his face tells me his mind is somewhere else. I’m mentally disoriented. Should I resist him? My mind says
yes
, but my body says
no
. I want him to finish what he started, so I agree to his demand. He grabs my hips, spreads my thighs apart with his knees and pulls my ass tightly against his hard erection. He penetrates me deeply from behind while holding my arms captive under his and above my head against the headboard. I’m not going anywhere without his approval. My entire body is pinned against the headboard with his. Once again, his thrusts remain vigorous and desperate as he slams hard into me. Sweat trickles down his front and back. Unlike all the other times, tonight is about him. He’s making me well aware of his overwhelming need for me.

He
presses his lips against my ear and murmurs another warning of his intent, “Lily, I’m going to fuck you hard. You’ve made my nerves raw.” He thrusts his erection deeper into me. “Don’t ask me to leave you again. Do you understand me?” I passively nod my head. He pounds violently into me while his fingers tease my swollen sex. I’m hanging on the edge again. He gently sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck and bites down. I whimper from the sting, but relish the feel of his teeth against my skin. He soothes it with soft, velvety kisses. I think I understand the message he’s conveying to me. He purposely tied me up and seduced me till I could hardly tolerate the frenzy of emotions trapped inside me because of him. This is probably what he’s been feeling since I asked him to let me go.

“Carson, I do understand
,” I breathlessly offer him my awareness. His body softens and falls back onto the bed, depriving him of an orgasm he desperately wanted. His panting becomes quiet and slow with his arms across his forehead. I turn myself around and lower my body on top of his. The expression on his face is shameful as he tries to hide it under his forearms instead of his usual invincible demeanor, confirming that this is very serious. It’s obvious that he just used sex against me to express his emotional struggle, but I refuse to let him remain in this state of remorse. His actions are based on his feelings for me. How can I possibly hold that against him?

“I’m sorry that you had to see that
shameful side of me.” He brings his arms down and wraps them around me, intently looking into my eyes, begging for forgiveness.

“I don’t want you to
be sorry for wanting or needing me.” My eyes reciprocate his stare with sincerity, hoping that he’ll see my needs for him are identical. I cup his withered face between my hands. My lips start at his mouth, then work their soothing way to his neck, chest, and abdomen. Muffled groans vibrate from the back of his throat into my ears. That sound is so damn sexy to me. I stop at his left hip and press a firm kiss on top of his faded scar and then finally to his sizable pulsing erection. I roll off his condom and place my moist mouth over it. He’s pleasantly surprised. “Carson, don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I only want to please you. Set yourself free and give me your body tonight,” I repeat his earlier plea to me with a playful smirk, word for word, hoping to lighten his mood. A heart-wrenching smile appears across his face, making me smile wickedly along with him. Two can play this game, and I don’t like to lose either. He drops his head back on the bed while I take as much of him inside my mouth as I can, pleasuring him. His breathing increases as I continue to suck and lick his throbbing head, eagerly trying to satiate him. His moaning is low, indicative of his ecstasy.