Covet: Trusting the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife Book 4) (11 page)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I’m startled when I hear the metal door opening to my enclosure.

“Time for a bath,” my abductor whispers into my ear. He unties the rope from my ankles and lifts me into his arms. I feel a prickly sensation as a rush of blood enters my feet.

I’m still left with my hands tied and my blindfold on. It’s just something I will have to get used to for now. Any struggle to get away is useless if I can’t see my surroundings.

I hear his feet pattering against marble floors. He places me on my feet, undresses me, and pulls me down into pleasantly warm water. I try to lift my tied hands and raise the blindfold off my eyes, but my wrists are so numb that I give up quickly.

I hear the splashing of water as the man steps into the bath. The water eases the strain of my muscles and seems to help me relax a little, though I’m on edge as to what he will do with me next.

I hear classical piano music begin to play, the clinking of glass, the opening of a cork, and the pouring of liquid. The man puts a glass to my mouth; the liquid touches my lips, but I refuse to drink. From the smell, I can tell it’s a red wine.

“Drink,” the man orders.

I turn my head away and he doesn’t push further. He gets behind me in the bath, and I freeze when I feel his naked body pressed against my back.

He has a hard-on, which presses against my lower back. I feel his firm abdominal muscles and broad chest against my upper back. His body feels solid, toned, and muscular.

“There’s nothing I’d like to do more than fuck you right now in this tub, but believe it or not, I like to take things slow.”

“Please untie my hands, it hurts,” I plead.

“Maybe later,” he replies.

He kisses the side of my neck, and wraps his bulky arms around me, embracing me and filling my nose with his manly, musky scent. He smells so much like Julian.

“You smell so much like Julian,” I blurt out.

“You’ll have to forget about him,” he whispers into my ear.

He licks my earlobe and slowly blows hot air into my ear, sending a chill down my spine. He gently grabs my breasts and twists the buds.

My nipples harden as he squeezes and twists them. I take a deep breath and exhale sharply as he continues to tightly squeeze my nipples. It becomes unbearably painful.

Finally, he releases and I sigh with relief. He takes a luxuriously soft bath sponge and begins to massage my back with it, moving it in circular motions, lathering up my back.

He unties my hands and raises my arms, massaging the length of my arms with the sponge.

“I see you have handcuff marks on your wrists. Julian likes to play rough with you, doesn’t he?”

I feel his length harden against my lower back; apparently, it turns him on.

“Julian ties you up when he fucks you?”

I don’t answer as he continues rubbing the sponge along my arms and my shoulders.

“Answer me or I’ll fuck you right now without your permission,” he threatens.

“Yes, he does,” I respond quietly.

“I’ll do the same to you,” he whispers in my ear as he rubs the sponge along my shoulders.

“Stand, let’s rinse you off,” he commands as he takes my hand and leads me out of the tub and into a shower. I feel a stream of water hit me as the man grabs me from behind, pressing his cock against my back.

He holds me under the streaming water, grabs my breasts with both hands, and squeezes. He holds onto one breast while his other hand trails down my stomach and between my legs.

He pushes my back tighter against his muscular chest as he inserts two fingers inside me. “Come for me,” he instructs, rapidly moving his fingers against my c-spot.

I tense my body, not wanting to give this man another one of my orgasms, but my primal need takes over and I moan loudly as his fingers work skillfully to make me cum.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he continues to work his fingers deeper inside me.

“How I’d love to pick you up, wrap your legs around my waist, and fuck you against the shower wall right now.”

He pulls my hair back and my head tilts up as he massages my ass with one hand. He gives it a hard smack as he positions his cock between my ass cheeks.

“Fucking beautiful,” he groans and he thrusts his throbbing cock against my ass.

“Why don’t you be a man and take the blindfold off so I can see your face?” I tease.

“That’s one thing I can’t do, but I can provide you with privileges if you are a good girl.”

He takes my hand and leads me out of the shower. I step onto warm, heated marble floors as he wraps an Egyptian cotton towel around me and starts drying me off.

He lingers around my breasts and my legs as he rubs the towel on my skin. He leads me out of the bathroom. My toes dig into plush carpeting as I walk forward and stop.

There is soft opera music playing. I smell candles with the scents of chocolate and cinnamon burning throughout the room. He raises a glass to my lips, but I refuse to drink.

He grabs my hand and places it on his abdominal muscles. He runs my hand along his six pack to get me to feel his form. He places the same hand on his bicep, which feels bulky and firm.

He places my other hand on his cock and gets me to hold him. It feels about six or seven inches, but the thickness is wider than I’m used to.

“You like how my cock feels in your hand?” he asks. “I know you’ll like it even better in your pussy.”

“No,” I protest.

“You’re telling me no?” he confirms. “Because if you are, I don’t have to feed you, though I’ve had a delicious dinner prepared for you this evening and it’s a shame to waste it.”

I stop touching him and let my hands drop to their sides.

“You will surrender to me one of these days. Until then, I don’t need to feed you.”

He’s not like Julian. I can tell from the undertone in his voice that he is cruel if he doesn’t get what he wants.

He lifts me into his arms. “For now, you go back in your cage.”

A few minutes later, I am placed on my feet inside a cold room. My hands are tied, but my feet remain free. I hear a metal door slam shut and I shiver as the room’s cold breeze hits my skin. I think it’s the same room as before, but I’m stark naked, so I’m feeling cold.

I shuffle around the space in which I’m enclosed to get an idea of how big it is. It’s only about as big as an en-suite bathroom in Julian’s mansion.

My bare feet are chilled against the icy floors as I shuffle around the room. I lift my tied hands so that I can feel the wall and discern the conditions I’m in. I feel three solid walls; the fourth side is metal bars.
What is this, a prison cell?

I feel around for some way of escape, but all I feel are thick, metal bars. The circulation to my hands has stopped, and I drop them in defeat.

I shuffle around some more until I feel a mattress beneath my feet. I get down on it. I can’t be sure how much time has passed, but I’m in no mood to sleep. My stomach painfully clenches with hunger and I realize that I will have to starve until Julian comes for me.

I hear only silence, and with no way of seeing any light, I lose track of time. I can’t tell how long I’ve been in this prison cell. There must be no windows, because I can’t even feel sunlight on my skin.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I’m startled when I hear the metal door opening and footsteps coming toward me. I haven’t slept for what I assume is probably several days, so I feel drowsy, weak, and colder than ever.

I’m scooped into the man’s arms and carried. He suddenly places me into a warm bubble bath that smells of roses. I shiver with appreciation as the warmth pleasantly heats my chilled skin.

I hear the splashing of water as he gets behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“I knew you’d appreciate a warm bath after being in that cold room for so long,” he whispers into my ear.

I sink lower into the warm water and have a strong yearning to not go back into the cold, miserable room.

“Please don’t put me back in that room,” I plead.

He chuckles as he holds me against him. “We’ll see how things go tonight.”

I suddenly realize that this must be some kind of psychological game he is playing with me.

He digs his hands into my shoulders and kneads them. The stiffness in my shoulders releases as he works deep into the muscles.

He works his firm hands into my neck to release the tension there.

The smell that reminds me of Julian fills my nostrils as the man presses his body closer to mine. I feel his hard-on against my lower back.

He continues to massage my shoulders and neck with his firm hands. As much as I don’t want to admit it, it’s a really good massage.

He takes off the rope around my wrists and gets up to lead me out of the tub and into the shower. “Come, let’s rinse you off.”

He holds me close to his chest as he places me under the showerhead. I feel a blast of pleasantly warm water hit my back and trail down my body. It feels so good and is such a pleasant contrast to being naked in a cold room for so long.

The man runs his hands along my body, savoring each curve, and mostly likely enjoying the view. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, being blindfolded and having one of Julian’s friends touching my naked body.

He places his hot mouth on my nipple. He savors it as it hardens in his mouth; then he moves to the other one.

I suddenly feel his lips on mine and I can faintly smell a cologne similar to Julian’s emanating from his neck.

He grabs my head with both hands and shoves his tongue in my mouth. My first instinct is to push him away, but I resist as he works his tongue in my mouth.

His kiss is domineering and arrogant, and he directs my hands to his stomach so that I can feel his abdominal muscles. He feels fit and muscular, though not as much as Julian.

He forces me against the shower wall, trapping me as he continues to work his tongue in my mouth. I know there’s no escaping and if I try to push him away I will just be placed back in the cold room.

I run my hands up his body, past his bulging chest muscles, and work my fingers into his hair. I figure that it might help me recognize who he is. His hair is surprisingly soft and fine, unlike Julian’s short-but-thick black hair. However, this realization doesn’t help me identify him.

I softly run my hands down his face to get a sense of the man’s facial features. He pulls away as I run my hands along his jawline.

He helps me out of the shower and dries me with a towel. He leads me into a room scented with chocolate and cinnamon; again, opera music plays softly.

He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me roughly. I have the strongest urge to push him away, but feeling warm and clean makes me want to avoid the cold room for as long as possible.

He stops kissing me and leads me to the edge of what feels like a bed. He pushes me onto it and I fall on my back as he gets on top of me.

He spreads my legs, but I resist, so he pries them open. “Don’t worry, I only want to make you feel good,” he murmurs.

He forcefully keeps my legs open with both hands as he shoves his tongue inside me. He sucks on my clit, and my nipples harden in response. He works his tongue in and out of me, lapping at me and sucking on my clit.

I tremble as I try to withhold the building pressure in my core, but he just works more diligently to make me cum, hardening his tongue and flicking against my clit.

His tongue moves so rapidly, I can’t stop the orgasm that rips through my body. He lifts me into his arms and carries me.

I’m placed on a chair, feeling like jelly after my orgasm and from not having slept or eaten for a while.

“I’ve decided to give you a taste of dinner. Open your mouth,” he commands.

My stomach growls in anticipation of food. A whiff of the most delicious home cooking fills my nostrils. My senses have increased and my mouth waters. All I can think about is tasting the delicious scents that I can smell.

I open my mouth and he places a piece of meat inside it. The meat is so tender and juicy that I don’t even need to chew it. My hunger only increases as I await more.

He places another piece in my mouth, and it melts. I savor it before swallowing.

“You like it?” he whispers.

I nod my head.

“Wait until you try some dessert.”

I open my mouth and he places a bite of cake inside; it’s so rich and sweet that it’s like an orgasm in my mouth. As it melts, I’m hungrier than ever before.

“If you want to eat the rest of dinner, you will have to agree to my terms.”

I groan with frustration. I’ve never experienced such desperate hunger.

“What are your terms?”

“Well, first I’ll need to tie you up before I let you enjoy the rest of dinner,” he explains. “But you see, if you refuse, I will continue to starve you and keep you in that room that I know you don’t like. We’ll only play the game longer.”

“What will you do when you tie me up?”

“I’ll give you more orgasms with my tongue, but I will only fuck you if you let me. Either way, you will get to eat the rest of the dinner.”

“Okay,” I respond weakly.

He picks me up and carries me over to the bed. My hands are tied behind my back with rope. A thick rope is pulled tight across my chest.

He continues to bind me in stages, slowly, as though there is nothing else in the world he has to do. A rope is pulled against my stomach.

My legs are opened and each ankle tied by rope to a bed poster. I realize I’m really trapped now. If he wanted to have his way with me, he could and I wouldn’t be able to resist.

Before I can stop it, he gets between my legs and I utter a frustrated growl.
How can one of Julian’s friends do this to me?

“You taste so good,
”
he says as he lashes his tongue against my clit.

He flicks his tongue so fast against my clit that I can’t withhold it any longer. The pressure in my core is so tightly wound up. I let out an extended moan as I climax.

He doesn’t let me catch my breath. He works his tongue in and out of me, lapping up the juices I’ve released. He shoves his tongue deep inside me as he rubs my clit with two fingers. I climax again and it shatters me.

I feel him lay on top of me, his muscular body pressing me into the bed.

“I will take you now,” he whispers into my ear.

I’m too breathless to respond, so a loud, frustrated groan utters forth from my throat.

I feel his throbbing cock against my thigh, and with a sudden thrust he enters me. I’m bound so tightly to the bed that it shakes with the force as he moves inside me.

Suddenly, I feel him thrown off me. I hear several loud punches and thuds. I listen to the sounds of someone being kicked around.

“Julian?” I call out tentatively.

“I’m here, baby,” he responds as I hear another loud punch and a thud.

I hear groaning and several thuds. I’m so weak and tired that it all feels like a hazy dream. I can’t see what’s going on, but I can hear it and it all happens so fast.

I feel Julian untie me and lift me into his arms. He holds me so tenderly, and I feel his heart pounding against me. I begin sobbing with relief. He lifts the blindfold off me and pierces me with his concerned gaze.

“It’s okay, you are safe now,” he whispers and kisses my forehead.

I gaze around the room and notice a blood-covered body lying on the hardwood floor. Dark specks distort my vision and my world goes dark again.

I awaken to familiar surroundings and I examine the master bedroom. I’m really home now. For a moment it feels like what happened to me was just a very bad dream.

I raise my arms and notice red rope marks on my wrists. I hear several knocks on the door, and Julian enters with a breakfast bed table. He carries it to me. The smell of waffles, French toast, eggs, bacon, and orange juice makes my stomach clench with hunger.

Julian places the table on my lap. I take rushed bites of the French toast and eggs. I continue eating as fast as my mouth will chew.

“You haven’t eaten in three days,” Julian says. “I was losing my mind when you were taken.”

“How did you find me?”

“I have my ways, Cheryl. No matter what happens, I will always find a way to you.”

“It’s not the first time.” I smirk.

“He used an anti-tracking GPS blocker or GPS jammer, so I had to use advanced satellite technology to find you. Then I had to systematically break into his home.”

“Who was it?”

“It was Mark.”

“Did you kill him?”

“Yes, Cheryl, there was no other option. Most of these society men think they can do whatever they want. I want this to be the last time.”

“I hope so.”