Destined to Feel (5 page)

‘Seems like you are taking a few liberties tonight, Jeremy.’ She doesn’t resist me whatsoever.

‘Only you could inspire me to take such liberties, Alexandra.’

Okay, almost ready.

I move one of the lounge chairs over so I can tie her bound wrists to the leg of the chair. I know she’ll be shocked by what I’m going to do, but she’ll love it once she gets used to it. One of my friends-with-benefits at Harvard did it to me, and although the feeling was fascinating, I couldn’t stand not being in control. All I could think about was how Alexa’s body would react instead and I’ve wanted to try it with her ever since. Now, I have my chance.

‘Is this added security necessary? Anchoring me to the base of a chair? What if the others come home early?’

‘They won’t.’ I know this because I have organised for Craig to call me if it looks like anyone is leaving early. As if I’d be that unprepared…she should know me better than that by now. I take a moment to absorb the sight of her exposed and trapped body. My cock springs spontaneously out of the split in my boxer shorts.

Alexa laughs. ‘I’m not sure who’s more turned on by this scenario, you or me.’ I always wonder if she’s aware that she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip when she says things like that. I don’t want to mention it in case she stops doing it.

I lower my head to her sex and sniff, animal instinct taking me over. She smells sensational and there is no doubt in my mind she’s ready. I lick, darting my tongue between her lips and around the edges of her hot, wet layers. She groans in response, arching her back but unable to move her arms from over her head, and I kiss and suck a little more, teasing her swelling clitoris, before raising my head from between her thighs, her sweet juice on my lips, and grin at her shocked face.

‘I’d say it’s a dead heat at this point, sweetheart. But that’s not why we’re here.’ I reach over her body lowering my groin over her head, my dick dangling deliberately close to her lips, so I tease her knowing she can’t lift her head high enough to fully take me. God, this is fun — she is so frustrated by desire but trying to be so contained. I love it! I pick up one of the candles from around the fireplace and bring it back to our position on the rug.

‘Jeremy…what are you doing? You’re not really going to use that, are you?’ She sounds a little nervous now.

‘Have you ever done this before?’

She shakes her head. No words, she’s silently debating pros and cons in her mind. It’s so obvious I can almost hear it. Best get moving before she talks herself out of it.

‘I’ve done it before, and I know you’ll like it, AB. Trust me. I’d never hurt you.’

She closes her eyes, a good sign; she’s silently giving in to herself, giving in to me.

‘I’ll start slowly, somewhere less sensitive, you choose. That way you can get used to the sensation.’ Always good to let her know she still has a say, some power.

‘Where do you recommend?’ And the power returns so gallantly back to its rightful place…

‘Feet, and I’ll work my way up. Ready?’

I locate the remote control from behind me and turn the volume of the music up; we both like Chicane and it will help Alex relax into the experience.

She nods. She is ready and I can’t help but be in awe of her willingness to experiment sexually with me, the absolute trust she places in me. No one on earth compares to Alexa when we are like this together. It’s exhilarating. She closes her eyes and holds her breath as I position the candle over her legs and I carefully drop a small amount of wax on the front of her foot, and wait. She sighs and visibly relaxes. Not as bad as she was expecting. Her consent allows me to continue. As I move slowly up her legs, her body shivers and her skin responds with goosebumps.

‘Keep your eyes open, sweetheart, I need to see you.’ I’m utterly absorbed in her reaction as I eventually move closer to her belly, lust clouding her eyes. I ensure the candle cradle is full of liquid wax as I tip enough on her skin to fill her belly button.

‘Oh…my…god…’ She gasps, arches her back in response and a light moan escapes her lips as her trapped wrists continue to anchor her body to the floor. I hope I don’t come before this is over. She looks even hotter than she does in my dreams; I had no idea that was possible! If her arms were free she’d cover herself, but she can’t and I’m pleased I went to the effort of restraints. Even so I’d better check in to make sure; I’d never want to hurt her, even accidentally.

‘Are you okay? It’s a shock, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, a complete shock. So hot, but it doesn’t burn, then the warmth follows… It feels so weird in my bellybutton, as if you’ve tapped into my core.’ Bless her. Such abandon and analysis at the same time. I watch as the wax hardens on her belly like a plug and place my palm over it, feeling her heat. I can’t prevent myself from kissing her sensuous lips and penetrating her mouth with my tongue as she lies beneath me, mesmerised. She responds with such immediate and unexpected passion that after a few moments we are both rendered literally breathless. This wasn’t part of my plan but I’m certainly not complaining. I fleetingly wonder if she has any idea just how much sexual energy and raw lust is screaming out of her pores. It shocks even me.

Either way, her nipples are exactly how I want them now, hard, pert and ready for action. I straddle her body, ensuring her legs are as anchored as her hands. I need to get a move on now, otherwise it will be my juice over her nipples instead of hot wax.

‘Oh god, Jeremy… Are you sure?’

‘Very sure, sweetheart, you’ll love it. I’ve been thinking of this since we arrived. I want moulds of your gorgeous tits. Now lie still, I don’t want to miss.’ She takes deep breaths, no doubt attempting to control any nerves or anxiety. And now she waits. ‘Open your eyes for me.’

I love it when she follows my commands. It makes her that much more perfect for me. My intention was to do one nipple at a time, but I’m so ready to explode I pick up another candle, swivel it around to ensure it has the same level of liquid wax and decide to trust my medical precision to do both nipples at the same time. The look on Alexa’s face is priceless —

apprehension, curiosity and excitement all at once.

‘Trust me, I’m a doctor.’ I wink at her as I position each candle high above her breasts. The suspense is killing her, which I love, so I wait a little longer to coincide with the chorus in the music. I ask her to calm her breathing because it’s moving her breasts too much, knowing full well she has a snowball’s chance in hell of doing anything about it. She groans loudly in frustrated excitement. I know she’d slap me at this point if she could. The time is right and I pour the silky hot wax on both nipples and she writhes and screams at the shock of it; I can only imagine the sensation, knowing how much more sensitive her nipples are than mine. But I also know the initial shock is worth the feeling and the pleasure that follows. I’m thrilled that she is experiencing this, knowing she’ll love it.

‘Ahhhh, god, Jeremy. That’s hot, so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

Swearing, that’s unusual for her. She strains against her bound arms and her hips are bucking against mine as my weight pins her to the floor. And then the wax starts to cool against her delicate pink buds. I need to distract the tsunami building within my balls, so I carefully place the candles down, keeping one close by and I wait till her need for me inside her replaces the sensation of heat penetrating her nipples.

‘Fuck me, please, for god’s sake, Jeremy, fuck me, NOW!’

It would be rude to deny such a delicate, polite request.

I quickly raise my body and gently flip her over, lifting her gorgeous arse into me so she is positioned on her knees and elbows. I make sure I position my penis slowly and carefully into her moist vagina, allowing her surrounding cushioned flesh to feel full and tight around me.

There is nowhere else on earth my cock would rather be.

‘JEREMY!’ Her patience is non-existent and she pants her frustration into the carpet, her swollen wax-capped nipples dangling in the air towards the rug below. Her body looks fucking sensational from this perspective. I pick up the candle by my side and pour a steady stream of the melted wax on to the top of her crack ensuring its predetermined path flows directly downwards. Her behind bucks and jolts with the shocking intensity of the sensation, and she releases an almighty scream as her vagina tenses around my cock causing tight, twisting exquisite pleasure as I explode into her. We lose ourselves in the magical connection of each other’s bodies and simultaneous orgasms rip through our muscles before she ultimately surrenders beneath me.

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I sensed she was the one for me, the connection to my heart and my soul. But we were too young, had so much of life to explore. I had to test the boundaries outside my feelings for Alexa, push her away before I understood how much she meant to me.

The years flew by and my feelings grew deeper, more intense, my connection to her like the root structure of a majestic rainforest tree in fertile soil.

PART TWO

Emotions occur precisely when adaptation is hindered for whatever reason.

— E. Claparède

Alexa

As I come to, my head hurts and my body feels heavy. I’m sitting up but my limbs are securely bound, restricting all movement. I am travelling smoothly through a crowd, people rushing in every direction. I can only see fast-moving legs and bodies and I have to look up to see into their faces which makes me dizzy.

I realise I’m strapped to a wheelchair. My heart pumps fast with adrenaline fuelling my fear as the clarity of this nightmare crystallises in my mind. I attempt to scream, only to discover it’s stifled, my mouth taped shut. I look down to see full-length black robes covering my clothes. I shake my head but my hair, nose and mouth are covered by the same material. Only my eyes are open to the outside world, one pair of petrified green eyes that can’t talk or scream; they can only gaze out towards the normality that surrounds them. Someone has dressed me in a burqa. I am horrified. It isn’t right to use religion in this way. No one can see that I am held captive under these garments. Amidst the bustling activity, I am completely incognito. I’m too low for people to discover the terror in my eyes and, anyway, they’re too focused on their own business to notice.

We glide through a security gate with barely a glance from the bored-looking female guard. I silently cry out to her as we pass, pleading with her to look directly into my eyes so she can detect something is fundamentally wrong. Efficiency and effectiveness triumphs over potential security delays as I am guided to the disabled access with a curt nod from a face lacking a smile.

I try to struggle but can barely move as we continue our uninterrupted journey towards the platform and the awaiting train. I hear broadcasts in English and French announcing imminent departures. Oh god, they’re taking me out of the country. Jeremy’s tortured face flashes through my mind and a wave of nausea threatens to overcome me. I tell myself sternly that I will
not
be vomiting and, after a moment of psychological determination, I win the battle over my tumultuous stomach. Reality slices through me like a machete. This is no game. This is exactly what Jeremy was afraid of during our last discussion on the beach at Avalon — his greatest fear realised. I have been abducted amidst of millions of people in London and it has been as easy as picking me up from the airport and wheeling me onto the Eurostar. No eyebrows raised, no questions asked. Simple and effective.

I am manoeuvred on the train and into a cabin. The person wheeling the chair leans over me, opens the front of my robes via a Velcro seam, unfastens the seat belt around my waist and frees my legs and wrists from their binds. Arms heave me up from my seated position and deposit me into a lounge-style chair. Before I can get a proper look at my captor, the person leaves the cabin, taking the wheelchair and closing the door behind them. I am left sitting alone in the small, neat cabin, although, thankfully, in my own clothes. My chair is next to a foldout table near the window with a tray of food and some bottled water. In the corner is a small cubicle with a toilet and basin. I immediately check the window but already know in my mind that the blind will be locked closed. I can’t see out and certainly no one can see in. I automatically check the door, which of course is locked. I feel more alert now and I bang against it in raging frustration. I sense we are pulling out of the station as I lurch a little on my already unstable legs.

I can’t prevent the icy fear within my core. An uncontrollable trembling starts in the tips of my fingers before the feeling overcomes my entire shaking body and I collapse haphazardly back into the chair wondering what the hell is going to happen next.

My hand subconsciously grasps my bracelet, my fingers seeking the reassurance of the pink diamond chips and the Gaelic inscription against its otherwise smooth surface. Anam Cara —

soul companion. I offer a silent prayer to Jeremy, to the universe.

Please, please let this bracelet work the way you said it would. Please be able to find me.

I don’t know where I’m being taken or what they want with me, you never explained that in
detail. Please let me be strong enough to survive whatever happens until we are together
again. I need you so much.

I can only hope that he is true to his word and that he can track my whereabouts 24/7

anywhere in the world via this encoded piece of jewellery. If he can’t, how on earth will I be found? As my grip tightens around my only link to him, I try to subdue my rising panic by breathing deeply and reflecting back on our last night together at Avalon, where our lovemaking took on a whole new dimension that had never existed before, as if our paths were now spiritually connected somehow and the universe was conspiring for our togetherness. Well, it felt like it was for me at least… My fingertips fondle the bracelet as the tender memory attempts to calms my nerves.

After everything I have been through since meeting Jeremy at the Intercontinental Hotel, I know I have never felt more alive or sexually charged in my life. I can sense an iridescent spark within my soul that he has ignited and now will never be extinguished. It’s as if my life’s purpose is to ensure its continuous, growing flame. I feel like I need to become one with Jeremy like never before, take him to a place with me that’s beyond sex and almost beyond our love for each other, after everything he has initiated within me. No more experiments, swabs, blood tests, toys or restraints. No more recording of my hormone levels. I need to bond with him naturally, passionately — as two sexual beings connecting as one. There is now an intense force driving my sexuality as if it is has taken on another persona within my body. It’s impossible for me to deny and it propels me to take the lead with a man who doesn’t like to be led.