One Hundred and Thirty-six

“I’m sorry. Eudom could tell you were thinking of going to Gabe. During the few minutes he and I had alone after the wedding, he told me he had made you a ring. That when you went after Gabe you would have a quick escape if you needed it.” She looked up at him through her lashes, trying to seduce him into quiet. There were parts of that conversation she didn’t want to admit to him.

Unfortunately, she could tell by the look in his eyes had caught on that she wasn’t telling him everything. His grip tightened on her wrists and his other hand grabbed her bottom, moving her onto the bed further so that her head was on the pillows.

“Why did you run off if you knew they were going to offer me that ring? Why act so heartbroken just to tell me now you think it’s a good idea to go after him?” Bram asked, positioning himself over her. His face was close enough that she could feel his steady breath over her skin. That intense look in his eye was stirring up her desire.

Wiggling under him, she tried to arch to meet him, wanting to kiss those so close lips. Just as their lips grazed each other he pulled away, frowning. “I was just curious about how you would react?” She said sheepishly. Even with a frown and the way his eyes narrowed down at her, he was still breath taking.

“You’re not telling me something, Izabella Stoker. This is the last time I’m going to ask you nicely.” As he said those words, he leaned over, pulling out a silky red ribbon.

Izabella bit her lip, pressing her knees together as she wiggled under his scrutinizing gaze. “Can’t you just let it go and come down here and love me? The rest of it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, but it does, Iz.” He growled, pressing the ribbon over her eyes.

“Wait…” She gasped, “Why are you blind folding me?” She felt him shift and pull her head up to secure the blind fold. Izabella swallowed hard as he wrapped the ribbon around her throat, taking his time as he knotted and secured it. Soon, that same silk ribbon was wrapped between her wrists, binding her to the bed. “Bram?” She felt him pull away and assumed with the way the mattress shifted, he’d left the bed. Izabella listened hard, trying to tell what he was doing, but he was silent as the grave. Calling out his name a few more times, she became anxious when he didn’t answer. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.”

The chuckle he responded with sent shivers through her body. So full of promise. A moment later, she was flipped onto her belly and he was on top of her again. The one thing she could tell, was that he was no longer wearing any clothing. His fingers slowly worked over her own, as he took his time stripping her, refusing to speak as she begged him to say something. Once she was naked, he left the bed again, drawing the silence out. Bouncing on the bed, she pulled at her bindings, but couldn’t free herself. The only movement she could make was rolling from one side to the other because of the way she was bound. The longer he was away from her, giving her no sound or touch, the more excited she became. “Bram, please! Speak. Touch me. Do something.” The silence stretched on and on. “Are you still here?” She asked the room, but there was no answer. When she attempted one last squeak of his name, he finally responded.

“I’m glad you refused me. Because, I’m going to have a lot of fun getting you to admit what the real issue here is.” She could hear the excitement in his voice. Rolling around, she tried to angle herself so that she was facing him as she begged him for release. Feeling the bed shift with his weight, she held her breath, eager to see what he would do. His husky voice was near her ear a moment later, “Don’t give in too quickly, my love, or you might spoil our little game.”

Licking her lips, she answered, “You don’t even really care, do you?” Again, came that devious chuckle of his, but he didn’t answer. Instead, she heard a drawer being pulled open. The slow creak of the wood the only sound in the room. Being able to hear him beside her and not see him was incredibly arousing. Even without him touching her. The long draw as the drawer shifted again, sent Izabella’s nerves tingling. “Bram, please do something.”

His hand pushed her so that she was laying on her back. She felt him sit down on the bed beside her. A tickle at the base of her ear made her jump, and she could tell it amused Bram. She wasn’t sure what he was using, but it wasn’t his hand, something like a feather. It ran across her jawline to her other ear. When it disappeared for a moment, Izabella gasped. With out being able to see, she couldn’t wait to find out where he would touch her with it again. Waiting, her toes curled into the covers on their bed. A firm grip and twist on her nipple made her yelp and jump! That was not what she’d been expecting. He still hadn’t said anything.

The feather was at her chin a moment later, running down the center of her neck to caress over her collar bone and down to her belly button. “You’re going to drive me absolutely mad.” She whimpered.

He chuckled again, playing the feather over her body. “That’s the plan. You just wait. You’ve no idea what is coming your way.” The feather disappeared and his fingers pressed her knees open so that she laid bare before, everything up for grabs. Bram slowly pressed his fingers on the side of her lips, pulling them apart so that she could feel cool air on her pussy. They both sat there, still as can be, waiting. She thought she would go crazy waiting for him to do something. Touch it? Lick it? He had her exactly where he wanted her and she had no idea what he was planning next. Though her legs could move, she didn’t want to impede him with whatever plans he had, but she couldn’t stop herself from shivering under him.

A quick, yet gentle, slap directly on her pussy made her scream. It didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. But she hadn’t expected it. Bram finally responded with a growl. She felt him shift on the bed and hoped beyond hope that he would finally enter her and give her what her body craved, but that wasn’t in his plans. He was torturing her. Sexually. And she was loving it. “Bram, I can’t take this anymore. Please!” He slapped her again the moment she started talking, and again when she got to please. Harder that time. A moment later, something cold was dripping down her. Whatever it was felt like it had been in a cooler and by the time enough of it dripped down to her entrance, she was panting and begging. She wasn’t even sure there were words coming out of her mouth, but she was sure Bram was amused. For a moment, a finger pressed at her opening, promising to give her something, but Bram only circled her, dipped in to maybe the first knuckle. Then he was gone.

“Oh my… Bram… I can’t. This is too much! I’ll do anything. Please. Tell me what you want.”

There was silence for a moment, before he pinched her nipple, twisting it, reveling in her scream. “I might have forgotten.”

“That’s not fair!” Izabella yelled at him, her body half curling in on itself as he tickled her feet with the feather, slowly working up to the back of her knee. “If you don’t come over here and give me what I need right now, I swear, I’m going to get you back for this!” Grabbing her hip, he pushed her so that her ass was facing him, and a loud *thwack* resonated through her. She screamed with pleasure and shock.

“You really want to threaten me while you’re in such a precarious situation?” He slapped her ass again, pushing her over until she was laying on her stomach.

“I just want you to fuck me!” She squirmed. The bed shifted, and a moment later, he was between her legs. Lifting her hips up. With her chest pressed against the pillows, he propped her thighs on his shoulders. But then he stopped. “Bram!” She screamed at him. Instead of pressing himself into her, the feather came back, and she had to bite the pillow under her to keep herself from screaming at him again. It ran along her, and she could even feel him twirling it around. Once again, she was whimpering, begging, needing more.

When he dropped her back onto the bed, she thought she was going to die. Especially when she felt him pull away again. “Don’t you dare leave.” Her head kicked to the side, and she felt like she could spit venom. There was pleasure in trusting your lover. But this was agony. Beautiful agony.

“I’m not. I’m getting something ready for you.” She could hear the purr in his voice and her whole body felt like it was vibrating. Just waiting for him to make a bolder move.

“Bram?”

“Hm?” Such a simple response. Izabella wanted to throw something at his head. Turning into the pillow, she bit down hard, moaning.

He whispered in her ear, “I know what you want, and you’re about to get it.” Then that devious chuckle surrounded her and she was finished.

“Don’t hold back.” Iz cried.

There was a growl behind her and soon she felt him. If she was honest, it was the best night of her life. He melted her until nothing was left.