And So I Ran - Complete

Chapter 65

Ireland was the most picturesque place I'd ever been. Despite the news about Elena hanging over us, I refused to let her ruin our few days here. Christian hadn't suggested it, but I had my suspicions we might need to cut short out honeymoon to deal with the situation, which made me all the more determined to enjoy the time we had. Touring through the scenic Irish countryside in a classic sportscar was every bit as beautiful as I'd imagined it would be. We stopped at an Irish pub for lunch, enjoying large serves of stew with champ before idling our way toward Dublin. It was late afternoon by the time we settled into our suite at the Shelbourne, and despite our magical day, Christian was looking more and more tense with every moment that passed.

"I need to make some calls, baby," he explained, not needing to outline what they were about. "Why don't you pour a nice bath? I'll join you in a bit."

I wasn't stupid enough to believe they'd be quick or easy conversations, so I prepared to bathe alone.

"Sure, take your time," I replied, eyeing the marble bathroom with two-person soaker tub. I wasn't usually a big drinker, but today was one of those occasions when I would have welcomed a glass of champagne in the bath. Oh well – thanks to blip it was not to be. I'd stripped and was pouring some ambrosial petunia and tea rose bath oil into the water when Christian appeared, holding his phone to his ear, a tumbler of scotch in his other hand. He was listening to the person on the other end of the line, but his eyes were watching me.

"Get in," he mouthed, his eyes darkening carnally as I did a naked little spin before climbing into the warmth of the now full bath. Pulling a chair to the open doorway of the bathroom, my husband sat and watched me as I made a show of sponging myself thoroughly, spending a lot of time on my breasts and the area between my legs. He finished his first phone call then moved onto a second.

"... they're the only ones I can think of, but it was a long time ago, now... yes, I understand! Do you think I want that?! I'm overseas on my honeymoon for fuck's sake! ... not that I know of. She has a regular sub who might be convinced, given the circumstances? Since the salon is out, the next obvious spot is her home... I'd rather not have to, but if it comes down to it, I suppose I'll have to at least consider it."

Christian's responses were curt and sharp. He was probably unconscious of it, but I could hear his Dom coming out. Combined with his heated gaze as he watched me bathe, I knew he'd be wanting me as soon as he was off the phone. In fact, mirroring my thoughts, I saw him move into the bedroom, searching his bag and pulling out some of the equipment he'd brought with him from home. Cable ties, amongst other things. The ones he'd bought from Clayton's unless I was mistaken. Not my favorite way of being restrained, but a lot easier to explain at customs than a set of handcuffs and a leg-spreader!

Listening and making the odd comment on the phone, Christian beckoned to me, ordering me out of the bath. Standing beside the tub, I slowly toweled down, while Christian continued to attend to his call.

"...it's not about the money, you know that. It's the threat. If she is prepared to do it once, she will again and again. From what I've been told she's desperate, and desperate people do desperate things, Liam. Even if I pay her out, there's nothing to stop her doing this again – to me or one of the others... If she's made the threat, we have to assume she's prepared to go through with it..."

Directing me wordlessly to the bed, Christian gestured for me to lie back.

"...can you hang on one moment? Thanks..." Christian mumbled into his phone. He muted it and looked at me.

"Touch yourself, baby. I want you to pleasure yourself while I watch. Don't make a noise," he warned.

Unmuting his phone, Christian brought his chair toward the foot of the bed, where he'd get the best view of me playing with myself. Kinky bastard!