HandCuffs

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Overwhelmed

Recap:

"Now," I whisper, "show me this pleasure you've been begging to give me."

Beau grins, and winks, "oh with pleasure!"

~*~

"I want to be quite rough with you Ariella. Is that ok?" Beau asks, his voice husky, evidently showing his lust.

I think about it for a second while biting my lip, "how rough?"

"Tying you up? I want to make you scream with pleasure." Beau answers.

Well, that sounds kinda hot.

Actually that turns me on.

"Ok." I agree.

I can feel my hands shaking, but I know I want this, and I've accepted my fate and what I've just agreed to.

I close my eyes, and try to calm myself as I hear and feel Beau move off the bed and over to what I believe to be the en suite bathroom.

We are in Paris and the first thing we do is.. Sex?

Huh.. Alright.

Sex with a handsome stranger.

A handsome stranger fugitive.

With sex withdrawals.

I am lost in thought so when a hand grabs my left wrist, I jump, startled.

"It's just me." Beau breathes his hot sweet breath on my cheek, making my mouth water.

I slump back to the comfy bedding and relax; and allow Beau to tie me up, with what, I don't know but I don't care to look.

Within a few minutes, my arms are tightly bound above my head with some sort of soft rope, and my legs are spread; some sort of material stretching them across the bed leaving me exposed by the ankle.

I feel the chill of the cold Paris air against my skin, and Beau's heavy husky breath.

I brace myself and slowly open my eyes; automatically being drawn to Beau's gaze.

"What are you doing over there?" I whisper as I watch him standing at the end of the bed, just watching me, "have you changed your mind?" I realise my voice sounds rejected.. I really did want this. I wanted Beau. Why has he gained his self control?

"Oh don't worry baby, I haven't changed my mind.. I'm just marvelling at your beauty.. I had to take it in before I defile you."

"De- defile me?" I stutter.

Beau smirks a devilish sexy smile, wrinkling his nose; making him look a million times more sexy, and nods, "oh yes. You're never going to want another man ever again. No body will ever compare to me. No man will ever make you feel the way I do. I'm your fugitive."

My lower half clenches, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

Fuck just his words have me moist.

"Have me then.. Fugitive." I can hear the need in my voice.

Why the hell do I want this man so much!? I've never wanted a guy before.. I've just slept with guys to keep them happy.. But with Beau.. God I want this. I need this.

I am eternally his and he doesn't even know it!

Licking his lip, Beau climbs back on the bed, his eyes glued to my scantily clad form.

"I hope you're not attached to your underwear baby. Cos I'm gonna be ripping that off!"

I soak my panties immediately.