Bound Together (48 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
I rolled my eyes at him
and sighed, irritated.
“
I’m serious Layla. Don’t
fight me on this. Tell Amy she has to call it all off. It’s better
she end it now than later when he has dragged her through the dirt
and grime with him.”
My scalp prickled as
guilt flooded me. I’d decided not to tell him because I was worried
he’d be furious and after Arthur had warned me to keep quiet I felt
I’d done the right thing. But now there was photographic evidence
of my evening and it had been poorly managed. I was finding myself
second guessing and doubting him again and I wondered if I was
truly being fair. But I wasn’t the only one with secrets and there
was one I had been dying for him to reveal to me for a long time.
Seizing my opportunity I bit the bullet and fired my own anger at
him. “You honestly want to talk about being more forthcoming? How
about not telling me you owned the coffee shop? Or lying to me
about sending the shirt for dry cleaning? Yeah, I found it in your
closet. And what about the fact that even though you tell me you
love me, adore me and worship me, I still can’t share
your
bed! Trust and
honesty goes both ways Jared, so before you start getting on your
high horse about mine, take a look at yourself!”
His eyes scanned my face
and he suddenly seemed anxious rather than mad. Leaping to his feet
he stood a few feet away and frowned deeply. “I told you about the
coffee shop and I gave you my reasons. As for the shirt I didn’t
care about the fucking stain. I wanted to see you again. I just
used it as an excuse to talk to you and I’m not sorry. I kept it
because it means something to me. It’s how I met you and because of
that shirt I got to spend time around you, getting to know you and
falling in love with you. And I do love you Layla. I worship the
ground you walk on and I can’t stand when you lie and keep things
from me. It makes me feel like you’re afraid of me. Like, you’re
scared of me losing it or something. It’s not that I don’t want to
share that bed with you Layla, I told you, I’ve never shared that
bed with anyone and that’s the truth, I haven’t. And the reason I
haven’t is because…
I
don’t sleep in it either.” I gazed at him bewildered. It was
his room, his bed, and he’d never slept in it? Or did he mean he
quite literally just never
slept
in it because he was busy doing other things on
it. “I don’t understand. What exactly do you mean? The first night
I stayed here you said you wouldn’t sleep with me and that was in
the guest room.” He let out an exasperated sigh and I recognized
the grieved look in his eyes as he sat down next to me. “It’s not
my bed. It’s not my room. It was my parent’s bed and their room.
I’ve tried to sleep in there, really I have, but it just doesn’t
work. Every time I wake up in that bed my heart breaks a little.
It’s the bed I climbed onto every Sunday morning as a kid. Mom
would read the paper, dad had the business section and he’d read me
the funnies. I brought my mom breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day
there. On Christmas morning I’d run in and snuggle down for a
festive movie and hot cocoa before opening gifts. I can’t forget it
all Layla and every time I wake up in that bed it just reminds me
that they’re not here anymore.”
My heart broke for him as
I watched him re-live some of the happiest memories from his
childhood. Everything he’d ever known, trusted and loved had been
so cruelly snatched away from him. It felt so unjust, so unfair and
unbelievably cruel. The thought of losing a parent is devastating
but to lose both in such tragic circumstances and at the hands of
another human being was brutal. Sliding myself onto his lap, I
wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly as his head
fell onto my shoulder. “I couldn’t put you in a guest room and then
go sleep in the one next door could I? You’d have known something
was up and I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m still not that
comfortable even now.”
It was all so much
clearer now. The bed, his anger at my questioning that night; it
was all because he was nervous or ashamed. My chest was damp where
he’d been lying on top of me but my emotions were running so high I
felt warm and a little flustered. Stroking his soaked hair,
threading my fingers through it gently, I pressed my cheek against
his head. “I’m sorry Jared, I had no idea. I thought it was
something to do with boundaries and personal space, I never
considered…I’m sorry. I was wrong not to tell you about Felix but I
really thought I was doing the right thing. I never considered the
consequences of being snapped by a photographer, but seeing your
face when you saw that article tells me everything I need to know
about him. I’ll keep my distance and I’ll caution Amy but I can’t
guarantee she’ll listen. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me about
the bed though Jared. I love you. I want us to share everything. I
know that sounds very hypocritical considering what I did but we
have to get past this honesty thing we have between us.” My pendant
was pressing against his chest and taking it into his hand, he ran
his thumb back and forth across the engraved
inscription.
Raising his head, he
gazed deep into my eyes and kissed me gently. “Layla, tell me the
truth, are you afraid of me?” I bit my lip anxiously but quickly
released it as my tooth grazed my cut. “It’s not that I’m afraid of
you Jared, it’s that I never seem to know how you’ll react. One
minute you’re calm and sweet then the next you’re flaming hot. I
can’t gage your mood and that frightens me. How far can I push you
before you break? I thought you were going to end our relationship
after you saw that picture. You were so mad at me and I was
terrified that we were through.” I hung my head and stared at my
lap. Lifting my chin to face him, our eyes met and he shook his
head at me. His eyes were glistening through the wet strands of
gold and brown hair that hung in front of his face. “I will never
be through with you, ever. I don’t know what I have to do to get
you to realize that you’re my everything. I exist to love you,
you’re my meaning of life, my reason to be, you were made for me
and I was made to make you mine. What we have is too important to
me to just throw away because of a picture and an incorrect quote.
But you have got to have some faith in me Layla. I would never hurt
you, you have to know that. I may get angry, lose my temper and
storm away but I will always calm down and I will always come back.
I could never leave you behind. I’d be lost without you.” Relief
overwhelmed me as he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in a
warm embrace. Slightly misty eyed I smiled into his neck as I
nuzzled against him. “I love you so much. I’m sorry, for
everything. I swear, from now on, honesty. Always.”
Placing a chaste kiss on
my lips he smiled and rested his forehead against mine. The smell
of something burning caught my attention and I suddenly remembered
the omelet he’d been cooking when I’d found the picture. “Jared!
The stove!” Lifting me off his lap he sprinted toward the kitchen
as I ran close behind him. Pushing the door open thick black smoke
came billowing from the room. Raising his hand indicating that I
stay exactly where I was, he disappeared into the gray and blinding
smoke. I heard the sound of a fire extinguisher and my pulse
quickened as I worried for his safety. Seconds later, he re-emerged
and I was finally able to breathe again, knowing that he was
alright. Holding a cloth with the black and chargrilled pan in his
hand he grinned playfully at me. “I hope you like your eggs over
easy.”
I laughed hard, as the
emotions of the past hour flowed and rumbled around in my body. All
the hurt, anger and sadness instantly washed away with his humor
and boyish grin. He chuckled and walked back into the kitchen to
dispose the pan. The fire had mercifully been well contained and
there was minimal damage to the stove. Turning to face me, Jared
held out his hand and I rushed to accept it. Leading me into the
foyer, he grabbed my shopping bags and ushered me up stairs. “Time
to get ready for your party my lady.”
feeling incredibly more relaxed; I made my way through to the
master suite. Jared had brought up all of my things and organized
them neatly on the dresser. I smiled at his sweet and caring
gesture and began sliding into my underwear. I’d decided on a black
lace thong and matching strapless bra so that my dress would appear
seamless as I danced and wiggled my ass around all night. I’d just
slipped into my thong when I spotted Jared leaning against the door
frame watching me. He’d removed his wet shirt and was now
bare-chested in his black slacks. His eyes were dark and hooded as
they followed me around the room. Pretending to be totally
unaffected by him, I sat on the vintage couch and slid into my
brand new pair of five inch, black velvet Gucci heels. They fit
perfectly and the cost definitely reflected the comfort. I stood up
and walked over to the full length mirror to check them out. My
legs looked slimmer and longer, sleek even. “You don’t need that
mirror to tell you how good you look. I can categorically tell you
that you look tantalizingly fuckable Miss Jennings.”
I shot him a seductive
smile and slowly sashayed over to the door. Dragging my nails over
his chest gently, I breathed against his mouth. “That sounds
deliciously erotic Mr. Garrett. Care to elaborate? Maybe give me a
demonstration?”
His eyes grew wild with
lust and a low primitive growl rumbled in his throat. “With
pleasure. Hot, smoldering pleasure my lady.”
Breezing past me, he
headed for the closet. I watched him, a little confused until I saw
him re-emerge with the velvet bag. Oh. My. God. It was the first
time we’d used it since the first night he’d introduced me to the
idea of bondage. Pulling it open he smiled mischievously. He looked
like he’d just won the lottery as he rummaged in the bag for his
toys. Dropping it to the floor he stood, gazing at me as he dangled
the pair of door restraints from his fingers. I was biting my lip,
but I always did that when I was anxious and he knew
it.
“
Layla, you look worried.
These are for restraining you, that’s all. The cuffs are for your
wrists and the hooks go over the top of the door holding you in
place. Now, hold out your hands and put your wrists together for me
baby.”
With only a slight
trepidation, I did as he asked; eager to try this new and exciting
lifestyle he wanted us to indulge in. I’d enjoyed being tied to the
bed, blindfolded and even secured by a belt in my bathroom while
being spanked. I held my breath as he gently slid the cuffs into
place on my delicate wrists. The leather was stiff and felt cool
against my warm skin. The band that held them together was elastic
but as he pulled my hands apart from one another, I realized that
they didn’t have much give. Not that it mattered as I’d soon be
suspended from the top of the door anyhow.
Taking hold of the cuffs,
he led me to the door. Placing a gentle kiss into each of my palms
he turned me so that my eyes were now staring at the white blank
wood in front of me as he pushed it closed. My heels dug into the
carpet, leaving me leaning forward with my arms extended towards
the ceiling. Leaning against my ear he whispered, “You look
fantastic. Tantalizingly fuckable. Just like I said.” His hands
snaked around my waist as he stood behind me and pressed me against
the door. Sliding them up to my breasts he cupped, massaged and
groped them tenderly with wonderful care and attention. He pinched
my nipples and I gasped in shock. The pain was sharp but the after
effect was a warm and tingling sensation.
“
I told
you Layla, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. You
really pissed me off today. You got into a fight and ended up
marking your beautiful face. How very careless of you. You got
arrested and I was forced to watch you sit in the same room as a
woman I despise. And then I discovered you withheld information
again. It really won’t do. You’ve been a very bad girl, downright
naughty and now I’m going to have to spank you like the disobedient
girl you are.”
Holy
fuck
.
Instantly aroused simply
at the suggestion of a spanking, my breath hitched and my pulse
quickened. Swooping it through the air at high speed, his hand made
contact with my behind and I squirmed. The feel of his hand
caressing and rubbing my cheek before the bite of a hard and
powerful slap crashed into my skin was blissful and I simply adored
it. I cried out as he palmed, groped and grasped at my sore flesh.
I could feel his erection pressing into my behind through his
slacks. The moment of tender care soon passed as he struck another
swift blow against my cheek. I pulled hard on the restraints as I
writhed back and forth against him. I heard the sound of his zipper
and crossing my wrists, I turned myself around to face him not
wanting to miss the strip show happening behind me. Tut-tutting but
grinning, he didn’t disappoint. I watched with lustful hunger as
his pants slid temptingly down and over his muscular, firm thighs.
Stepping out of them, he hooked his thumbs into his shorts
teasingly. I stared, willing them to disintegrate in his hands but
alas, no such joy. Slowly he pushed them down and kicked them off.
I licked my lips as I took in the sight of his gorgeous, eight
inch, deliciously delectable cock. Rigid and still, I longed to
hold it in my hands, to lick and caress it with my tongue and to
drive him to the brink of lunacy with my mouth. But with my hands
bound tightly together and my arms held high above my head, I was
having little chance of that dream coming true.
and sighed, irritated.
“
I’m serious Layla. Don’t
fight me on this. Tell Amy she has to call it all off. It’s better
she end it now than later when he has dragged her through the dirt
and grime with him.”
My scalp prickled as
guilt flooded me. I’d decided not to tell him because I was worried
he’d be furious and after Arthur had warned me to keep quiet I felt
I’d done the right thing. But now there was photographic evidence
of my evening and it had been poorly managed. I was finding myself
second guessing and doubting him again and I wondered if I was
truly being fair. But I wasn’t the only one with secrets and there
was one I had been dying for him to reveal to me for a long time.
Seizing my opportunity I bit the bullet and fired my own anger at
him. “You honestly want to talk about being more forthcoming? How
about not telling me you owned the coffee shop? Or lying to me
about sending the shirt for dry cleaning? Yeah, I found it in your
closet. And what about the fact that even though you tell me you
love me, adore me and worship me, I still can’t share
your
bed! Trust and
honesty goes both ways Jared, so before you start getting on your
high horse about mine, take a look at yourself!”
His eyes scanned my face
and he suddenly seemed anxious rather than mad. Leaping to his feet
he stood a few feet away and frowned deeply. “I told you about the
coffee shop and I gave you my reasons. As for the shirt I didn’t
care about the fucking stain. I wanted to see you again. I just
used it as an excuse to talk to you and I’m not sorry. I kept it
because it means something to me. It’s how I met you and because of
that shirt I got to spend time around you, getting to know you and
falling in love with you. And I do love you Layla. I worship the
ground you walk on and I can’t stand when you lie and keep things
from me. It makes me feel like you’re afraid of me. Like, you’re
scared of me losing it or something. It’s not that I don’t want to
share that bed with you Layla, I told you, I’ve never shared that
bed with anyone and that’s the truth, I haven’t. And the reason I
haven’t is because…
I
don’t sleep in it either.” I gazed at him bewildered. It was
his room, his bed, and he’d never slept in it? Or did he mean he
quite literally just never
slept
in it because he was busy doing other things on
it. “I don’t understand. What exactly do you mean? The first night
I stayed here you said you wouldn’t sleep with me and that was in
the guest room.” He let out an exasperated sigh and I recognized
the grieved look in his eyes as he sat down next to me. “It’s not
my bed. It’s not my room. It was my parent’s bed and their room.
I’ve tried to sleep in there, really I have, but it just doesn’t
work. Every time I wake up in that bed my heart breaks a little.
It’s the bed I climbed onto every Sunday morning as a kid. Mom
would read the paper, dad had the business section and he’d read me
the funnies. I brought my mom breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day
there. On Christmas morning I’d run in and snuggle down for a
festive movie and hot cocoa before opening gifts. I can’t forget it
all Layla and every time I wake up in that bed it just reminds me
that they’re not here anymore.”
My heart broke for him as
I watched him re-live some of the happiest memories from his
childhood. Everything he’d ever known, trusted and loved had been
so cruelly snatched away from him. It felt so unjust, so unfair and
unbelievably cruel. The thought of losing a parent is devastating
but to lose both in such tragic circumstances and at the hands of
another human being was brutal. Sliding myself onto his lap, I
wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly as his head
fell onto my shoulder. “I couldn’t put you in a guest room and then
go sleep in the one next door could I? You’d have known something
was up and I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m still not that
comfortable even now.”
It was all so much
clearer now. The bed, his anger at my questioning that night; it
was all because he was nervous or ashamed. My chest was damp where
he’d been lying on top of me but my emotions were running so high I
felt warm and a little flustered. Stroking his soaked hair,
threading my fingers through it gently, I pressed my cheek against
his head. “I’m sorry Jared, I had no idea. I thought it was
something to do with boundaries and personal space, I never
considered…I’m sorry. I was wrong not to tell you about Felix but I
really thought I was doing the right thing. I never considered the
consequences of being snapped by a photographer, but seeing your
face when you saw that article tells me everything I need to know
about him. I’ll keep my distance and I’ll caution Amy but I can’t
guarantee she’ll listen. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me about
the bed though Jared. I love you. I want us to share everything. I
know that sounds very hypocritical considering what I did but we
have to get past this honesty thing we have between us.” My pendant
was pressing against his chest and taking it into his hand, he ran
his thumb back and forth across the engraved
inscription.
Raising his head, he
gazed deep into my eyes and kissed me gently. “Layla, tell me the
truth, are you afraid of me?” I bit my lip anxiously but quickly
released it as my tooth grazed my cut. “It’s not that I’m afraid of
you Jared, it’s that I never seem to know how you’ll react. One
minute you’re calm and sweet then the next you’re flaming hot. I
can’t gage your mood and that frightens me. How far can I push you
before you break? I thought you were going to end our relationship
after you saw that picture. You were so mad at me and I was
terrified that we were through.” I hung my head and stared at my
lap. Lifting my chin to face him, our eyes met and he shook his
head at me. His eyes were glistening through the wet strands of
gold and brown hair that hung in front of his face. “I will never
be through with you, ever. I don’t know what I have to do to get
you to realize that you’re my everything. I exist to love you,
you’re my meaning of life, my reason to be, you were made for me
and I was made to make you mine. What we have is too important to
me to just throw away because of a picture and an incorrect quote.
But you have got to have some faith in me Layla. I would never hurt
you, you have to know that. I may get angry, lose my temper and
storm away but I will always calm down and I will always come back.
I could never leave you behind. I’d be lost without you.” Relief
overwhelmed me as he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in a
warm embrace. Slightly misty eyed I smiled into his neck as I
nuzzled against him. “I love you so much. I’m sorry, for
everything. I swear, from now on, honesty. Always.”
Placing a chaste kiss on
my lips he smiled and rested his forehead against mine. The smell
of something burning caught my attention and I suddenly remembered
the omelet he’d been cooking when I’d found the picture. “Jared!
The stove!” Lifting me off his lap he sprinted toward the kitchen
as I ran close behind him. Pushing the door open thick black smoke
came billowing from the room. Raising his hand indicating that I
stay exactly where I was, he disappeared into the gray and blinding
smoke. I heard the sound of a fire extinguisher and my pulse
quickened as I worried for his safety. Seconds later, he re-emerged
and I was finally able to breathe again, knowing that he was
alright. Holding a cloth with the black and chargrilled pan in his
hand he grinned playfully at me. “I hope you like your eggs over
easy.”
I laughed hard, as the
emotions of the past hour flowed and rumbled around in my body. All
the hurt, anger and sadness instantly washed away with his humor
and boyish grin. He chuckled and walked back into the kitchen to
dispose the pan. The fire had mercifully been well contained and
there was minimal damage to the stove. Turning to face me, Jared
held out his hand and I rushed to accept it. Leading me into the
foyer, he grabbed my shopping bags and ushered me up stairs. “Time
to get ready for your party my lady.”
* * *
feeling incredibly more relaxed; I made my way through to the
master suite. Jared had brought up all of my things and organized
them neatly on the dresser. I smiled at his sweet and caring
gesture and began sliding into my underwear. I’d decided on a black
lace thong and matching strapless bra so that my dress would appear
seamless as I danced and wiggled my ass around all night. I’d just
slipped into my thong when I spotted Jared leaning against the door
frame watching me. He’d removed his wet shirt and was now
bare-chested in his black slacks. His eyes were dark and hooded as
they followed me around the room. Pretending to be totally
unaffected by him, I sat on the vintage couch and slid into my
brand new pair of five inch, black velvet Gucci heels. They fit
perfectly and the cost definitely reflected the comfort. I stood up
and walked over to the full length mirror to check them out. My
legs looked slimmer and longer, sleek even. “You don’t need that
mirror to tell you how good you look. I can categorically tell you
that you look tantalizingly fuckable Miss Jennings.”
I shot him a seductive
smile and slowly sashayed over to the door. Dragging my nails over
his chest gently, I breathed against his mouth. “That sounds
deliciously erotic Mr. Garrett. Care to elaborate? Maybe give me a
demonstration?”
His eyes grew wild with
lust and a low primitive growl rumbled in his throat. “With
pleasure. Hot, smoldering pleasure my lady.”
Breezing past me, he
headed for the closet. I watched him, a little confused until I saw
him re-emerge with the velvet bag. Oh. My. God. It was the first
time we’d used it since the first night he’d introduced me to the
idea of bondage. Pulling it open he smiled mischievously. He looked
like he’d just won the lottery as he rummaged in the bag for his
toys. Dropping it to the floor he stood, gazing at me as he dangled
the pair of door restraints from his fingers. I was biting my lip,
but I always did that when I was anxious and he knew
it.
“
Layla, you look worried.
These are for restraining you, that’s all. The cuffs are for your
wrists and the hooks go over the top of the door holding you in
place. Now, hold out your hands and put your wrists together for me
baby.”
With only a slight
trepidation, I did as he asked; eager to try this new and exciting
lifestyle he wanted us to indulge in. I’d enjoyed being tied to the
bed, blindfolded and even secured by a belt in my bathroom while
being spanked. I held my breath as he gently slid the cuffs into
place on my delicate wrists. The leather was stiff and felt cool
against my warm skin. The band that held them together was elastic
but as he pulled my hands apart from one another, I realized that
they didn’t have much give. Not that it mattered as I’d soon be
suspended from the top of the door anyhow.
Taking hold of the cuffs,
he led me to the door. Placing a gentle kiss into each of my palms
he turned me so that my eyes were now staring at the white blank
wood in front of me as he pushed it closed. My heels dug into the
carpet, leaving me leaning forward with my arms extended towards
the ceiling. Leaning against my ear he whispered, “You look
fantastic. Tantalizingly fuckable. Just like I said.” His hands
snaked around my waist as he stood behind me and pressed me against
the door. Sliding them up to my breasts he cupped, massaged and
groped them tenderly with wonderful care and attention. He pinched
my nipples and I gasped in shock. The pain was sharp but the after
effect was a warm and tingling sensation.
“
I told
you Layla, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. You
really pissed me off today. You got into a fight and ended up
marking your beautiful face. How very careless of you. You got
arrested and I was forced to watch you sit in the same room as a
woman I despise. And then I discovered you withheld information
again. It really won’t do. You’ve been a very bad girl, downright
naughty and now I’m going to have to spank you like the disobedient
girl you are.”
Holy
fuck
.
Instantly aroused simply
at the suggestion of a spanking, my breath hitched and my pulse
quickened. Swooping it through the air at high speed, his hand made
contact with my behind and I squirmed. The feel of his hand
caressing and rubbing my cheek before the bite of a hard and
powerful slap crashed into my skin was blissful and I simply adored
it. I cried out as he palmed, groped and grasped at my sore flesh.
I could feel his erection pressing into my behind through his
slacks. The moment of tender care soon passed as he struck another
swift blow against my cheek. I pulled hard on the restraints as I
writhed back and forth against him. I heard the sound of his zipper
and crossing my wrists, I turned myself around to face him not
wanting to miss the strip show happening behind me. Tut-tutting but
grinning, he didn’t disappoint. I watched with lustful hunger as
his pants slid temptingly down and over his muscular, firm thighs.
Stepping out of them, he hooked his thumbs into his shorts
teasingly. I stared, willing them to disintegrate in his hands but
alas, no such joy. Slowly he pushed them down and kicked them off.
I licked my lips as I took in the sight of his gorgeous, eight
inch, deliciously delectable cock. Rigid and still, I longed to
hold it in my hands, to lick and caress it with my tongue and to
drive him to the brink of lunacy with my mouth. But with my hands
bound tightly together and my arms held high above my head, I was
having little chance of that dream coming true.
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