Madeleine Abducted (19 page)

“Have
you ever kissed a man before, Mouse?” The rough quality to his voice surprised
even him. Normally, so very much in control, something about this woman
awakened pure lust and need in a way he’d never before known. The blue of her
eyes met
his,
so many shades swirled together to form
a tumultuous storm in her eyes.

“No,”
was
Maddy’s
shy answer, which made the embarrassment
over her inexperience apparent in her expression. Looking back up suddenly, she
added, “Well, except for when you kissed me.”

A
quiet laugh followed by a smile Aaron had to quickly hide. “Not in that way.” His
hands came to her shoulders just as he pushed her gently down toward the floor.
“Kneel before me, Madeleine.” Her eyes grew impossibly wide as she hesitated at
first, but finally relented to going down on her knees before him. When she’d
finally taken the proper position in front of him, Aaron slid his hand to grasp
his crotch, her eyes following his movement.

“Have
you ever kissed a man here?” Hardening under his hold, Aaron tried to think of
anything but the warmth and fullness of her lips wrapped around the width of
him. He watched as she looked down at the floor before returning her eyes to
his crotch and then eventually to his face.

“
N ….
No. I wouldn’t know how … ” Her voice became so quiet,
it shook as she forced out the words. “I’ve never even seen a man there
before.” A confession, one filled with embarrassment and apprehension.

His
head falling slightly back, Aaron shook away the overwhelming desire to enlighten
her to the male anatomy. Remembering where his dick had been that day, he was
able to keep from pulling himself out and teaching her what it meant to kiss a
man. There were many ways he would be forced to dishonor the woman kneeled
before him, but making her lick away the remnants of a socialite’s ass was not
one of them.

“Stand,
slave. I have something I want to show you.”

Maddy
complied instantly, followed behind him as he led her down the
corridor toward his room. When wisps of music escaped his door, he sensed
Maddy
stall at his back. A quick glance over his shoulder
and he found that she wavered on her feet, her eyes wide at the recognition of
the music. Grasping her hand, he pulled her forward while pushing open the door
to enter the room.

He
saw the large, black case of the cello positioned exactly where he’d requested.
The sudden exhalation of breath behind him told him that
Maddy
,
too, had spotted it. Aaron spun quickly, barely catching
Maddy
as she fainted.

Carrying
her to the bed, he grew concerned at her reaction, lightly tapped her against
her cheeks to bring her back to the present. Her eyelids fluttered open like
butterflies covering the deep blue of her eyes. “What … what happened?” Confusion
furrowing her brow, she pushed up on her arms, her gaze moving past his
shoulder to the instrument.

“You
fainted.” He laughed quietly. “That was not the reaction, I was expecting.” Aaron’s
voice carried the slight hint of humor as he watched the conflicting emotions play
over her face.

Maddy
continued staring at the case
;
her
mouth, opening like she wanted to speak, but no sound followed. Aaron moved
aside so she could better see the large piece of her life that had been
stripped from her when she’d been abducted.

“You
may go look at it, Mouse; that is, if you want to.” Aaron couldn’t help the
levity in his tone as he granted her permission to inspect the instrument.

Looking
between Aaron’s face and the instrument,
Maddy
finally … slowly … crawled off the bed. Her steps appeared hesitant and unsure
as she moved closer to the instrument. Aaron watched her like a hawk, every
flex of her muscle, every small expression that raced across her face crashing
against him as he attempted to hold back his smile.

Reaching
the case,
Maddy’s
movements became more hurried as
she flicked open the numerous clasps along the side. A slight creak as it
opened, and her body trembled when she spotted the cello sitting unharmed
inside the case. Her fingers slid delicately along the red colored wood before
tracing the outline of the f-hole carved into the body of the instrument. Moving
over, she lightly plucked at the strings and frowned upon the discovery that
they’d loosened from the heat of where the cello had been stored.

Her
body jumped when Aaron suddenly spoke. “Would you like to play for me?”

She
was thoughtful for a moment
;
her silence giving away
the trepidation coursing through her veins. Her voice was barely a whisper when
she asked, “May I?”

Aaron
sighed heavily when
Maddy’s
eyes raced to find his,
her question being a great relief when he realized she was learning to look to
him for permission. Nodding his assent, she began to remove the instrument from
its case before Aaron called out to stop her. “Wait. Put the instrument back
in, we’ll take it to another room so that you can play.”

Begrudgingly,
she repacked the
cello,
quickly snapping closed the
enclosures before lifting the case. With Madeleine following behind him, Aaron
led her to another door in the corridor. Pulling out a key, he unlocked the
door before walking inside in front of her. Before she could enter, he turned
to her and said, “Nobody but
Xander
and I have ever
entered this room.”

Once
Aaron’s large body had cleared the doorway,
Maddy
gasped as her view of the room was expanded. A black grand piano was positioned
in the middle of the room; its top left open with music situated above the
keyboard, ready to be played. Along one wall was a large black leather couch,
but no other furniture took up the space except for a single chair placed next
to the piano.
Maddy’s
eyes traveled over the walls as
she noticed the padded squares hung over the entire surface, useful in
soundproofing and adding to the acoustics of the room. Above her hung a large
chandelier. Much like the one in Aaron’s living room, it was a heavy iron
circle, dotted with lights fashioned to look like candles. Looking down once
again she noticed the beauty of the floors; the wood that was polished to such
an extent that
Maddy
could see her reflection across
its surface.

Aaron
watched as
Maddy
perused the room, intently noting
her slow understanding that the room had been designed for a musician’s use. Placing
the large cello case on the floor, she started to move to the piano, but
stopped short, turning to look to Aaron for permission before proceeding. A
momentary indiscretion, he decided to let it pass, not feeling it worthy of
reprimand.

“You
may approach it, Madeleine.”

A
deafening silence fell over the room except for the soft pad of her feet
hitting the floor as the sound echoed throughout the room. Aaron held his
breath, watching her naked form approach the piano before lightly running her
fingers across the keys. Turning to him, she asked, “Do you … ” She gasped,
covered her mouth with one hand as her body started to tremble with fright. “I’m
sorry. Am I allowed to talk without your permission?”

Interesting ….

Narrowing
his eyes, Aaron noticed that after being given the instrument,
Maddy’s
behavior had gone from momentarily brazen to absolute
submission. Like a deluge, relief flooded his system. If he could keep her in
such a malleable state, they’d both be spared the torment of her punishment and
reinstruction.

“You
may ask to speak if there is something you need to say; but never within the
other areas of compound. When we are in my quarters, I’ll grant you permission
to indicate your desire to speak, but outside of my quarters it is imperative
you remain silent. Not doing so could lead to public reprimand, the likes of
which you do not want to endure. Additionally, you are to address me as
‘Master’; ‘yes, master … no,
master ….
that
is the manner in which you will speak to me.” Kindly he
spoke the words, although their meaning contained a promise of evil
Maddy
had never imagined could exist.

Nodding
her head in understanding,
Maddy
appeared to suddenly
remember something. “May I speak, Master?”

A
short laugh escaped him; amused to see he’d have to be more specific in his
instructions. “We’re in the middle of a conversation, Mouse, there’s no need to
keep asking if you may talk. The question is for only when there’s been silence
between us.”

A
shy smile, her cheeks reddening from her embarrassment. Aaron groaned when he
watched that same blush quickly cover the rest of her alabaster skin.

“Do
you play?”

Her
words brought his attention from her body to her mouth, his eyes following the
perfect lines of her lips. Once again finding the blue of her eyes, he
remembered her question. “I do. My mother taught me and
Xander
both, when we were young.” Noting how confusion and disbelief crinkled her
brow, Aaron asked, “Is it impossible to believe that a man who’s killed also
can play a piano?”

“I
guess not.” Looking down,
Maddy
avoided the intensity
of Aaron’s stare as his question reminded her of the true character of the man
with whom she was speaking.

“Play
for me, slave.” While speaking the curt command, Aaron glanced over his
shoulder as he moved to take a seat on the couch.
Maddy
removed the instrument and its bow from its case, walked over to sit in the
chair near the piano, and sat down to begin tuning the instrument. Twisting the
pegs,
Maddy
stretched the C and G strings taut and
into tune, before moving her hand to the other side to tune the D and A. Almost
as soon as the D was tightened into tune, it broke, snapping back to slap a red
mark against
Maddy’s
cheek. Aaron was immediately on
his feet and moving to her side to inspect the mark left by the broken string. “Are
you okay?”

“Yes
… Yes, Master.” Her hand went to her face to examine the small welt left by the
string. “It’s happened before, dangers of being a musician, I guess.” She
peeked up at him through her lashes. “I have another string in my case, if I
may go retrieve it.”

After
determining that the mark was nothing more than a superficial sting, one that
would heal in less than a day, Aaron returned to the couch, waited as Madeleine
pulled the broken string from the instrument to replace it with the one she’d
fetched from the case. “Mouse, when you are finished, bring me the broken
string.” A quick facial expression betrayed her confusion, but she complied
immediately with his order, not daring to ask why he’d wanted it.

Madeleine crossed the room to hand him the string. Taking it
from her hand, Aaron looked up before saying, “Remain standing in front of me.”
Diverting his attention back to the string, he fashioned a circle out of it by
winding it around itself. “Give me your hand.”
Maddy
immediately held out her right hand causing him to chuckle to himself, thinking
that if he’d just thought to get the cello on the night she’d arrived, they
could have avoided a lot of drama. Slipping the string around her wrist, he
tightened it around itself until it fit snuggly against her skin. Looking up,
the emerald green of his eyes collided with her perplexed gaze. “Do you know
why I’m allowing you to play?”

“No.”

He
snickered as he arched an eyebrow at her forgetfulness. “No what?”

Another shy smile.
“No, Master.”

“I
let you play because it is a gift for obedience, much like the clothing I’ve
given you in the past. You have done well since I’ve returned home. If you
continue, you’ll be allowed one hour a day during which you may play in this
room. However, if you falter into disobedience, you’ll be punished, and not
only by losing your hour for that day, but by other means as well. I can be a
kind Master, but I do not condone any rebellion or lack of respect. Do you
understand?”

“Yes,
Master.”

Letting
out a held breath, Aaron nodded his head once. “Good. That string will remind
you of what you can have. When you misbehave, it will be removed and will be
replaced by another type of bind.”
Maddy
didn’t
respond to his words, just stood looking at him, her eyes welling at the threat
of losing something she held so close to her heart.

“Go
play.”

As
she moved back to the chair, Aaron took in the beautiful vision before him as
she sat down. Within moments, the room was filled with the baritone sound of
her instrument. Sucking in a harsh breath, Aaron had to close his eyes against the
beauty of the tone and quality to the music. It was nothing like the CDs, a
sound not easily reproduced by even the highest quality stereo systems.

As
Aaron sat in awe of the music playing through the room,
Maddy’s
eyes finally released the tears she’d wanted to shed since discovering the
instrument in his room. She was spellbound from the feel of the strings sliding
along her fingers, the gentle vibration of the wood as she produced sound so
exquisite, nothing could compare to its beauty. A single note at first,
Maddy
added to the deep sound as she played slowly along
the strings, building tempo as she also moved along the scale to higher pitched
notes. This particular piece had been the one she played on the night she’d
been abducted, the music, sensual in its complexity … hard, yet soft; a driving
pulse that was built from moments of anticipation and need. She’d written the
piece as an inexperienced woman, never knowing the touch of a man or the desire
that could consume her when caressed by the hand of the man sitting in front of
her. However, somehow, she’d guessed correctly when composing the piece, had
found a way to express the passion that could occur between two lovers in the
most intimate of encounters.

Bringing
the tempo back to a slower pace, she neared the end of the song while peeking
up through her lashes at Aaron. A forbidden forest in the middle of a storm so
fierce, the multi-hued greens swirled as his eyes burned into hers, his face
overtaken by an expression she’d never before seen. She lost her place in the
song almost instantly, mesmerized by the intensity of his stare. Not knowing
why, her heart suddenly accelerated and her chest beat against the back of her
instrument from her labored and erratic breath. When Aaron suddenly stood and
walked to her with a smooth dangerous swagger, the bow slipped from her
fingers, clattering against the wooden floor. He stopped just short of where
she sat, took the cello from her hands and placed it aside.

Her
chest heaved in anticipation, not knowing why he’d looked at her in that way,
not knowing if she’d upset him somehow. She kept her eyes trained to the floor,
not daring to look up into the eyes of a predator such as him. When he kneeled
down, her body trembled at the heat rolling off his skin. He was so close, yet
he didn’t move, just stared at her, burning trails along her
skin
as he looked her over. His hands came up to grasp her knees. Parting her legs,
he slid his hands along the smooth skin of her thighs, her body quaking even
more violently as his thumbs traced along her most intimate parts while moving
his hands up further, over her torso, along the edge of her breasts. Moving in
between her parted legs, he grasped her head in his hands, held in her in
place, while he stared intently into her eyes. “I’m going to kiss you, Mouse,
it would be best if you refrain from biting me this time.” A flash of a smile
before the warmth of his mouth was on her lips. At first tentative and unsure,
Maddy
allowed him to move over her, have his way with her
body. His tongue invaded her mouth suddenly, swirled along hers, soft nips
against the edge as he worked her into
a frenzy
with
just his kiss. The silence in the room was staggering as she was engulfed,
utterly consumed by the movement of his mouth against hers.

Her
heart a fast staccato against the walls of her chest, she gasped into his mouth
as his hand moved away from her cheek finding her breast, cupping its weight,
his finger and thumb quickly trapping the tight peak between them. His other
hand slowly slid away from her face, his mouth still firmly cemented against
hers. She felt as his hand slid down the side of her body, brushed along the
side of her other breast, it rested at the apex of her thighs. His finger
traced along the crease of her sensitized skin, encircling the nub at the top,
sending a chill so gloriously violent through her body that she had to pull
away from his kiss. Her head fell back as his the wet heat of his mouth
traveled along the arch of her neck, eventually settling at the juncture of her
shoulder. His tongue teased her as he moved lower, finally finding the pebbled
tip of her other breast, taking it between his teeth as he licked over it with
the smooth surface of his tongue. His hand continued its torment, one finger
continuing the grueling pace over her clit as another finger slid down the
slickened flesh until resting just against the opening to her body. She pushed
into his touch, desperately wanting him to continue his exploration, to push
inside her, introducing to her the sensation of what it felt like to be invaded
by a man. But just as she pushed him inside, barely caused him to breach the
surface, he’d pull away, only to replace his finger over the surface once more.