Seduced in the Dark (30 page)

“What are you thinking?” he asked. He slowly
reached for the machine that would deliver the surprise he had
planned.

Kitten licked her lips, “I’m thinking…” she
undulated against her restraints, “how badly I want you to finish
what you started.”

Caleb chuckled, “Trust me. I intend to.” He
flipped the switch on the machine. It made an ominous humming
sound, not unlike a generator.

Kitten tried to move all at once, her
efforts resulting in nothing more than the clanging of handcuffs
against her railing and nothing more.

“What is that?” she shouted.

“Do you want me to gag you too?” Caleb
asked. Kitten shook her head violently. “Okay then, let me
finish.”

Kitten strained against her bonds when his
fingers grabbed hold of her sensitive clit and affixed a padded
clamp. She wiggled her bottom trying to shake it loose, but it
wouldn’t move.

“I wanted you to be nice and ready for this.
And you are; you’re so close.” He sucked hard on her nipple and
despite her growing fear she arched her back, trying to push more
of her tit into his mouth. It was tempting, but Caleb pulled away
and clamped her nipple snugly and repeated his efforts on the other
breast. When he finished he stepped back and took in the graphic
picture she made – blindfolded, bound, and clamped with thin cables
running between her legs. “I think I’ll gag you anyway, I wouldn’t
want you waking anyone.”

Kitten seemed on the verge of protest, but
Caleb put a swift stop to it by placing a soft piece of cloth into
her mouth and securing it behind her head. Not much of a gag
really, but it would muffle any sounds coming out of her mouth and
make her words incoherent.

“Shh,” said Caleb in the crest of her ear.
“This next lesson is probably the most important and most difficult
to learn.” He stroked her hair. “Pleasure comes to you only when
your Master desires it. In the meantime, you’ll hunger for it, ache
with it, and suffer through it – much like you are now. I’m going
to bed. If you continue being a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come
for breakfast.”

Kitten was in the middle of a muffled tirade
when a surge of pulsing electricity simultaneously zapped through
her clit and nipples. Caleb watched as her body became paralyzed
with panic and intense pleasure. The current was low enough not to
hurt, but strong enough to make her body contract. She strained and
pressed toward the sensation. She arched her back, lost in the
sensation of the clamps gently pulling on her nipples as little
tremors were sent through them. Her hips pumped gently into the air
looking for release when the sensation abruptly stopped. She
screamed with frustration, no way to alleviate her need – neither
by finding release, or letting it ebb into nothingness.

Caleb gave her one more lingering look and
then he made his way toward the stairs. He called behind him, “It’s
going to be a long night. Good luck, Kitten.”

Out of the wine cellar, Caleb pressed his
back against the door, and let out a sigh to fight the urge to run
downstairs and bury himself inside of his beautiful, cock-starved
virgin.

“Fuck,” he said on a rush of air and headed
toward his room. Tired, Caleb checked his watch. It was late, or
early, depending on how you looked at it. He undressed and turned
out the light. In the darkness of the room and his mind, she came
to him. He held his erect cock firmly and an image of Kitten came
to him.

He imagined her downstairs; with her legs
spread wide and her pussy open and wet. His cock throbbed hotly in
his fist. He gripped it tight, squeezing out warm precome. He
smeared it over the head. He fantasized.

He used his thumb to gently pry the small
inner lips of her slippery little cunt and watched her moan. Then
he slid his cock up and down her slit, covering himself in her
juices, preparing them both. He leaned forward and the warmth of
her breasts pressed against his naked chest.

Outside the fantasy he audibly moaned as his
pace increased.

“
Make love to me,” she whispered and they
were suddenly in her bedroom. He reached down, pulled up her
nightgown, and pushed against her with his cock. He was gentle,
patiently waiting for her to relax, and her legs to drop open
before he pushed again.

“
I love you,” she said, with tears in her
eyes. She kissed him and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging
him deeper inside of her. She kept saying she loved him. He pushed
himself fully inside her.

Faster and faster he stroked himself. His
balls pulling themselves closer to his body ready to release the
orgasm he’d been holding in for far too long.

He pumped in and out of her hot tightness,
and she moaned and screamed her appreciation.

“
I’m yours,” she panted, “only
yours.”

It felt wrong to fantasize about such things
– but Caleb didn’t care. Fantasies were all he could have and no
one could take them from him. He grunted loudly as his orgasm
erupted into the air, coating him in warm, sticky, semen.

Chapter Sixteen

Day 10: Evening

“I have to pee,” I say to Reed. He makes a
face, but doesn’t comment. “What? People have to pee sometimes,
Reed.”

“Yes,” he says drolly, “I’m aware. I just
don’t understand why you feel the need to give me the specifics. A
simple, ‘I need a break’ would have sufficed.”

I laugh and hop down from my bed to walk
into the lavatory. Reed is a little stiff as I walk past him. He’s
avoiding my eyes and purposely staring out the window. He can be
such a weirdo, but I can’t help but wonder about him. I wonder what
he’s like when he isn’t so wrapped up in his FBI persona.

You know what they say about the quiet
ones.

I’ve been talking for hours. My mouth feels
bone dry. I remove the plastic wrap from one of the cups and take a
drink of water from the tap. It tastes like shit, but I swallow it
anyway.

Somewhere far away in my mind, I know I
should feel emotionally drained, or even weepy and sad. Mostly I
just feel…nothing. I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because I know
how the story ends and with every word I utter I know I’m preparing
myself for the eventuality of what’s to come. It’s like I’m telling
a story that happened to someone else.

I love Caleb. I love him. I don’t care
anymore about the awful shit he put me through, what matters most
is the fact my love for him, exists. No amount of talking or
therapy will change what happened. It won’t change how I feel.

He’s gone, Livvie.

There it is. There’s the pain. It’s an ember
forever burning in my heart. It’s a reminder Caleb will live
forever.

I’ve cried so much over the last ten days.
I’ve been living in so much agony. I know when all is said and
done, when Reed has heard everything, when he and Sloan move on –
I’ll be all alone with my pain and my love. But today – today I’m
fine. Today I’m telling the story as if it happened to someone
else.

I conclude my business in the bathroom, wash
my hands and open the door. Sloan is standing in the room with Reed
when I come out of the bathroom. The atmosphere seems thick, but
with what, I’m not certain. Sloan is smiling, but Reed looks like
someone ate his lunch out of the community fridge.

Sloan holds up a large brown sack with
grease stains on the bottom. “I brought dinner,” she says to
me.

“Awesome!” I say, surprised by the
gesture.

Sloan smiles at me, warmly. “I know how you
love
the hospital food, but I figured you might appreciate
some greasy burgers and fries instead.” My stomach growls in
response and Sloan lifts a smug eyebrow. “Agent Reed, I know you
try to stay away from the junk, so I brought you a grilled chicken
salad. I hope that’s okay.”

I take the bag from Sloan and set it on the
rolling bed tray so I can get to my damn burger. Otherwise, I might
try to eat through the bag. I reach in and grab the loose fries at
the bottom and shove them into my mouth.

“Hawt! Hawt!” I say, but I keep chewing the
salty deliciousness in my mouth. To hell with first degree burns,
the fries are amazing! I’m so busy stuffing my face with loose
fries it takes me a moment to realize no one else is talking. I
look up and see Reed and Sloan are having some sort of awkward
staring contest. I think Reed is losing.
Interesting.

Reed finally clears his throat and looks
toward his briefcase. “Actually, I have to go. I have some emails
to answer and some calls I have to make. Um, thank you, though –
for the food.” Reed begins gathering his things in a hurried
fashion. I’ve never seen him so…flustered, I guess is the word.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“Matthew,” Sloan begins and falters when
Reed stops gathering his things just long enough to glare at her.
She holds up her hands. “Agent Reed, I can’t think of anything so
time sensitive it can’t wait until after you’ve had dinner.”

Reed sighs deeply, but doesn’t stop getting
his papers together. “Thank you for the food, Dr. Sloan. I don’t
mean to be rude or sound ungrateful, but I really do have work to
do. And yes, it is time sensitive. Offices in Pakistan should be
opening soon and they have information I need.”

Sloan falters, pursing her lips briefly.
“Oh. I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

No one even notices I’m here in the room and
I feel like a voyeur.
Fascinating!
I think of Felipe and
Celia’s little surveillance hobby and blush. Whatever is going on
between Sloan and Reed really isn’t my business.

“Here!” I say loudly, letting them know they
are being watched. I raise Reed’s salad triumphantly, and eat the
loose fries on the lid. “You can take it with you.”

Sloan gives me a grateful smile, as though
relieved I broke their uneasy connection. She reaches for the
container and takes it from my hand. “Yes, please take the salad.
You have to eat something.”

Reed looks at the salad as if he’s never
eaten one before, then at Sloan and me. He is angry, and it has
nothing to do with anything. He is just pissed off. He wants to be
angry at Sloan, but she hasn’t given him a reason, hasn’t said or
done anything revolting. Still, he’s choosing to be angry with her.
Finally, he sets his briefcase down on his chair and takes the
container. “Thank you,” he says.

“You’re welcome,” Sloan says, in that soft
way Caleb would use on me when he was feeling fanciful. Sloan
watches Reed’s face, and then her gaze skids away when he glances
at her and quickly averts his eyes.

Ooooh…she likes him.
It surprises me
and yet not. I tend to see Dr. Sloan and Agent Reed as robots, like
they have no lives. It’s interesting to see them in a new way.

Reed’s face looks a little red. I can’t
believe he’s blushing. He actually looks adorable. I don’t want him
to leave. I want to sit on my bed and watch the two of them squirm
under my scrutiny. I mean really…it’s only fair.

“Come on, Reed, stay.” I pat the spot at the
foot of my bed, grinning. He looks at me silently.
If looks
could kill…
“You said you’d listen to the rest of my story
remember?”

“I really can’t, Miss Ruiz,” he says, “but
I’ll be back later. In the meantime,” he opens his briefcase and
removes his recorder, “tape it for me?”

Sloan takes the recorder and nods, carefully
not looking at anything. “Of course.”

Reed nods tightly and closes his briefcase
again before practically running from the room. I really can’t
believe what I’ve just seen.

“What the hell’s going on between you two,”
I ask Sloan around a mouthful of fries. She turns her head away
from the door and looks at me, startled. I wiggle my eyebrows and
she laughs.

“Nothing, Livvie. Nothing at all,” she says,
her voice shaky. “Now stop eating my fries and give me those.” She
reaches into the bag and takes out a burger and a container of
fries before she sits in Reed’s former seat.

“Mmm,” she says when she pops a fry into her
mouth.

“Mmm,” I mimic and do the same. When I’m
done swallowing, I jump straight to the good stuff. “So…did you
really come to see me or Agent Reed?”

Sloan smiles and shakes her head. Her mouth
is full, but she tries to answer me anyway. “You, of course.”

“Liar,” I tease.

Sloan shrugs. “I’m not here to talk about
Reed.”

“Don’t you mean…
Matthew
?”

“Livvie,” she says in warning.

“Janice,” I say sarcastically. “Come on,
Sloan. I’ve been telling you both some pretty deep shit. I think
I’m entitled to a distraction and some gossip. Reed’s hot. I
understand.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” she insists, but
she’s getting pink in the face. No matter the age, what I feel is
universal. You can’t fight who you’re attracted to. Sometimes, fate
gets it right, and then makes you pay for it.

“Whatever. I know something’s going on.
Caleb used to get upset when I’d use his name in front of other
people, but, in private? Whole other story. I saw Reed’s face when
you called him Matthew. He was giving you the business.”

Sloan chokes on her burger and greedily
takes a sip from her drink to clear it. “Livvie!”

“Fine, fine,” I say and pick up my burger,
so disappointed. The burger is so greasy and I can already feel the
grease running through my veins. I moan as I chew. “You don’t have
to tell me, as long as you bring me another one of these
tomorrow.”

“Deal,” Sloan says and takes another
bite.

We eat in companionable silence for several
minutes. The occasional moan and gluttonous eye roll as our only
means of communication.

Afterward, Sloan and I talk about how I’m
feeling.
Fine.
She asks if I might be ready to talk to my
mother.
No. Definitely, not.