Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) by Rebecca Lyndon Page B

all, she reminded herself.
There was a little reassurance in that…a very little. “I don’t
remember you suffering much last night.”
    All humor left his face. He pushed away from
the wall. Reflexively Sarah kicked her legs out, trying to move
away. Her chair skittered backwards an inch before catching on the
carpet. She threw out her arms to right herself.
    “Did you think that all I wanted from you is
one fumbling blowjob while I was chained to a wall? That I’d be
content just to come in your mouth while I couldn’t even touch you?
While I couldn’t make you satisfy me in all the ways that I really
wanted? Is that what you thought?”
    Sarah shook her head. She realized now that
she didn’t have a clue what she had been thinking. Last night, with
him chained tight at all four points, Sarah had been able to delude
herself into believing that she had some amount of control. Looking
at him now, feeling the unnatural power that was pouring out of
him, she knew it had been nothing but an illusion. It didn’t matter
that he couldn’t reach her with his hands; he was completely in
control.
    “You’re a smart little thing, aren’t you? You
knew I’m not someone you toy with. But you went ahead and did it
anyway, didn’t you? All the while knowing that there would be
consequences. That soon it would be my turn to play with you.
That’s why you really came here. So get that little ass over here
right now and get what’s coming to you.”
    Sarah shook her head even harder. Her mouth
opened but no sound came out. Her throat was dry, her breath coming
in short gasps.
    “No?” His voice was fierce, but held a hint
of satisfaction. He had hoped that she would act this way, that the
combination of fear and nerves would make her defy him. Deep down,
she realized that she wanted it too. They were both playing parts
in this little game. Her disobedience left him only one option—to
come after her. But, how?
    He leaned down and picked up one of Grant’s
cowboy boots. His palm caressed the hard sole. He looked up
pointedly at the fluorescent fixture on the ceiling. His arm
reached back. He threw the boot with pinpoint precision. There was
a loud pop, and the room was plunged into total darkness. She only
heard the glass rain down onto the floor.
    Sarah stood. The chair collapsed beneath her.
She stumbled backwards, wanting to put as much distance between her
and the creature as possible. She pressed her back flush against
the bricks. The hard points of the mortar stung, but she refused to
pull away. She didn’t dare. He couldn’t possibly reach her, but now
that the comfort of being able to confirm that with her own eyes
had been taken away, she wasn’t willing to risk even an extra
inch.
    For a moment, the only sound in the room was
her ragged, panicked breath. Then there was a low groan. Sarah
sucked one last gulp of air and held it. Her lungs began to burn as
she waited for the sound to repeat, but as she slowly let the air
hiss out, it came again. This time there was no mistaking the
sound—the creak of metal pushed past its limit.
    No. No, no, no, no. It seemed no one
was listening to her silent plea. The groan came again, louder this
time. Then again and again, until, after a few minutes, there was a
sharp crack.
    Sarah clenched her eyes shut—she wasn’t sure
why, there was no difference between open and closed—and waited.
Nothing happened. She strained to hear any sound of him coming for
her—a hollow growl, a heavy footfall, the leaden chime of the chain
moving behind him—but nothing came. Only the dull, percussive thud
of her heart hammering in her chest helped her keep track of the
minutes that passed.
    How long would he draw this out? Goosebumps
covered her arms. She was trembling so badly that the bricks were
beginning to cut into her back. A part of her wished that he would
just do what ever he had planed and then be done with it. Surely,
this anticipation was worse torture.
    It wasn’t until she