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“What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?”
His nose screwed up and he sniffed before looking away. I sat completely still, holding my breath and waiting to see if he would open up to me.
“My father almost killed my mother and I had to watch. I couldn't do anything,” he blurted, his cheeks going bright red, “until he had left.”
My mouth gaped open, and I forgot to start breathing again. “What did you do?” I eventually said, tucking my fingers into my palm.
“I planned to kill him myself.”
Hugging my knees, I rubbed my lips together and watched him stare at the flickering flames.
“How old were you?” I ventured, hoping I wouldn't push him too far.
His gaze snapped to me as a darkness crossed his features. “Ten.”
Sucking air into my lungs, I nodded. I understood exactly why he would want to murder someone who had done so much harm. I had often dreamt up ways to get rid of my foster father when I'd been a kid. Some of my ideas, although ingenious, had also been disturbing.
“I once dreamt that I pushed my foster father off the top of a cliff and watched him tumble down the edge, smacking and crashing against the rocky surface until he disappeared into the sea, too broken to be able to float to the top.” Wringing my hands together in my lap, I kept my gaze on my fingers.
I'd never admitted my fucked-up thoughts to anyone, let alone a romantic interest. He'd either share his own brokenness with me or run for the hills.
“Was it a dream?” he muttered, “or a fantasy?”
His hands covered mine and I looked up, blinking when his head came closer, and his lips touched mine in a heated kiss.
I grabbed his neck and pushed my tongue into his mouth, swiping it around his in an erotic dance. Something about his question made the hair on my arms stand on end. We'd both shared our dark thoughts and it sparked a deep warm burn inside my pussy.
Pulling away, he smiled at me. “It's your turn. Truth or dare.”
I bit my lips, debating whether to allow myself to be vulnerable by asking for a truth. I wasn't ready for what Joe might ask me after our confessions. I wanted to know more about the situation with his father and whether or not he played out his fantasy. My chest squeezed and I shook my head. No, my designer boss liked strange kinks but he wasn’t a killer.
“Dare,” I said, grinning when he frowned.
“Very well.” Standing, he offered his hand, pulling me up when I took it. “Let's see how game you really are.”
My insides quivered as he led me to a nearby tree and picked up a set of handcuffs, swinging them on the end of his finger. I eyed the metal object, already feeling the cold sting of the material against my wrist. “What do you want me to do?”
“Stand with your back against the tree,” he instructed, nodding when I moved into position. “Now, hold your arms up.” He clipped one of the handcuffs onto my wrist as I lifted them into the air. “That's it, and the other one,” he said, snapping the remaining cuff over my free arm and pinning my wrists together.
I kept quiet as he placed the chain of the cuffs over a small branch, effectively trapping me with my arms held high. The air rushed around my bare midriff as my top rode up.
“You can get free,” he muttered, bringing his mouth near to my ear and leaning his bodyweight against me, “but I want you to stay here, no matter what happens. Prove to me that you can be obedient, and you shall be rewarded.”
Shit, his words almost sent an orgasm rocking through me. There was something extremely hot about a man wanting to control me in the middle of the woods.
“How long do you want me to stay here?” I asked, looking into his eyes as he pulled away.
“Not long.” He stepped back and tucked his hand into his pocket. “I'm just going back to the car to get something. I won't be a moment. Close your eyes...” I went to protest but he laid a finger over my mouth. “...Ah ah ah, you agreed.”
My eyes drifted closed of their own accord, as if they were ready to obey my master. The heat of the fire was too far away to warm me now, but the thought of what he might dokept me hot. Really hot.
“I’ll be back soon.” The sound of his feet crunching on the leaves started loud and then faded, until I could hear him no more. I’d held my breath as he’d walked away, listening for any sign that he would come back and surprise me. Alas, he really had left me all alone.
A bird sang in the trees above my head, the sound calming my frazzled nerves. My back was stiff and the muscles in my arms were starting to ache, and yet, I couldn’t lower them. I even kept my eyes closed, despite the fact that Joseph wasn’t even there. He would never know if I’d sneaked a peek to check if he was returning. It shouldn’t have taken him too long to go to the car, it wasn’t that far a walk.
The sound of a long low whistle made me stand straighter. Was that him? A chill went down my spine as I realised that I was standing in the middle of the woods with my hands tied above my head. Yes, I could no doubt pull them from the branch if I needed, but I was compelled to do as I’d been told, despite the sudden fear that gripped me.
I was alone, I could hear that. And yet, it felt like someone watched me. Opening my eyes impulsively, I checked around, trying to see behind me. It was hard to twist enough to see which direction Joe had gone in. The darkness of the day cast shadows across the woods and the small gap in the bush was completely empty.
