Page 45 of Captivated By Him

“Get out of that dress,” Jakub orders the moment we step off the elevator at home.

I spin around to him, tugging at the skirt of the gown. “It’s full of buttons and hooks. I think you’ll have to help.”

He stalks toward me, his hands loose at his sides, his eyes dark and focused on me. His tie was discarded in the car, and his top button is open. Each step is calculated and firm.

“Jakub.” I laugh, picking up the skirt and rushing for the stairs. “Give me a minute.”

His footsteps are heavy behind me. “Not even home for a second and already you’re disobeying me.” He’s right behind me as I hurry into the bedroom.

I turn toward the door, a bubble of laughter fresh in my chest.

It all dies away when I see him standing in the doorway. He’s lost his jacket somewhere along the way, his shirt sleeves are unbuttoned, but his eyes. My breath hitches when my gaze locks with his. A fire, white-flamed heat, burns in his eyes, and my body heats with it.

“You behaved so well at my father’s home,” he says, stepping inside the bedroom and kicking the door closed. The loud bang of it makes me jump.

“You have a nice family,” I say softly. “It’s not like I went into this unwillingly.” Well, maybe a little.

By the time he makes his way to me, my heart bangs against my ribs. In quick order he plucks out all the pins from my hair and tosses them to the floor. He grabs hold of my shoulders and spins me around, quickly working open the hooks and buttons of the dress and shoving it down my body until it’s pooled at my feet.

“There.” He pulls me back to face him. I’m a rag doll in his hands, but it’s the way he looks at me that makes my head spin. It’s as though he wants to climb inside of me, and not just his cock, but his entire being wants to be close to me. Inside of me in more ways than just sex.

For a moment, I’m swept up in it. But it only lasts a breath before he unhooks my bra and shoves the straps over my shoulders.

“I like you this way, Nicole.” He runs his hand over my hair. “Wild and free. You were gorgeous tonight all pinned up and pretty, but this, when you’re in your natural form, this makes my blood heat.” He raises his hand to my throat, slowly closing his fingers around me until my breathing isn’t as easy.

“I like this, too.” He shuffles closer. His shoes are probably on top of my dress. “Having you in my grasp, at my mercy. Will I let you breathe, or won’t I?” He squeezes a little more. At this point, I should be terrified. Tears of panic should be falling from my eyes, but I’ve never felt safer. More alive.

“Do you like this, Nicole? Being under my control?” He brings his lips down, gently brushing his mouth over mine. “Being mine?” He kisses me again. “Because that’s what you are now. Mine.” His knee shuffles between my legs.

“Yes, Jakub,” I say, it comes out rough because his grip has tightened. Soon my air will be cut off; he could hurt me like this if he wanted.

But he won’t.

“Good girl.” He releases my throat and presses his lips to mine in a fevered moment that leaves me breathless and wanting and craving.

He takes a step back from me and quickly gets out of his clothing until he matches my nakedness. A black tattoo winds up his left arm and over his shoulder, dragging my eyes across his muscular chest and down his tight abs.

While I’m staring at him, he grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head until I have to move up to my toes.

“I want you bound,” he says, walking me backward until my back hits the square post of the bed. “Stay put.”

I keep my hands exactly as he’s positioned me while he digs out a pair of cuffs from the top drawer of his dresser.

“Do you always have those on hand?” I ask as he carries them back to me, swinging from his finger.

He grins. “I moved a few things around, so I don’t have to go too far to get them.” He presses his body against me while he works the cuffs around my wrists. They’re soft leather with a thin layer of fur on the inside. Overall, pretty comfortable.

But I should know better than to underestimate Jakub. He pulls the cuffs up higher until I am completely on my toes. I hear a click before he steps back. When I look up to see what he’s done, I see there’s a hook in the wood. It’s a dark metal so it blends in well with the stain of the bedpost. The metal chain linking the cuffs has been secured in the hook.

“Do you remember when I tied you to my bed? When I made you beg for me to let you come?” His voice is raw, stressed.

“I do.” It may have been years ago, but my body remembers every sensation as though it happened only yesterday.

“You’re not allowed to come tonight until I give you permission. Is that clear?” He brushes his knuckles over my breasts, over my pert nipples, sending hot flushes across my entire body.

“Yes, Jakub.” I lick at my lips. All of my panting has dried them.

He moves down to his knees in front of me and my stomach trembles in anticipation. One leg, then my other, he pulls them up from the floor and puts them over his shoulders, burying his face between my thighs. The binds on my wrists tug, but the majority of my weight rests on his shoulders. He’s holding me up, pinned against the post while he positions himself in front of my pussy.

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