Page 15 of Married to My Master

She moaned her protest. “Dane?” she whined. “Please, just a little more.”

The floor didn't shift, though, and she didn't feel him move away. He stayed there.

“Please?” she begged again. “Please?”

After five minutes of asking, though, and still with no response, Emily decided to keep quiet. It was beneath her, anyway, to beg, even if she could feel the evidence of her excitement and arousal drying on the inside of her thighs. She'd been positively dripping as he'd touched her, and, for some reason, the thought that it could come at any time kept that feeling heightened and keyed up.

However, after much time had passed, she finally gave up hope of his fulfilling her wanton need. She laid her head forward, just like before, letting her body doze off in exhaustion.

And then the vibrator returned. More pressing and more urgent this time.

She arched her back again, her hips trying to move and gyrate as he sent wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her body. Just as she began panting and getting close, so close, to just letting go and allowing the sensations to rip through her . . . he stopped. Again.

She realized, after the third time this happened, that he wasn't going to let her sleep. Not for a very, very long time. And, as she sat in a puddle of her own unwanted desire to feel this man's hands on her body, she realized he wasn't going to give her the relief she craved.

She sniffled a little at the thought. But, no matter how much she wanted to cry, she wouldn't let herself.

That would be giving in.

Chapter Six

Emily

The silence returned as Dane removed the headphones from her ears, and the dim light stabbed into Emily's eyes like a needle as he removed the makeshift blindfold.

Emily licked her dry lips and coughed, her throat dry from hours without even a drink of water.

The cold metal blade of the scissors dangerously caressed her skin as Dane began to cut her free from her bonds. She tried to move her arms and legs as the last of the duct tape came free, but her body resisted the sudden return to a more natural state.

She groaned as she tried to push herself up from the chair, her whole body sore and screaming.

“Here,” Dane said, as he offered her a hand, “let me help you.”

Numb from lack of sleep and from the stressful position her body had been left in, Emily gratefully accepted his help before she could remember that this was the man who had put her in the position to begin with. By the time she'd reminded herself she should be outraged and fighting him, though, he'd already scooped her into his strong arms.

She sighed and lay her head against his chest as he carried her the short distance to her bed, which was already set up for her to slip beneath the covers. “You're not going to break me,” she whispered, her voice sounding foreign and strange in her ears now that she could actually hear it.

“You need to sleep,” he said, laying her down on the mattress. He'd clearly been digging around in her garage. There was light nylon rope on the bed, cut down to size so there would be enough to tie her legs and arms to the bedposts.

She stretched out her sore legs, her muscles sending alarm bells at first. Still, though, she went on. “My mother was a fucking neglectful bitch,” Emily continued, as he began to wrap the rope around her wrists, binding them together. Her mind was jumping for joy at the chance to finally talk to someone—anyone. “She never hugged me or kissed me on the head. All she did was bitch if I gained half a pound, or asked if I was really going to eat everything on my plate. Living with her was fucking hell, even if she played nice women on the big screen. At home, she was the worst human being you could imagine. Nothing you can do will equal living with her.”

With her hands bound together, Dane moved down to her feet. He grabbed the length of rope and began to tie her ankles together.

“Know what it's like to be sexually harassed for years? Try being the daughter of a famous woman at University of Chicago, or Wharton. I was eighteen when some guy tried to slip a hand up my skirt for the first time. You playing with my pussy isn't anything new.”

He tightened up the knot and made sure it wasn't too tight, but would still hold. He straightened up and turned back to her. Dane's face was passive, devoid of emotion in the dim light as he looked down at her.

“I even had an ex-fiancé who beat me,” she said, then paused to yawn. When she was finished, she kept going, her eyes boring into the eyes of the man standing over her. “He tried to control me, just so he could try and get to my mother's money. I finally got away from him, just like I'm going to get away from you. I still made it to the top, too. Everyone said I never would, and that a woman as pretty as me wouldn't ever be CEO. But I proved those fuckers wrong, Dane. I proved them wrong.”

“You sure did,” he said. “Now get some sleep.”

She gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to listen to his orders. She needed to show him resistance, just like she had all her life, even if he was able to hold her in one arm and was suddenly being nice to her. She owed herself that much.

“You know,” she said, “if you don't let me contact my company, at least to touch base with them, this won't do you any good. I won't be the CEO for much longer if I just don't show up at the conference.”

He frowned a little as he considered her words.

“I need to at least speak to them,” she prodded. “To let them know I'm alive and haven't just dropped off the face of the earth.”

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