Page 14 of The Ties That Bind

Static burst over the walkie, and then, “We found her.”

Chapter Eight

The last two weeks had been a whirlwind. Even after her voice came over the police radio, Alec still couldn’t believe Caitlin was safe and sound until he was allowed to meet her at the station, where he helped her file kidnapping charges against Dr. Reid. Wrapped in a thick blanket, she looked impossibly small, her eyes sunken and dim, skin pallid. But she was alive, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she was okay.

That started with checking her into a rehab facility specializing in drug addiction. She was in the program now, and he would be with her every step of the way until she got clean. Permanently.

The cops also found the falsified prescription pad in Dr. Reid’s desk and discovered thousands of fake prescriptions cashed in at pharmacies as far as 100 miles away. He’d been busy building his little empire. Though Caitlin was scared, she told the cops everything, and several more of his drug runners had come forward in the last few days to add to her story. She was granted clemency in exchange for her testimony, which was why she was in rehab instead of jail.

Both of Elle’s parents were under investigation. Even though her father was the one writing the bad scrips, it seemed likely that her mom had also been involved in illegal activities benefiting the drug ring. Suddenly all the inventory that went missing on her nursing shifts was being linked back to her.

A media feeding frenzy followed when the story broke. An affluent medical family implicated in a drug ring was front page news. Elle was weathering the storm at her apartment, staying as far removed as she could. She said she was focusing all her energy on passing finals, sincesomeonehad made her miss precious study time, but he knew she was struggling. A bomb had just been dropped on her life, blowing apart everything she ever knew. He didn’t blame her for keeping her distance from him.

So when she called and asked him to come over, he almost couldn’t believe his luck. Was this brave, beautiful woman really going to give him a chance after all he put her through? His hand shook slightly as he knocked on her door.

“Elle, I’m so sorry about—” he started when she answered, but she abruptly silenced him with a long, passionate kiss.

“No more apologizing,” she murmured into his lips. “I want to show you something.” He followed her into the apartment, where she led him to her art studio. “I painted this last night.”

The canvas was larger than the others, nearly as tall as she was. Streaks of darkest blue, black, and gray swirled along the outside of the painting. In the middle, two bright, indistinct shapes wrapped around each other, blurring their edges together. Despite the darkness of the border, Alec felt a kind of hopefulness permeate the overall mood of the painting. Like the objects in the center were two beacons of light emerging from despair.

“Are those … us?” he asked. He still wasn’t an art critic, but he felt like he understood her style. Abstract, but with concrete meaning.

She smiled, pleased that he understood so quickly. “I knew you’d get it.” She brushed her hair behind her ear. “I’ve been shopping some of my pieces around to local galleries. Some have even bought a few.” She tried to act nonchalant, but he saw right through her.

“That’s incredible! Really, Elle, your art is amazing. It deserves to be seen.” He picked her up and spun her around, hugging her close. He studied the newest painting. “Is this one … are you selling this one, too?”

“Hell, no! This one is our origin story. I’m having it framed and hung over my bed. Speaking of my bed…” she trailed off suggestively, a naughty curl to her lip.

His cock sprung to life, and he was instantly hard. Alec let her pull him to the bedroom. She stopped him just outside the door. “Just so you know, I actually am into bondage play. But I think it’s your turn to be tied up.” She opened the door, and Alec saw the elaborate system of straps at the head and foot of the bed.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, dick straining against his pants. He crushed his body to hers and pulled her into a deep kiss that left them both gasping for air. He’d never been this attracted to anyone, and it was all he could do to keep from bending her over and fucking her senseless right there.

She pulled his shirt off and then unbuckled his pants while he undid the zipper on the back of her flowery dress. She let it fall to the floor, and he had to remind himself to keep breathing. God, she was so beautiful.

She was also completely naked, pert tits heaving and her cunt bared for him. “Why do you even own panties?” he joked, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Elle stroked him through his boxers while he fondled her ass.If he couldn’t feel her skin on him soon…

As if reading his mind, she guided his boxers over his throbbing member and onto the floor. “Get in the bed,” she ordered.

He didn’t argue, watching with hooded eyes as she tied his hands to the headboard. His legs were strapped wide. He was completely powerless.

She crawled up from the foot of the bed, kissing her way up his calves, his thighs. She hovered over his cock, blowing cool air on the tip. Teasing him mercilessly.

“Please, Elle,” he begged. “I need to feel your lips on me.”

She smiled that Cheshire cat grin, a predator toying with her prey. She kissed lightly up and down his dick before pressing her lips to the tip … and swallowing him whole. “Oh, God, Elle!” He was afraid he would come right then, but no. He would wait for his princess. She slurped and licked, nipped and teased, sending waves of fiery heat shooting down his shaft. His balls contracted, but he held on.

Elle prowled further up the bed, letting her swollen pussy graze his stiff prick. She angled herself over his mouth, holding the headboard as she hovered over him. “Now you taste me.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He groaned as her sweet juices hit his tongue, and he worshipped her like the goddess she was. She made little mewling sounds as she pressed herself into him, and it only made him harder. “Wait,” she gasped. “I want us to come together.”

She crawled back down and lowered herself onto his eager manhood. He hissed in a breath. “Fuck, you’re so tight, princess.” She began rocking, rolling her hips while cupping her full breasts. Putting on a show for him. Driving him wild.

“I’m close. Come with me, baby,” she pleaded, rocking faster. He strained at his bindings, thrusting his hips to dive deeper into her. Pressure built in his balls, a white hot heat that demanded release.

They came together, dual screams of pleasure echoing through the apartment. Half the block had probably heard them, but Alec didn’t care.

After, Elle undid his bindings, and they spooned in comfortable silence for a long time. “Maybe we’ll try out my collection of whips next,” she purred in his ear.

Alec smiled. “You can do whatever you want to me, princess.” He kissed her gently on the forehead and squeezed her tight.

He may have held her hostage, but she had captured his heart.

The End

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