Denys, Jennifer - Friendly Seduction [Friends and Acquaintances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

Lissa cleared her throat. “You want to tie me up?” Her voice appeared to be a little high-pitched, and her face was flushed.

“Yup. Are you okay with that?”

“Okay. Where are we going to do this?”

“The bedroom.”

“
The bedroom
!” she squeaked.

“Well, that’s the only place where I have a hook on the back of the door to recreate this scene.”

“I understand. I think. Lead on, MacDuff,” she declared as she stood.

Matt frowned, not understanding the reference.

She clearly noticed and rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. “It’s from
Macbeth
—and you call yourself a writer.”

“Hey, I’m the writer, you’re the reader.” He grinned as they bantered, and he led the way into the room in question. Lissa followed slowly.

Going to the chest of drawers, he picked up a tie he had gotten out earlier to bind her with. Turning back, he stepped forward and pulled her out of the doorway she was hovering in so he could close the door to reveal the hook on the back.

“I need you to get into character. Remember, you are resisting capture, so don’t hold back as I need to know how easy it is to grab hold of a resisting girl.”

“Stop right there then.” She crossed her arms.

He stepped back, wondering if she was now going to say no to this venture before he had started. “What?”

“Well, if you’ve suddenly come upon me, presumably you’ve taken me from behind. Otherwise I’d be running away from you. I’m hardly likely to stand here meekly and be tied up, am I?”

“Yeah.”

She turned obediently. “Will you already have the tie, rope, whatever in your hand or somewhere on your body?”

“I’ll attach it to my belt. Good thinking. Keep going, Sherlock.”

“I aim to please, Watson.” She then squealed as he suddenly grabbed her, one arm across her arms, over her breasts and the other around her waist.

“Urgh,” he exclaimed as she kicked him in the crotch in her struggles. He let her go so he could bend down and regain some sensibility.

As she turned round, a hand went to her face in horror. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

“Actually,” he squeaked then he dropped his pitch trying to appear untouched, “this is useful. If I was doing a spoof, that would fit in well, but since I’m not, my heroine will amazingly avoid doing this to the hero who, if I remember what you said correctly from our last discussion, has to remain
manly
at all times.”

She giggled.

He stood upright taking a deep breath. “Okay, back in position please, and remember no feet off the ground.” This time she struggled with her upper body only. She still managed to do this very violently. Matt cursed. He was so busy keeping hold of her he couldn’t get hold of the tie. He stopped and told her.

“Well, he’ll have it in his hands when he grabs her then,” she suggested.

“Yes—and I’ve thought of something good. It can be a self-binding rope that will seal the instance he brings her hands together.” He grinned at his cleverness.

“A what?” She had her hands on her hips.

“This is the future, and he’s a bounty hunter. He’s bound—forgive the pun—to use the latest technology for his profession.”

Lissa laughed and obediently held out her hands to be bound.

“Uh-uh. Turn round. I need to know how it works with the guy taking her from behind.”

“I beg your pardon,” she responded incredulously at his comment.

“You know what I mean.” Turning her forcibly, he resisted the urge to slap her butt despite having a huge desire to do so. After she turned, he took hold of the tie and moved in close, wrapping his arms around her. Taking hold of her hands, he tied them. This time she didn’t struggle much, just shuffled around.

“Now what?” She wriggled against him. He tightened his arms to hold her still and felt her take a silent gasp as she clearly became aware of his erection, which, amazingly, was hard despite the earlier setback.

Pretending it hadn’t happened, he continued, “What would
you
be doing if you were the girl?” he asked softly, his head close to her ear. He tried to breathe normally, but her closeness was arousing him.

Silent for a moment, she then stated in a breathy voice, “It depends how hunky he is. If she wanted him, she wouldn’t struggle much.” She giggled.

He did slap her butt this time, but gently. “Stop it, you minx. She doesn’t want to be taken because it will mean being sent back to her owner.”

She turned in his arms, her face showing her astonishment. “Her owner! What sort of future is this?”

Grinning at her fierce expression, he quickly invented a story. “She put herself into servitude to pay off debts but then ran away from her cruel and ugly master who wants her back—hence the bounty hunter.”

“Okay, so she doesn’t want to be taken, then. Particularly if her owner is
ugly
,” she retorted with a mocking tone. “Therefore she’ll be screaming blue murder and continually struggling to get free.”

Turning her back, he continued, “Let’s assume I am incredibly muscular and no amount of struggling will get you free. In fact, she is so busy struggling she hasn’t noticed he has managed to pin her hands to the hook in the wall of the spaceship.” He proceeded to move her back to the door. Turning her to face him, he lifted her bound hands and tied them to the hook and then stepped back a pace. God, she looked gorgeous standing there tied up with nothing to stop him touching her body.
Maybe there is something in BDSM after all.

“That’s a cop-out.”

He was confused.
How did she know what he was thinking?
“What is?”

“When the guy manages to get the girl to where he needs her to be because she is too busy struggling, looking around her, or distracted by something.”

“Hey, that’s called literary license!”

“Hmm. I’m not convinced. Neither will your readers be taken in.”

Pausing a moment to think, he then suggested, “I’ll just have to spend time describing her gorgeous body as she is tied there. I think the readers will forgive this slight transgression if I do that.” He wasn’t inventing this as the body before him was gorgeous.

Lissa huffed in disbelief. “Okay, we’ve done what you wanted, tied me up. Can you let me down now?”

“Uh-uh.” He grinned at her.

She frowned and wriggled indicating she wanted to be let down. “What do you mean, uh-uh?”

He moved in closer, putting his hands on her hips to hold her steady. “Just what it sounds like—no.”

“Ah, I see. You’ve managed to get the girl tied up but have no idea where your story is going next? I’m beginning to understand how your mind works.”

Matt paused. Actually she was right. “So, what do
you
think should happen next?” He idly ran a hand over her hip.

She gasped, and he wondered if it was from what he asked or what he was doing. “Um, what was the point of tying her to the wall in the first place? Couldn’t he just have tied her to a seat or something?”

He tilted his head to one side as he considered his answer. “Yeah, but I thought it sexier to have him tie her to the wall. After all I’m trying to add some more eroticism into my stories. Okay, I’ll have him do this so he could keep an eye on her while he lifts off.” He continued to caress her side, enjoying her trembling as he did.

“So when he’s lifted off, what then?” She looked startled as he suddenly moved away and sat in a nearby chair.

“Stop looking surprised—I’m in the lift-off chair, having blasted off into space, taking you back to your erstwhile master, and I’ve just noticed how incredibly
beautiful
you are.”

She frowned, clearly not thinking he was talking about her but about the plot. Getting out of his chair, he moved slowly toward her, studying her body. He chuckled to himself—her bosom was beginning to heave like his original heroine did in the book that was panned
.
Hopefully not in terror, though.

“What are you going to do?”

Holding her around the waist firmly with both hands, he said huskily, “He has moved back to her to untie her, but as he does he is overcome with a desire to…” He paused holding her gaze. “…To touch her.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t?”

He smirked. “This is all in the name of research.”

“Matt!”

Keeping his eyes on hers, he then moved his hands up her trembling body to close over her breasts, squeezing them gently before rubbing his thumbs over her nipples which hardened instantly he touched them. He saw her eyes widen then darken with desire. Still caressing her he moved his head closer, capturing her lips with his, running a tongue along her crease, and thrusting into her mouth when she gasped. He stroked her tongue and slanted his head for a better angle.

It only lasted a few moments before he lifted his head, and grinning mischievously at her, he stepped back and untied her bonds. Her hands were trembling.

“So that’s what he does, but he is angry at himself for falling for her charms.” He paused to open his arms in query. “Will that work, do you think?”

She stood stunned.

“Lis?”

“Um, yeah, I’m sure it will.” Her voice was weak.

“Terrific, that will do for now. You’ve been such good help. I’ll call on you again, if you don’t mind?”

“Yeah, sure.” Following him stumblingly to the front door, she nearly forgot her bag until he thrust it into her arms.

* * * *

Matt leaned back against the door after he closed it and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He then grinned to himself and clenched a fist in triumph. His scheme had gone to plan. She hadn’t screamed and stormed off. He shrugged to himself—of course she had been tied up at the time, but he would wager she enjoyed it. Actually it had been fantastic to touch her, although he regretted he didn’t really get the chance to fondle her butt. Maybe he would next time. And it wasn’t such a bad story they had come up with. He might actually try plotting it out to see if it would work.

Chapter 4

Lissa raised a fist to knock at the door and then lowered it again. She was trembling. Taking a deep breath she took a moment to calm herself.

The last time she was here was an eye-opener. She had never expected Matt to kiss her, let alone touch her. She tingled remembering how he had fondled her breasts. She raised her hand again but to touch herself instead as she recalled how he had covered her breasts, his thumbs moving to caress her nipples. Enfolding her breast in her hand, she shuddered and then dropped her hand. The memory was making her too hot!

Before she lost her nerve, she quickly knocked.

She heard hurried footsteps, and then the door opened. “Hey, gorgeous, glad you’re here.” She cursed silently as she felt her face go red in response to the compliment. She smiled politely and followed him in.

Deciding to say something before they began, she quickly asked, “Are you sh–sure you wouldn’t like one of the other girls helping you out?” She didn’t really want him changing his mind and choosing one of the others, but she lacked confidence where he was concerned and was certain he only asked her because there was no one else.

Matt stopped suddenly and turned swiftly to look at her. “Hell, no. Of course, if you don’t want to do this…” He looked worried as his sentence trailed off.