Taken (Dark Grove Plantation) (4 page)

After what seemed an eternity of silence, Brandon stopped his car in front of a beautiful, sprawling
one-story house
.  It was a classically Southern home, all white
wooden
panels with a columned porch jutting out at the center.

Despite his harsh treatment of her in the playroom, he was the perfect gentleman, opening her car door for her and giving her his hand to help her out.  She didn’t take it.  And she wasn’t sure if it was because of her pride or because she wanted to incite him to some dominant action.

She squeaked in surprise when he scooped her up in his arms, sweeping her off her feet before heading up the walkway towards his front door.  Although the likelihood of any neighbors watching at this hour was slim, Ella could
n
’t help glancing around anxiously for any witnesses.

“I can walk on my own,” she huffed.

Brandon smiled down at her, a twisted grin.  “Forgetting the rules already are we, kitten?”
  He
tsked
at her
.  “You clearly need some lessons in obedience.”

At the word “obedience,” a little tremor ran through her and her nipples
pebbled against her
bra.
  Brandon hadn’t just cracked her armor; he had shattered it, laying the submissive within her bare, completely vulnerable to his ministrations.

He was carrying her over the threshold now, taking her into his darkened house.  He clearly knew his way around, but all she could see were vague shadows.  The feeling was extremely disconcerting.
  Then, mercifully, he flipped a light on, and she was momenta
rily blinded
as her eyes adjusted.  Blinking several times, the room began to materialize before her.
  They were in his bedroom, which was dominated by an enormous four-poster bed crafted of
wrought iron.  It had a dark, harsh beauty that appealed to Ella, and she found her mind wandering as she wondered what sorts
of restrain
t
s
the unyielding metal could withstand.

Brandon cut off her thoughts when he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed.  He was on her in an instant, his body weight pressing her down into the mattress.  He leaned down into her, and she knew what was coming.  She held a finger up to his lips.

“Yellow,” she said softly, letting him know that she was going to take a short break from his rules.  He froze immediately, looking down at her, lines of concern around his eyes.

“No kissing, please,” she said gently.  She didn’t want to connect with him so intimately, not after he had already taken over her mind so thoroughly; she didn’t think she could stand it if she allowed him even more power over her emotions.  This was only going to be for one night, after all.

He stared down at her for a moment, clearly perplexed.  Was that hurt in the depths of his eyes? 
Surely not.
  Then his expression cleared, the downturned corners of his mouth curling upward in an easy smile.  “Okay,” he agreed.  “No kissing.”

Ella nodded, letting him know that their break was over.

This time when he bent down, it was to brush his lips agai
nst her neck, just below her ear
.  His tongue traced down the length of her throat, making her shudder as pleasure spread from her neck to her sex, awakening her clit once again.
  Her passion suddenly aroused, she
instinctively wrapped
her arms around him, raking her nails down his back as she would normally do.

Brandon hissed in a breath and pulled away from her, his expression reproving.  He grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head, gripping them hard.
  He jerked her left arm
so
that it was extended diagonally outward from her body.  There was a clicking sound, and something cold encircled her wrist.  She craned her head back to see that he had bound her with a metal cuff that was attached to the bedpost by a short chain.  Before she could react, he did the same to her other arm, until she was spread for him.  With her legs trapped beneath him, she was utterly vulnerable.
  She jerked at the restraints, but she let out a small whine of frustration as the unyielding metal pulled painfully at her wrists.

Brandon grinned down at her evilly.  “I wouldn’t struggle if I were you,” he warned.  “You’ll only hurt yourself.  And we wouldn’t want that, would we? 
I’m
the one who’s supposed to hurt you.”
  He paused, cocking his head at her.  “And now I believe I owe you a punishment or three.”

Ella swallowed hard at his words and stilled, speared in place by his intense, possessive gaze.
  After a moment, he slid down her body, pausing when his face reached her sex.  She couldn’t help arching up into him, silently begging him to kiss her there.  But he just laughed and sat up, drawing away from her aching clit.

Gripping her thighs, Brandon harshly forced her legs apart, and, just as he had done with her arms, he fastened metal cuffs around her ankles.  She gingerly tugged against her bonds, testing them, but there was no give.  She was spread for him, her body his to use as he saw fit.  And the idea turned her on immensely.

Then he rolled off of her.  She hadn’t realized how much she relished his warm touch on her skin until it was denied her.

He rummaged in a drawer for a moment, his back to her.  When he turned, he was holding something small and black. 
Ella knew what it was instantly -
she had used them often
enough herself: a blindfold.  But no one had ever used one on her before.
  What would it be like to be deprived of her sight?

She didn’t have long to wonder, because he secured the elasticated cloth over her eyes within seconds.  Then she heard him walk away, his footsteps retreating.  She tugged at her restraints again, suddenly frightened.  Surely he wouldn’t leave her like this, leave her alone.

“Brandon?”
  She called his name
, her voice shaky.  There was no reply.  As she lay there, blinded, she found that all of her other senses were heightening, becoming more acute than ever before.  Her skin felt
so
alive
as the air rippled over her.  Goosebumps pebbled all over her as th
e hairs on the back of her ne
ck stood on end.  And she found that the tension of being made to wait, of being frightened at her predicament, was making her grow wet.

Then, with her
now-
keen hearing, she could hear him softly padding back into the room, his footsteps soft on the carpet, barely discernible.

Suddenly, there was something cold and smooth touching the underside of her breast, circling around it.  She cried out in shock at the abrupt sensation.  Whatever it was
was
turned on its end as he ran it
up
along her arm, the tip of it lightly scraping against her skin.
  The feeling was delicious, the sensation magnified by the fact that she was shrouded in darkness.

The device left her, and she was bereft of touch for a few moments.
  Then there was an odd pressu
re on the
nail of
her index finger, followed immediately by a clipping sound.

“What are you doi
ng?”  She asked, puzzled and more than
a little scared.

“Clipping your claws, kitten.
  You won’t be scratching me again now, will you?”

She now realized what the metal device had been: nail clippers. 
Ella made an indignant sound.  “You can’t!”  She exclaimed, trying to jerk her hand away.  But it was futile; she was held too tightly by the cuffs.

“
It seems
I can,” he said, amusement clear in his voice.  “Now I recommend you stop talking, or your punishment will only go on longer.”

Ella huffed angrily,
mortified
at what he was doing.
  But her pussy swelled, betraying her.

He took his time, each s
nick
of the clippers only making Ella blu
sh deeper, only making her core
pulse more painfully as she became more intensely aroused.
  When he had finally finished, he let her lie there in silence for long moments, leaving her wanting, wondering.  Then his fingers suddenly brushed at her inner thighs, swirling in the wetness there.  He groaned in masculine satisfaction.

“It seems my little kitten likes being humiliated.”

She whined, both at the words and at her intense need for his fingers to trace higher, to touch her where she desired it most…

His fingers were gone, and she w
as again left without
any contact.
  Then she sucked in a breath as she felt him roughly shove her bra up over her breasts, baring them to him.  T
here was a feather
-light touch
, spiraling slowly inward towards her nip
ples, teasing around them
.  Her hard peaks stood at attention, throbbing, begging to be touched.  She didn’t care if he pinched, bit,
tortured
the
m
; she just needed
some
sort of contact.  She writhed, trying desperately to rub herself against him.  But as soon as she did, he drew away from her again, chuckling softly.

Two
fingers
suddenly thrust into her
, sliding through her slick folds.  She nearly came just at that one touch.  But then he drew out of her immediately.  Ella whimpered as he denied her release.

That was when she realized, when she knew: this was her punishment.  Not pain, but relentless teasing, taking her to the edge and then denying her.
  And the sensations were made all the more visceral by her blindness.  She couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to come,” she admitted shakily.

Brandon
tutted
at her.
  “Is that any way to ask me for what you want?”  He said condescendingly.

Ella bit her lip for a moment, torn bet
ween pride and burning need.  As she hesitated, Brandon
gently touched the hollow of her throat before his hand closed around her delicate neck.  He didn’t apply pressure, but the message was clear: he could do anything he wanted to her.  Her body belonged to him.  It brought out a primal reaction in her, and she shuddered as the submis
sive that had been buried deep
within her came fully to the fore.

“Please,” she begged.  “Please, may I come?”

“Ask again,” he
ordered,
his tone low and rough.  “And address me as ‘Sir.’”
  His grip on her neck tightened ever so slightly, reinforcing his utter dominance of her body and mind.

“Please, may I come, Sir?”  It came out as a whisper, but there was no hesitation.

“Come for me,” he commanded, thrusting two fingers inside her.  He curled them forward, stroking her g-spot.  At the same time, he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing in a circular motion.

Ella screamed as she came, her inner muscles pulsing around his fingers, heightening the sensations.
  Everything was darkness, and all that existed was his touch, the ecstasy that he was wringing from her.
  But even when she came down, the last few shocks dissipating, he didn’t stop.  She was becoming too sensitive; his once bliss-inducing touch
now elicited
pain.

“Please,” she gasped out, trying to shift her hips away from him.  “I can’t take any more.”

“You can,” he growled.  “You will.”

She moaned at the eroticism of his words, at his commanding tone.
  She was helpless to resist him, and that knowledge caused her sex to come to life, pleasure blossoming in her once more.
  Her second orgasm shuddered through her, just as powerful as the first.  She jerked in her bonds, uncaring that the metal was biting into her skin with bruising force.

Before she could even come down off her high, she felt Brandon’s weight shift above her just before he entered her.  She could feel th
at
he was big, and she moaned
as his impressive length slid into her.
  He began to pump in and out of her, his pace relentless and unmerciful.

“You’re mine, kitten,” he ground out.  “Do you understand?  You belong to me.”

Ella shivered beneath him at the words, feeling that her soul was utterl
y laid bare for him.  “Yes,” she groaned
, acknowledging his ownership as he claimed her body.

At her capitulation, he couldn’t seem to hold back any longer.  He let out a moan even as a strangled cry escaped Ella.  They came together, both of them pushed over the edge by his possessive declaration.

As his hot seed spilled into her, Brandon collapsed atop her, breathing hard.  Ella reveled in the feeling of his masculine weight pressing her into the mattress.
  Utterly sated and satisfied, she fell into a deep sleep, Brandon still inside of her.