35. Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Ethan

Kayla watches me with wide eyes, and I wonder if I haven't gone too far. She hinted at wanting to play out some sexual fantasies about being kidnapped, but how am I supposed to know what she wants and what is too much?

I've never as much as spanked a partner during sex. Or restrained them.

Kayla was the first, and I can already see that I fucked up with the handcuffs because there are bruises forming around her wrists. I'll need to use something softer next time. If there is a next time.

I've intentionally avoided these kinks. Not because the thought of having a tied-up woman to play with as I please doesn't excite me, but because it excites me too much.

I've always been afraid that I would take it too far. That the darkness inside me would take over, and I'd do something terrible, something I'd regret for the rest of my life. After all, I torture and kill people without a shred of remorse. What if that part of me surfaces when I'm with a woman? With Kayla?

Then again, the darkness inside me doesn't seem to want to hurt Kayla. It never has, not even at my lowest, when I was completely unhinged from the Oberman mess. Back then, I was barely in control of myself and yet, I never even thought of hurting her. I took without asking, but even that I did carefully, making sure she wouldn't be hurt.

Maybe I could give Kayla what she wants and enjoy myself in the process. I just have to be careful not to step over the line. Which is damn hard when I don't know where that line is.

"P-punish?" she squeaks, her eyes wide as saucers. "But…but I didn't do anything. I just went to a bar with my coworkers. You can't punish me for that."

Right. That was clearly the wrong thing to say. Letting go of Kayla's hair, I crouch in front of her. "I'm sorry, I didn't—" I start, but she puts her finger to my mouth.

"Hold that thought, big guy," she says, rubbing her forehead. "I think we're going to need a safeword or something, because I want to be able to say no without you stopping and apologizing."

I blink. Then blink again. I know what she's saying. I know what she wants. And damn, I want it too, but the fear lingers. What if I snap and hurt her? What if I like it too much? What if she begs me to stop and all I can think about is my victims, about the way they begged me to spare their lives just before the paralytic took hold?

Damn, what if I'm too messed up for this?

Ultimately, it doesn't matter. Kayla wants this, and I'll give it to her. I just have to hope it doesn't break one of the few things inside my mind that aren't already broken. "Okay."

Kayla cocks her head, watching me intently. "Or not," she says. "We can just have normal sex if that's what you want. Honestly, I'm down for anything that puts your cock inside me."

"It's fine, Kayla. If you want to play this game, we'll play. I'll do whatever you want."

Instead of smiling at me like I expected, Kayla scowls. "No. That is not how things work between consenting adults, Ethan. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, or you're just not into it, we won't do it. I don't want to hurt you."

I stare at her with my mouth agape. " You don't want to hurt me ?" Seriously, this woman! "Kayla, it's me who's worried about hurting you. You think I don't want to bend you over this table and fuck you until you scream? You think I wouldn't enjoy the sight of you on your knees in front of me, with your hands tied behind your back and your sassy mouth full of my cock? That I don't want to throw you over my shoulder, drag you into my evil lair, and chain you to a wall so that you could never leave?"

Her breath quickens as I speak, her tongue darting out of her mouth to wet her lips. "Please." The word is nothing but a shaky whisper, barely audible. She clenches her thighs together, a tiny whimper escaping her. "I want that, Ethan. I want all of that."

A groan crawls out of my throat. Is she for real?

I lean closer, grabbing her hair again. I've never tried BDSM before, but that doesn't mean I'm clueless. "Red and yellow," I say, my voice rough. "You're familiar with those?"

"Y-yes."

"Swear you'll use them, Kayla. Swear it or I won't do anything."

Her throat bobs as she swallows, the motion captivating. I let go of her hair and place my hand around her throat instead. Kayla whimpers again, leaning into my touch. "I swear," she says. "Can I fight you?"

The question sends a zing of excitement through my body. "You want to fight me, little bunny?" I squeeze her throat a little tighter, not restricting her airflow yet, just letting her know I'm in control. Her pulse thrums beneath my fingertips, the feeling intoxicating. "You want to run? You want me to hunt you down? Because I will. I will always catch you, bunny. You can never escape me."

I'm not saying it just to feed her fantasy. It's all true. If she wants to leave, I'll let her, but I'll never stop watching her. Protecting her. Stalking every step she makes for as long as I live.

Kayla knows it's not a game, but instead of scaring her, it arouses her even further. Shifting in her chair, she rubs her thighs together. My already hard cock strains against the fabric of my sweatpants, a wet spot forming where it's leaking pre-cum.

I stand up, pulling her up to her feet with a firm grip on her throat. She grabs my forearm but doesn't try to push me away. Yet. I can see the spark in her eyes, though. She's not planning to be a good girl.

I push the empty plates to a safe distance, then trap Kayla against the table. "Now, I'll bend you over this table and spank your beautiful ass to punish you for costing me the damn trophy. Will you take it like a good girl or will I have to…restrain you?"

Pure lust flashes through her expression. "Fuck you!" she shouts and shoves against my chest. Even though I've been expecting it, I stumble far enough back for her to sneak under my arm and bolt for the door.

She's stronger than she looks. A nefarious grin stretches the corners of my mouth. This will be fun.

Since Kayla's running toward the back door, which I know for sure is locked, I let her be for a moment and detour to my bedroom. After gathering sashes from two bathrobes and one of my leather belts, I return to the hallway and begin the search for my escaped bunny.

The house is eerily quiet, but I know she's still here. Knowing how easy it is to invade someone's home, I lock everything. The doors require my fingerprint, and the windows have a safety latch that Kayla wouldn't know how to open. She can't get out of the house unless she breaks a window, and I don't think she'd take the game that far. Besides, I would have heard her breaking anything, and after the initial flurry of footsteps, she's kept quiet. She must be hiding somewhere, hoping to make a run for the front door once I pass by. Or perhaps to whack me with some improvised weapon. I have to be careful. My bunny has teeth, and she's not afraid to use them.

Adrenaline floods my veins as I let the excitement of the hunt take over. "Come out, little bunny," I call out. "You're just making it worse for yourself, giving me time to come up with all kinds of terrible punishments. Right now, I'm thinking I'll tie you up so that you can't move an inch, and then I'll lick your pussy until you're almost there. And just as you teeter on that edge, I'll stop. And I'll do it over and over until you beg me for forgiveness. How does that sound, bunny?"

A sharp inhale from my right betrays Kayla's position. She's hiding in the laundry room. I could easily corner her there, but I don't want the chase to end just yet, so I continue until I'm at the back door. I test the knob, nodding when it won't turn. "There's nowhere for you to go, Kayla. And you've been a very bad girl."

My grin widens when I hear a muffled whimper. Just as I reach for the laundry room door, it slams open, and Kayla darts out, away from me. I laugh as I catch up with her in two long strides.

"No!" she shrieks out as I grab her, pinning her arms to her sides. "Let me go!"

Her words have an edge of fear to them, but mostly, I hear her excitement. The way she rubs her ass against my groin as she struggles makes me moan in pleasure bordering on pain. Fuck, I need to be inside her!

Kayla tries to stomp on my foot, but her sock-covered feet do little damage. I do grunt when her heel connects with my shin, though, and I decide it's time to end this part of the game before one of us gets hurt for real.

I drag her to my bedroom, shamelessly manhandling her since she seems to be enjoying it. She squeals out when I toss her on the bed, immediately scrambling to get up, but I sit on the backs of her thighs, pinning her in place.

The improvised bondage equipment I've gathered earlier still hangs over my shoulder, and I grab one bathrobe sash to tie her wrists. Kayla struggles against me as I try to bring her hands behind her back. Were she one of my victims, I'd simply overpower her, twisting her arm to a painful angle until she'd stop fighting me. But even overwhelmed by the thrill of the hunt, no part of me wants to cause her pain, so I just grab her wrists, gently tug on them to indicate what I want her to do, and wait.

Kayla writhes and curses, but I don't miss how she subtly rocks her hips, trying to rub her pussy against the comforter. She's as aroused as I am, if not more.

"Give it up, bunny," I whisper into her ear before nipping at her earlobe. "You can fight me, but you can't win. There's nowhere to run. No escape. You're mine, and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you."

It's easy to find the right words. I know what she wants, and my entire being craves pleasing her. Besides, I fucking love it too.

I've been afraid of the darkness surfacing when I let my more primal instincts take over, but it seems content to just linger in the back of my mind, feeding off Kayla's fearful gasps and whimpers. The rest of me relishes in the little moans of pleasure she tries to hide as she fights me.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

With that thought, I truly lean into my role. She yelps out when my palm lands on her ass. Her leggings dull the strike, robbing me of that smacking sound I crave. I'll have to take them off, but not before I tie her up. The time for fighting is over. Now it's time for her punishment and for me to feast on her pussy.

I pause for a few seconds to give her a chance to use her safeword, but she kicks up her feet instead, trying to hit me. "Still fighting, bunny?" I growl, bringing my hand to her other ass cheek.

"Ah!" The sound is half a cry of pain, half a moan of pleasure, and it goes straight to my cock.

Needing to hear it again, I add a few more light strikes until she finally stops struggling. "Alright!" she cries out. "Fine! You win, you big fucker!" Relaxing her arms, she lets me join her wrists behind her back and tie them with the soft sash. I take great care not to make it too tight, mindful of her already bruised wrists.

She tugs on her restraints, a breathless moan escaping her when they hold tight. Her hips undulate under me as she once again tries to get some friction.

I chuckle. "You're one needy little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I am. Oh, Ethan, please. Just fuck me already!"

I'm tempted to do just that, but Kayla wanted to play a game, so we're going to play a game. "Fuck you already?" I let out a sinister laugh. "Oh no, bunny. We're just getting started."