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He moved her hands above her head and held her wrists with one hand as he repositioned himself to lay flat on top of her, with one hand helping to support his weight. As he ground his hips into hers again, Bella felt the beginning of his arousal and panicked again. He urged her, "Try to remember me. This will be so much more fun if you do."
Bella lay still and tried to make sense of what was happening to her. She was still confused about why this man looked vaguely familiar, but decided that there were bigger things to worry about at the moment. Top three on that list were how he got into her room, how he knew her name, and why he was so insistent that she remember him.
While her head knew that she needed some answers, she found herself getting lost in this man's eyes. He finally broke their eye contact and pulled back as though to take a better look at her face. She was just as he remembered her, soft subdued features, big expressive brown eyes, and lips that begged for something to do.
She watched as his eyes unfocused a bit, as though getting lost in his own thoughts. Bella decided that this was her chance to speak up.
"How do you know my name?" she asked quietly, not wanted to disturb him too much lest he resume what he started.
His eyes snapped back into focus and bore into hers. His mouth set in a hard line before he spoke. "Don't worry; I'll do my best to jog your memory. Let's see, we'll start as close to the beginning as we can from our current position."
Bella felt his hips move against hers again, and the realization of where he was probably intending to take this hit her full force. It was too much, and she broke down into tears.
His movements stopped as he whispered to himself, "No, this isn't how it's supposed to happen…"
He let go of her wrists and moved back to straddling her hips. When he spoke to her again, his voice was hard. "Don't try to get away. I don't want to restrain you, but I will if I have to."
"Will…will you answer my question?" Bella asked quietly, trying to stifle her sobs. When he didn't respond, she tried another question. "What's your name?"
She watched him get angry, then take a couple of calming breaths before opening his mouth to speak. "My name is irrelevant at this point. You'll figure it out…eventually. I'm not telling you shit."
Bella didn't miss the emphasis that he put on 'telling'. Given the circumstances, she was surprised at the slight tingle of lust that the implication brought her. He took that moment to stand, walk away from the bed, and sit in a nearby chair.
Bella sat up on the bed, took a deep breath, and opened her mouth to speak but decided to close it again instead. He was off of her, so this was a good time to let her brain catch up with the current situation. Bella realized that she must know this man from somewhere, so she took a better look at him. Sandy colored slightly wavy hair, well defined jaw line, lean build, and those sharp predatory eyes.
Those eyes that were staring at hers again; she felt her lust building. Maybe if she stared into them long enough she would find her answers. As she tried to find the bottom of those amber pools she felt herself lean forward, as those getting closer would help. She felt a slight ache in her core, and realized that she must know this man. The longer she stared into his eyes, the more she realized that it didn't matter.
She blinked and he was back on top of her, still holding her gaze. Before she could make sense of what she was thinking, feeling, his right hand gripped her hip and he ground into her once more. Her head fell back at the sensation it caused, and she suddenly couldn't recall why she was getting lost in this moment.
He growled, causing her to look at him again. "Don't do that again. Watch me."
She blinked and tried to push him off of her, but he caught her hands and pushed them back down onto the bed at her sides.
"I told you, don't try to get away. I will tie you up." He paused. "Just watch me."
Bella did as she was told, and looked him square in the eye. It was meant to be a defiant stare, but she found herself falling in the depths of his eyes. She felt him let go of her hands, but she didn't move them. She was lost.
Holding her gaze, he moved down her body and slowly pulled her pajama bottoms off of her. She felt his cold hands trailing down her legs as he went. When that task was complete, he pushed her tank top up around her neck, not willing to pull it over her head and break their eye contact. His hand grazed down her bare sides and came to rest on her hip again.
He took a breath and got himself under control. "Let me tell you how this is going to go. If you're a good girl, like I know you can be, I'll let you get off."
Bella watched as he moved down her body again, this time stopping with his face hovering just over her thighs.
He paused his movement. "Remember to watch me."
He pressed his nose to her center and inhaled. She saw his eyes darken slightly, but it only added to their intrigue. He pulled her panties down and tossed them to the floor before pressing his tongue into her folds. Bella moaned, but did not break eye contact.
He smirked and said, "Good girl."
The beautiful stranger dipped his head back to her center and took long slow laps until she was writhing beneath him. Then he replaced his mouth with 2 fingers, working them in and out of her at a medium tempo. When he felt her walls start to tighten, he stopped all motion and just waited.
Bella didn't disappoint. She panted, "Why did you stop?"
