Nowhere To Run
Chapter Thirteen
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Thanks again, one and all, for reading and reviewing!! I took a couple of days off to refresh the creative juices. (Yeah me!!) I know this is a long story, so think of this chapter as a little cleansing of the palate between courses! ^_-
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Thursday morning -- 1:35AM -- A suburb of Chicago
Frank pulled into the driveway of the home which was substituting as a safe house for Kate. He had had every intention of returning to his own apartment when he left work, but as soon as he got in his car all he could think about was the kiss that she had laid on him just Wednesday morning. ** You're pathetic Donovan! It was just a kiss! You've had better! …………. Yeah right! So why can't you get this woman out of your head? ** He was angry with himself more than anything. He knew better than to get emotionally involved with anyone he was working with. Or at least he thought he'd known better. But here he was, head over heals just 5 days after meeting the woman. ** Has it really only been 5 days? ** He shook his head in disbelief. ** Maybe hell is a little colder tonight, ** he chuckled.
He sat in the darkened car after turning off the ignition. He was tired……exhausted actually. It had been a long day of speculation, information searches and dead ends. He felt like they were spinning their wheels again. Just like they had when they had initially tried to hunt Kate down. Before they found out the true story of what was going on. Part of him almost wished that the case had turned out to be a simple search for a wanted felon. But then if it had, he would never have Kate in his life. As complicated as their lives were, he didn't think he could trade what they had together for anything. ** And that, my friend, is why you dragged your tired ass over here in the dead of night! ** He sighed heavily, closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest. As he gathered what strength he had remaining to make the trek into the house, he thought back over the events of the day.
After the team had gotten over the initial shock of what they were actually up against, all three had jumped in feet first. Alex had volunteered to get in touch with some contacts she still had in the Attorney General's office. Monica and Cody had spent all afternoon digging up what they could on Senator John Michaelson, such as who he associated himself with, which lobbyists were bending his ear, who he had butted heads with in the past couple of years, and most importantly, who is enemies were. They also combed through financial records, looking for inconsistencies and any questionable transactions.
And as for Frank, he had spent the day getting in touch with the very short list of friends and contacts that he knew he could trust without question. Most had no information at all. Some were, understandably, afraid to talk. The Senator alone was a formidable man to deal with, but toss in a few hints about government conspiracy and even most hardened agent became a little squeamish. However, one longtime associate had agreed to tell Frank what he knew or suspected, but would only divulge that info if Frank agreed to meet with him in private the next morning. So the meeting was set for 11:00AM on Thursday morning at a neighborhood park. Secluded enough to insure privacy and out in the open enough that if anyone tried to used surveillance equipment, it would be nearly impossible to pick up anything audible.
Frank sighed again and thought about how the events of the last couple of days had led him down a path that he had always feared to tread. Of course throughout his career with several government agencies, he had always heard rumors about 'this agent' being on the take, or 'that official' being in so-and-so's pocket, but he had chosen to ignore whatever innuendos had been thrown about. He set about doing his job to the best of his ability and left the policing of the government to the capable hands of others. Now, after all this time in public service, Frank began to wonder if anyone ever HAD indeed been monitoring the actions of those in positions of power. He shuddered to think that the most powerful had been left to their own devices without a series of checks and balances. **Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Better not forget that! **
Frank looked at his watch again. It was now almost 2:00AM. ** Have I really been sitting here for almost a half hour? ** He shook himself out of his reverie and finally exited the vehicle. He approached the house with senses alert, searching for the unordinary. The house was completely dark, save for one small light that had been left on in the kitchen. He made his way around to the back of the house and quietly unlocked the backdoor and proceeded inside. He quickly resecured the door and turned off and reset the alarm. Once inside, he slowly edged his way toward where he remembered the stairs to be. He remembered telling Kate not to turn on any of the lights because they were on timers, and laughed when he thought that he'd likely break his fool neck tripping over something in the blackness. He soon found the foot of the stairs and cautiously made his way up to the second floor. He tried to remain as quiet as possible so that he wouldn't rouse her from sleep. Once up on the landing he proceeded to the door, which was partially open at the end of the hall.
Once inside the room, he had to let his eyes adjust to the almost complete darkness. He could barely make out her sleeping form on the bed and listened intently to the steady rhythm of her breathing. After a few moments, he felt he could see enough to undress and join her. As noiselessly as possible, he began to remove his clothes. His shoes and socks were the first to go, followed by his button down shirt and then his belt. Just as he had loosened the buckle on his belt, he turned toward the bed again. What he saw nearly stopped his heart. Even in the shadows that enveloped the room, he could plainly see her perched on the corner of the bed holding a gun directly pointed at his chest.
Frank froze, as he was not sure if she could see him clearly enough to know that it was him and not some intruder. It was also possible that she was still half asleep. Either way, he tried to remain as non-threatening as possible. As he slowly raised his hands in a supplicating gesture, he tried to calm his breathing. ** Nice and slow, Donovan. No quick or sudden gestures! This is one woman you DO NOT want to appear hostile to. ** The two remained stone still. Finally Kate broke the silence.
"Who said you could stop undressing?"
Frank's mouth dropped open. Of all the things that he could have ever imagined her saying, this was WAY at the bottom of the list. And it wasn't just what she had said, it had been the way she had said it. Her voice sounded peculiarly malevolent tinged with………….with…………desire? The combination proved to be wreaking havoc with his body. Just a few seconds before, he could think of nothing else than climbing into the bed next to her and sleeping for the next 20 or so hours. And now……….well, he still wanted to crawl into bed, but sleep was the last thing he had on his mind.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear Mr. Special Agent man. I want you to finish taking off the remaining articles left on your body……….now!" she demanded huskily.
Frank swallowed hard and starting to slowly remove the belt that he just finished unfastening. She still was aiming the gun directly at him, but he noticed, as much as he could in the dark room, that her eyes were wondering hungrily over his body. The helplessness of the situation partnered with the lustful glances that she was throwing his way were exciting him beyond belief. He couldn't remember a time when he had been so quickly aroused by any other woman or any other situation.
After finishing with the belt, he slowly began to unbutton the top of his slacks. Her eyes were riveted to that very spot. As he began lowering the zipper, he saw her tongue dart out to quickly lick her lips. The gesture nearly made him groan out loud. ** I don't think I'm going to survive this! ** His heart was nearly pounding in his chest and his breath was coming in quick gasps. After making quick work of the zipper, he slowly lowered the pants to the ground and stepped out of them. His one remaining piece of clothing was doing little to hide the evidence of his very apparent arousal. But before he could continue any further, she slowly unfolded herself from the bed and approached him like a panther stalking her prey.
She circled him slowly, still steadily clutching the gun that never swayed from him. As she reached the back of him, she reached out her free hand and lightly scraped her fingernails across his back. The maneuver nearly sent him over the edge. It took every bit of will that he possessed not to turn around and take her where she stood. And as she passed once again in front of him, she uttered just one word.
"Continue."
He took another shaky breath and brought his hands to the waistband of his boxers and devastatingly slowly peeled them from his now extremely rigid body. After he stepped out of them, he looked up to watch her leisurely examine his now completely naked body. Her eyes drank in every blessed inch of him, and through it all, he tried desperately to control his overwhelming desire.
She finally looked into his eyes, and motioned for him to approach the bed. He did as he was instructed and laid down on it without being instructed to do so. She remained where she stood for a moment longer and then gradually climbed onto the bed with him. He tentatively began to reach for her, but she immediately backed away and pointed the gun at him once more. Her intent was extremely clear. He was completely at her mercy and his body reacted instantaneously by tightening even more than he thought possible. He nearly growled in frustration.
When she was satisfied that he would stay put, she gingerly drew near him. She ran a hand leisurely up the inside of his leg, but stopped just shy of what Frank had hoped would be her destination. This time he did audibly groan and she smiled slightly at the tell-tale sign of his growing exasperation. Her hand then came to rest on his lower abdomen and he stilled completely. She couldn't even tell if he was breathing. She slowly stroked his skin in lazy circles. This seemed to have some sort of calming effect on him, and she definitely did not want him to calm down. So just as his eyes appeared to be closing, she softly took her finger and began to trace the slight line of hair that ran from his belly button southward. His eyes flew open immediately and she could swear she saw those same eyes, not 2 seconds later, nearly roll back in his head when she reached the curly hair around his proudly jutting manhood. It was at this moment that she noticed not only the death grip that he seemed to have on the sheets, but also, the way the tendons on his neck appeared to be so pronounced. ** The poor thing's frantically fighting for control! ** she amusedly thought.
While his eyes remained tightly shut, she surprised him even further by quickly straddling him. The movement caught him totally off guard, and he nearly jumped off of the bed. There were two things he noticed immediately after reopening his eyes. The first was that when she bent down, he could see down the front of the t-shirt she had chosen to sleep in. And second, somewhere along the line, she had put the gun down. He couldn't see where it was. For all he knew, it could be directly next to them on the bed. The real question was, did he care? After about a millisecond of reflection, he knew the answer was a resounding NO!
She gradually inched her way up his body until they were face to face. She lowered her head like she was about to kiss him, but stopped not a hair's breadth away. They could feel their breath fanning the other's face. She made not a move to get closer, nor did she make an effort to pull away, and stayed like that for a second longer before finally speaking in a barely audible whisper.
"Close your eyes."
He stared into her eyes and tried to imagine what she could possibly have in store for him now. He warred with himself about whether to obey and then slowly shut his eyes, deciding to give in to her every whim. He felt her reach for his hands one by one as she brought them to rest on the pillow above his head. It was then that she finally lowered her head and captured his lips in a mind numbing kiss. Her tongue expertly plundered his mouth and explored every inch. The invasion was unexpected and momentarily caught him off guard. But soon he was responding with a passion to match her own. He wanted desperately to take control of the situation and as he went to move his hands he felt her hands press against his forearms, effectively pinning them into place. He felt her move above him and heard a sound that he couldn't quite place, but at the moment he couldn't have cared less, for he was almost literally drowning in the sensations that she invoked.
There was something about that sound though, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it was important. But at this second, his mind was most DEFINITELY not the one in control. And as his body continued to react to her every move, to her taste, to the gentle pressure that her body straddled across him induced, suddenly his poor befuddled brain finally registered what the sound was. But it was a fraction of a second too late. He felt the cold steel quickly wrap around his wrists.
"Son of a bitch!!" he yelled as he frantically tried to pry his hands away from the headboard. She had handcuffed him to the slats of the bed frame. ** That's why she got up from the bed before and walked around you! Idiot!! She picked up the cuffs that you placed on top of the dresser. **
She leaned back from him momentarily, although she still sat with her legs on either side of him, and grinned mischievously at him. He suddenly was not amused.
"Take these off now!" he growled at her through clenched teeth.
"Take off what?" she answered playfully.
"You know damned well what! Take them off!"
"Ahhhh………..you mean I should take off the rest of MY clothes?" she questioned, trying to plaster an innocent look on her face.
Frank closed his eyes and tried to regain some semblance of his composure. When he opened them again, he hoped that this time, he could calmly persuade her to release him.
"Katie………please remove the handcuffs."
"Ohhh……..the handcuffs," she answered in a tone of voice that made it sound like she had just figured out a difficult puzzle. She looked at him pensively as if truly considering his request and then added, "No………I don't think so."
"Katie!" he nearly bellowed again.
"Answer one question for me, Frank Donovan. Do you REALLY want me to release you?" she asked in her most seductive voice. A voice dripping with the promise of sexual and sensual pleasure beyond compare.
Frank had started to open his mouth to answer, but quickly found no words to respond to her question. When she initially slapped the cuffs on his wrists, he saw the playful twinkle in her eye and thought that the seduction game she had been playing was nothing but a prelude to a very elaborate practical joke. But now……..her words were saturated with heated desire and his body was quickly reacting to the promise of the exquisite torture she had in store for him. ** Jesus! She can get me hotter quicker than any woman I've ever been with in my life! **
"Let me spell it out for you," she started. "You're a man who's always in control. In your job. In your personal life. Everywhere you go. Perfect control." As she spoke, she began to gently caress his bare chest and absently ran her fingertips across his nipples eliciting a quick intake of breath.
"What would it feel like, to have absolutely……"
She lowered her head and ran her soft tongue over the same nipple that she had been teasing just a second before, and in response, he couldn't contain the groan that escaped his lips.
"…………no control………."
She continued to tease him with her tongue and lips as she slowly worked her way up to the hollow of his neck. His breath was now rapid and shallow and he could feel his blood rushing thunderously in his ears.
"………..over anything………."
As she nipped and licked his neck and shoulder, Frank was rapidly loosing control, and he wasn't sure how much more of this he could stand.
"………….that's happening to your body."
The last words were spoken as soft as a breathless whisper in the shell of his ear just a fraction of a second before her lips and teeth captured a luscious earlobe.
"Katie………please," was all he could manage to mutter with a shaking breath.
She raised her head barely to look at him and brushed her lips teasingly against his own, only pulling back when he actually made a move to taste her lips.
"Please what, Frank? Tell me what you want," she asked in a soft voice. As she asked the question, she captured his face with her hands. She gazed intently into his eyes and then kissed him again, but not with the same passionate ferocity that she had used before. No, this time her kiss promised all the sensual delight that he could ever imagine. Her moist lips were soft and moved easily over his own. Her tongue caressed his lips as her teeth nipped at the corners of his mouth. With this simple kiss, he gave himself over to her. He was totally and hopelessly drowning in her, body and soul.
She again raised herself to look down at him and once more she asked, "What do want, Frank? You have to tell me what you REALLY want."
Frank was inundated with the sight, the taste, the smell and the feel of her. And he felt like he was drowning and he didn't want to be saved. Not now. Not ever.
He gazed into her eyes for what seemed like forever and finally said, "I want you."
She seemed almost startled by his answer. She had expected for him to either demand again that he be released (which she would have done), or to ask to have the torture stop and bring about yet another type of release (which she also would have gladly done). What she hadn't expected was the intensity of the emotion that she could clearly see in his eyes even in the dim moonlight filtering through the window.
She considered what he had said for a moment longer and then sat up enough to reach over to the bedside table. She picked up the key and reached up to free his hands from the headboard.
He lowered his hands and glided them lightly up her arms before finally bringing them up to frame her face. His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks and all the while, he never broke eye contact with her. She shivered slightly at his touch and hadn't considered until that moment how much she had missed the feel of his hands on her. She truly believed that her body craved his touch as much as it needed to breath.
"Tell me what you want. You have to tell me what YOU really want," he questioned softly.
At that moment, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted this man in her life. Now and forever. A future without him was unthinkable to her. **How did I ever survive alone without having him in my life? ** Every other remnant of her existence was either gone or in shambles. He was the one thing that she could cling to. The only thing she needed to remain alive.
"I want you to make love to me," she finally answered with a slight hitch in her voice, suddenly overcome with emotion.
He smiled softly and said, "My pleasure."
And with that he rolled her over so that she was pinned underneath him. He kissed her long and deep and took possession of her body as he took possession of her soul.
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Chapter Thirteen
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Thanks again, one and all, for reading and reviewing!! I took a couple of days off to refresh the creative juices. (Yeah me!!) I know this is a long story, so think of this chapter as a little cleansing of the palate between courses! ^_-
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Thursday morning -- 1:35AM -- A suburb of Chicago
Frank pulled into the driveway of the home which was substituting as a safe house for Kate. He had had every intention of returning to his own apartment when he left work, but as soon as he got in his car all he could think about was the kiss that she had laid on him just Wednesday morning. ** You're pathetic Donovan! It was just a kiss! You've had better! …………. Yeah right! So why can't you get this woman out of your head? ** He was angry with himself more than anything. He knew better than to get emotionally involved with anyone he was working with. Or at least he thought he'd known better. But here he was, head over heals just 5 days after meeting the woman. ** Has it really only been 5 days? ** He shook his head in disbelief. ** Maybe hell is a little colder tonight, ** he chuckled.
He sat in the darkened car after turning off the ignition. He was tired……exhausted actually. It had been a long day of speculation, information searches and dead ends. He felt like they were spinning their wheels again. Just like they had when they had initially tried to hunt Kate down. Before they found out the true story of what was going on. Part of him almost wished that the case had turned out to be a simple search for a wanted felon. But then if it had, he would never have Kate in his life. As complicated as their lives were, he didn't think he could trade what they had together for anything. ** And that, my friend, is why you dragged your tired ass over here in the dead of night! ** He sighed heavily, closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest. As he gathered what strength he had remaining to make the trek into the house, he thought back over the events of the day.
After the team had gotten over the initial shock of what they were actually up against, all three had jumped in feet first. Alex had volunteered to get in touch with some contacts she still had in the Attorney General's office. Monica and Cody had spent all afternoon digging up what they could on Senator John Michaelson, such as who he associated himself with, which lobbyists were bending his ear, who he had butted heads with in the past couple of years, and most importantly, who is enemies were. They also combed through financial records, looking for inconsistencies and any questionable transactions.
And as for Frank, he had spent the day getting in touch with the very short list of friends and contacts that he knew he could trust without question. Most had no information at all. Some were, understandably, afraid to talk. The Senator alone was a formidable man to deal with, but toss in a few hints about government conspiracy and even most hardened agent became a little squeamish. However, one longtime associate had agreed to tell Frank what he knew or suspected, but would only divulge that info if Frank agreed to meet with him in private the next morning. So the meeting was set for 11:00AM on Thursday morning at a neighborhood park. Secluded enough to insure privacy and out in the open enough that if anyone tried to used surveillance equipment, it would be nearly impossible to pick up anything audible.
Frank sighed again and thought about how the events of the last couple of days had led him down a path that he had always feared to tread. Of course throughout his career with several government agencies, he had always heard rumors about 'this agent' being on the take, or 'that official' being in so-and-so's pocket, but he had chosen to ignore whatever innuendos had been thrown about. He set about doing his job to the best of his ability and left the policing of the government to the capable hands of others. Now, after all this time in public service, Frank began to wonder if anyone ever HAD indeed been monitoring the actions of those in positions of power. He shuddered to think that the most powerful had been left to their own devices without a series of checks and balances. **Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Better not forget that! **
Frank looked at his watch again. It was now almost 2:00AM. ** Have I really been sitting here for almost a half hour? ** He shook himself out of his reverie and finally exited the vehicle. He approached the house with senses alert, searching for the unordinary. The house was completely dark, save for one small light that had been left on in the kitchen. He made his way around to the back of the house and quietly unlocked the backdoor and proceeded inside. He quickly resecured the door and turned off and reset the alarm. Once inside, he slowly edged his way toward where he remembered the stairs to be. He remembered telling Kate not to turn on any of the lights because they were on timers, and laughed when he thought that he'd likely break his fool neck tripping over something in the blackness. He soon found the foot of the stairs and cautiously made his way up to the second floor. He tried to remain as quiet as possible so that he wouldn't rouse her from sleep. Once up on the landing he proceeded to the door, which was partially open at the end of the hall.
Once inside the room, he had to let his eyes adjust to the almost complete darkness. He could barely make out her sleeping form on the bed and listened intently to the steady rhythm of her breathing. After a few moments, he felt he could see enough to undress and join her. As noiselessly as possible, he began to remove his clothes. His shoes and socks were the first to go, followed by his button down shirt and then his belt. Just as he had loosened the buckle on his belt, he turned toward the bed again. What he saw nearly stopped his heart. Even in the shadows that enveloped the room, he could plainly see her perched on the corner of the bed holding a gun directly pointed at his chest.
Frank froze, as he was not sure if she could see him clearly enough to know that it was him and not some intruder. It was also possible that she was still half asleep. Either way, he tried to remain as non-threatening as possible. As he slowly raised his hands in a supplicating gesture, he tried to calm his breathing. ** Nice and slow, Donovan. No quick or sudden gestures! This is one woman you DO NOT want to appear hostile to. ** The two remained stone still. Finally Kate broke the silence.
"Who said you could stop undressing?"
Frank's mouth dropped open. Of all the things that he could have ever imagined her saying, this was WAY at the bottom of the list. And it wasn't just what she had said, it had been the way she had said it. Her voice sounded peculiarly malevolent tinged with………….with…………desire? The combination proved to be wreaking havoc with his body. Just a few seconds before, he could think of nothing else than climbing into the bed next to her and sleeping for the next 20 or so hours. And now……….well, he still wanted to crawl into bed, but sleep was the last thing he had on his mind.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear Mr. Special Agent man. I want you to finish taking off the remaining articles left on your body……….now!" she demanded huskily.
Frank swallowed hard and starting to slowly remove the belt that he just finished unfastening. She still was aiming the gun directly at him, but he noticed, as much as he could in the dark room, that her eyes were wondering hungrily over his body. The helplessness of the situation partnered with the lustful glances that she was throwing his way were exciting him beyond belief. He couldn't remember a time when he had been so quickly aroused by any other woman or any other situation.
After finishing with the belt, he slowly began to unbutton the top of his slacks. Her eyes were riveted to that very spot. As he began lowering the zipper, he saw her tongue dart out to quickly lick her lips. The gesture nearly made him groan out loud. ** I don't think I'm going to survive this! ** His heart was nearly pounding in his chest and his breath was coming in quick gasps. After making quick work of the zipper, he slowly lowered the pants to the ground and stepped out of them. His one remaining piece of clothing was doing little to hide the evidence of his very apparent arousal. But before he could continue any further, she slowly unfolded herself from the bed and approached him like a panther stalking her prey.
She circled him slowly, still steadily clutching the gun that never swayed from him. As she reached the back of him, she reached out her free hand and lightly scraped her fingernails across his back. The maneuver nearly sent him over the edge. It took every bit of will that he possessed not to turn around and take her where she stood. And as she passed once again in front of him, she uttered just one word.
"Continue."
He took another shaky breath and brought his hands to the waistband of his boxers and devastatingly slowly peeled them from his now extremely rigid body. After he stepped out of them, he looked up to watch her leisurely examine his now completely naked body. Her eyes drank in every blessed inch of him, and through it all, he tried desperately to control his overwhelming desire.
She finally looked into his eyes, and motioned for him to approach the bed. He did as he was instructed and laid down on it without being instructed to do so. She remained where she stood for a moment longer and then gradually climbed onto the bed with him. He tentatively began to reach for her, but she immediately backed away and pointed the gun at him once more. Her intent was extremely clear. He was completely at her mercy and his body reacted instantaneously by tightening even more than he thought possible. He nearly growled in frustration.
When she was satisfied that he would stay put, she gingerly drew near him. She ran a hand leisurely up the inside of his leg, but stopped just shy of what Frank had hoped would be her destination. This time he did audibly groan and she smiled slightly at the tell-tale sign of his growing exasperation. Her hand then came to rest on his lower abdomen and he stilled completely. She couldn't even tell if he was breathing. She slowly stroked his skin in lazy circles. This seemed to have some sort of calming effect on him, and she definitely did not want him to calm down. So just as his eyes appeared to be closing, she softly took her finger and began to trace the slight line of hair that ran from his belly button southward. His eyes flew open immediately and she could swear she saw those same eyes, not 2 seconds later, nearly roll back in his head when she reached the curly hair around his proudly jutting manhood. It was at this moment that she noticed not only the death grip that he seemed to have on the sheets, but also, the way the tendons on his neck appeared to be so pronounced. ** The poor thing's frantically fighting for control! ** she amusedly thought.
While his eyes remained tightly shut, she surprised him even further by quickly straddling him. The movement caught him totally off guard, and he nearly jumped off of the bed. There were two things he noticed immediately after reopening his eyes. The first was that when she bent down, he could see down the front of the t-shirt she had chosen to sleep in. And second, somewhere along the line, she had put the gun down. He couldn't see where it was. For all he knew, it could be directly next to them on the bed. The real question was, did he care? After about a millisecond of reflection, he knew the answer was a resounding NO!
She gradually inched her way up his body until they were face to face. She lowered her head like she was about to kiss him, but stopped not a hair's breadth away. They could feel their breath fanning the other's face. She made not a move to get closer, nor did she make an effort to pull away, and stayed like that for a second longer before finally speaking in a barely audible whisper.
"Close your eyes."
He stared into her eyes and tried to imagine what she could possibly have in store for him now. He warred with himself about whether to obey and then slowly shut his eyes, deciding to give in to her every whim. He felt her reach for his hands one by one as she brought them to rest on the pillow above his head. It was then that she finally lowered her head and captured his lips in a mind numbing kiss. Her tongue expertly plundered his mouth and explored every inch. The invasion was unexpected and momentarily caught him off guard. But soon he was responding with a passion to match her own. He wanted desperately to take control of the situation and as he went to move his hands he felt her hands press against his forearms, effectively pinning them into place. He felt her move above him and heard a sound that he couldn't quite place, but at the moment he couldn't have cared less, for he was almost literally drowning in the sensations that she invoked.
There was something about that sound though, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it was important. But at this second, his mind was most DEFINITELY not the one in control. And as his body continued to react to her every move, to her taste, to the gentle pressure that her body straddled across him induced, suddenly his poor befuddled brain finally registered what the sound was. But it was a fraction of a second too late. He felt the cold steel quickly wrap around his wrists.
"Son of a bitch!!" he yelled as he frantically tried to pry his hands away from the headboard. She had handcuffed him to the slats of the bed frame. ** That's why she got up from the bed before and walked around you! Idiot!! She picked up the cuffs that you placed on top of the dresser. **
She leaned back from him momentarily, although she still sat with her legs on either side of him, and grinned mischievously at him. He suddenly was not amused.
"Take these off now!" he growled at her through clenched teeth.
"Take off what?" she answered playfully.
"You know damned well what! Take them off!"
"Ahhhh………..you mean I should take off the rest of MY clothes?" she questioned, trying to plaster an innocent look on her face.
Frank closed his eyes and tried to regain some semblance of his composure. When he opened them again, he hoped that this time, he could calmly persuade her to release him.
"Katie………please remove the handcuffs."
"Ohhh……..the handcuffs," she answered in a tone of voice that made it sound like she had just figured out a difficult puzzle. She looked at him pensively as if truly considering his request and then added, "No………I don't think so."
"Katie!" he nearly bellowed again.
"Answer one question for me, Frank Donovan. Do you REALLY want me to release you?" she asked in her most seductive voice. A voice dripping with the promise of sexual and sensual pleasure beyond compare.
Frank had started to open his mouth to answer, but quickly found no words to respond to her question. When she initially slapped the cuffs on his wrists, he saw the playful twinkle in her eye and thought that the seduction game she had been playing was nothing but a prelude to a very elaborate practical joke. But now……..her words were saturated with heated desire and his body was quickly reacting to the promise of the exquisite torture she had in store for him. ** Jesus! She can get me hotter quicker than any woman I've ever been with in my life! **
"Let me spell it out for you," she started. "You're a man who's always in control. In your job. In your personal life. Everywhere you go. Perfect control." As she spoke, she began to gently caress his bare chest and absently ran her fingertips across his nipples eliciting a quick intake of breath.
"What would it feel like, to have absolutely……"
She lowered her head and ran her soft tongue over the same nipple that she had been teasing just a second before, and in response, he couldn't contain the groan that escaped his lips.
"…………no control………."
She continued to tease him with her tongue and lips as she slowly worked her way up to the hollow of his neck. His breath was now rapid and shallow and he could feel his blood rushing thunderously in his ears.
"………..over anything………."
As she nipped and licked his neck and shoulder, Frank was rapidly loosing control, and he wasn't sure how much more of this he could stand.
"………….that's happening to your body."
The last words were spoken as soft as a breathless whisper in the shell of his ear just a fraction of a second before her lips and teeth captured a luscious earlobe.
"Katie………please," was all he could manage to mutter with a shaking breath.
She raised her head barely to look at him and brushed her lips teasingly against his own, only pulling back when he actually made a move to taste her lips.
"Please what, Frank? Tell me what you want," she asked in a soft voice. As she asked the question, she captured his face with her hands. She gazed intently into his eyes and then kissed him again, but not with the same passionate ferocity that she had used before. No, this time her kiss promised all the sensual delight that he could ever imagine. Her moist lips were soft and moved easily over his own. Her tongue caressed his lips as her teeth nipped at the corners of his mouth. With this simple kiss, he gave himself over to her. He was totally and hopelessly drowning in her, body and soul.
She again raised herself to look down at him and once more she asked, "What do want, Frank? You have to tell me what you REALLY want."
Frank was inundated with the sight, the taste, the smell and the feel of her. And he felt like he was drowning and he didn't want to be saved. Not now. Not ever.
He gazed into her eyes for what seemed like forever and finally said, "I want you."
She seemed almost startled by his answer. She had expected for him to either demand again that he be released (which she would have done), or to ask to have the torture stop and bring about yet another type of release (which she also would have gladly done). What she hadn't expected was the intensity of the emotion that she could clearly see in his eyes even in the dim moonlight filtering through the window.
She considered what he had said for a moment longer and then sat up enough to reach over to the bedside table. She picked up the key and reached up to free his hands from the headboard.
He lowered his hands and glided them lightly up her arms before finally bringing them up to frame her face. His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks and all the while, he never broke eye contact with her. She shivered slightly at his touch and hadn't considered until that moment how much she had missed the feel of his hands on her. She truly believed that her body craved his touch as much as it needed to breath.
"Tell me what you want. You have to tell me what YOU really want," he questioned softly.
At that moment, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted this man in her life. Now and forever. A future without him was unthinkable to her. **How did I ever survive alone without having him in my life? ** Every other remnant of her existence was either gone or in shambles. He was the one thing that she could cling to. The only thing she needed to remain alive.
"I want you to make love to me," she finally answered with a slight hitch in her voice, suddenly overcome with emotion.
He smiled softly and said, "My pleasure."
And with that he rolled her over so that she was pinned underneath him. He kissed her long and deep and took possession of her body as he took possession of her soul.
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