Free Web NovelChapter 65: Chapter 65 The Sex Slave 4
The shirt that he had placed around her shoulders was large and draped across some of the front of her body, but not all of it. The inner part of her breasts was exposed. The erotic feel of his skin touching the sensitive area of her chest was exciting but the beat of his heart increasing was more so.
"I’m sorry," she whispered against him, "I don’t know what happened to me." She pulled back and met his eyes.
She had to look up a fair amount as he was much taller than she and that seemed to be so much more as she was close to him. She saw him look down at her, his eyes taking in the tearstained cheeks, the still swollen mouth and the pain in her eyes.
Although pain was clearly evident, Matthew could also see desire. She wanted him and that thought made him happy.
He didn’t know why, but at this moment in time he wasn’t concerned about having his way with her, he just wanted to find her problem and solve it. He still intended to have an immensely pleasurable night with her, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate fully if she was upset.
Matthew reached out and helped her to put her arms in the shirt sleeves and he walked with his arm on her elbow to the bed. She was reluctant but went as his grip tightened on her skin. He sat down and indicated the spot beside him. She didn’t move.
"Come on," he said softly. "I’m not going to fuck you. I want to talk to you about why you’re upset."
She couldn’t believe this. This man had had her tied up, he had then tempted her, threatened her, kissed her, hugged her and now he wanted to talk.
"Why?" she asked, her arms wrapped around herself. "Why?" she repeated. "Shouldn’t you just get on with whatever it was you had planned for me?"
Her tone wasn’t loud or angry, but he could tell it was bitter. He only wanted to talk to her.
"I only want to help you," he told her. freёwebnovel.com
"Help me?" she boomed. She turned and began pacing the tent, her arms flailing in all directions as she spoke, her voice becoming emotional. "You want to help me?" he nodded. "Help me into bed you mean!" ƒrēewebnovel.com
She turned and walked away again, keeping her back turned. He came up behind her and still keeping his distance he spoke softly, "You know I don’t mean it like that. If I did, don’t you think I would have done it already?" he waited for a response, "So, is there anything I could do for you?"
"The thing you could do to help me is just... just..." she couldn’t think of how he could help her. If he fucked her then Jimmy would come in the morning and take her away, and if he didn’t the same would still happen. If he helped her escape then both their lives would be in danger. She was so confused.
Now she was angry. All this being soft, soothing and caring was most likely just his way to get her into bed with him. So she liked him, he was an attractive man and he wasn’t the first of her clients that she had thought that if they’d met under different circumstances then maybe they could have had a relationship.
She turned on him. "Why are you doing this? You’re making things complicated." She released the shirt and pushed her hair back from her face. He looked down at the line of flesh revealed where the shirt lapels had fallen apart. "Why can’t you just act as if I never started to cry? As if you still wanted me."
He stood up. "Believe me, I still want you," was his reply. "But it’s not easy to seduce someone when they’re crying." He looked up at her face, "Especially as I don’t know if it were I that hurt you," he brushed away a fresh tear, "if it was me who made you cry." He searched her eyes, "Believe me, I would never ever hurt you intentionally."
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, drew his head toward her and began to kiss him. He obliged by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him, fitting her body firmly against his.
He moaned against her lips as she kissed him using all her knowledge and power to do so. He opened his lips as her tongue sought his mouth. She found his tongue ready to dance with hers in a mating ritual that was so sweet and full of pleasure.
He cupped her bottom with his hands, drawing her to him again. She felt his erection pressing against her and knew that he did still want her. "Was it me who hurt you?" he looked into her eyes as he spoke.
"No," she whispered. "Tonight, all you’ve done is give me pleasure."
Hearing her confess that turned him on even more. He moved his mouth across her throat and down, past her shoulders to the revealed skin of her breasts. Pushing the shirt away, he held the silken weight of her breasts in his hands. He heard her sharp intake of breath and his tongue poked out and traced the line of one rosy peak.
"Do you like that?" he asked her, stroking one hand down to tangle in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. "And that?" he asked, his hand pressing against her warm, slick mound.
She clung to him; it was all she could do. "Yes," she whispered, over and over while he touched her. She pulled the shirt off and threw it onto the floor.
Next, Matthew picked her up and took her over to the bed. He lay her back against the pillows and removed his clothes. Snuggling up beside her he began to kiss her all over. He moved down from her hair to her nose, he continued to her mouth, her throat, and her shoulders. His tongue licked down one arm and then up the other.
