Outlander (Borealis)

Read Outlander (Borealis) for Free Online

Book: Read Outlander (Borealis) for Free Online
Authors: Ellie Bay
experiencing an alien
form of Stockholm syndrome coupled with serious horniness!
    He motioned to the bed. “Lie on your back.”
    My heart flapped like a fish caught in a net. At the Holy Palace,
Marcus said he was going to eat me for breakfast. I hoped he didn’t mean that
literally. “What for?”
    “Just do it. All you have to do is feel and listen. I’ll
take care of the rest.”
    Although I was shaky, I was even more aroused than before.
As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted him.
    Hesitantly, I climbed on the bed like a good little sub.
    On a table next to the bed there were several black silk
scarves in a pile. He folded one lengthwise and was about to use it as a
blindfold. I gasped as he reached for my face.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m scared.” A blindfold involved more trust than I could
muster.
    Marcus looked at me with such sincere tenderness, that it
melted me a little. “You never have to fear me. I exist only to love you.”
    Love again. I had to admit that as crazy as it sounded, I
was developing strong feelings for Marcus. The jury was still out on whether
those feelings originated from a place of caring or lust.
    After I nodded my permission, he blindfolded me. I tingled
as his weight dented the mattress. The little hairs on my arms stood at
attention.
    “I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles. The erotic
restraint of a submissive is how we worship God.”
    What?!  There was so much crazy in that
statement, I didn’t know where to start. I sat up and started to remove my
blindfold. “Wait! God is going to be here?”
    Marcus pried my fingers away from the blindfold and gently
laid me back on the bed. “Not in physical form, but he is always watching.”
    I half-expected God to hover above the bed and stare at us
lasciviously like some demon in a horror movie.
    I trembled when Marcus clutched my hands. After patting my
palms with kisses, he wound a silky fabric loosely around my wrists. He rested
my bound hands on my belly. He slid his palms down the sides of my thighs and
gripped my ankles. He pushed my legs up and pressed my knees to the mattress so
the soles of my feet were touching each other and my thighs were on the
mattress. When he finished, my feet and ankles were tied together. My sex was
completely exposed to him.
    “Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.
    He let out a soft laugh filled with warmth and lust. “Come
on, it’s not that bad. Relax.”
    I tried to steady my breath and within moments succeeded in
lessening my mental state from panicked to anxious.
    “Open your mouth.” His voice was husky, sensuous.
    I licked my lips and obeyed. When his mouth met mine, my
body responded by surging warm fluid between my thighs. As his tongue slowly
explored my mouth, I felt drugged with sensuality. I kissed him back and he moaned
a deep moan that scared me a little. I was pretty sure I had just woken up
something very dangerous inside him.
    He released my lips, only to nudge them open with what
smelled like a fresh date. He laid the sweet fruit on my tongue and said,
“Eat.”
    Dutifully, I took in the date and chewed it. It tasted
sweeter than I expected, like butterscotch.  
    After I swallowed, his lips were on mine again. With great
patience, he would alternately kiss me and feed me until I consumed five dates,
each touch sending me into a deeper erotic state.
    The restraints, the lack of sight and the position he put me
in, had me beyond wet. When was he going to touch me there ?
    He brushed his lips against my cheek and whispered in my
ear. “You are making me crazy.”
    The feeling was mutual. I was ready for him to make a move.
 
    When he removed the blindfold and the ties, I was
disappointed. I reflexively snapped my knees shut and crossed my arms over my
breasts.
    “It’s too late,” he said with a devilish glint in his eye.
“I’ve already seen them.”
    I reddened again and threw the sheets over my body.
    He peeled them slowly from my grip. “It’s time for

Similar Books

Modern Mind

Peter Watson

Tex (Burnout)

Dahlia West

Prague Murder

Amanda A. Allen

Learnin' The Ropes

Shanna Hatfield

Scorch Atlas

Blake Butler

GetOn

Regina Cole