Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) Read Free Page B

stay away. I tried to, but everything has gone topsy turvy in my brain. What did you do to me?”
    “ Did you like it?” Damien asked what he thought was the most important question. Everything came down to the answer to this question.
    Krista had tried fighting it last night, unsuccessfully. Maybe honesty would provide a few answers.
    “ You know I never had an orgasm before last night? And after I left? I masturbated for hours, with your knife – wicked, twisted fantasies circling around in my brain. I couldn’t sleep for hours. My brain wouldn’t shut off. I don’t even know your name, but I came here, hoping to see you. I even considered putting an ad on Craigslist – Turned out freak seeking would be rapist from bathroom encounter at Club 318. Addicted. Need more. ”
    Damien laughed, then pictured her stroking his knife against her body, around her nipples, against her clit. His cock pulsed inside his pants. This was going to be harder than he thought. “What kind of fantasies,” he said softly in her ear.
    Krista’s breath caught in her throat and her lower lip started to quiver. She bit down on it trying to calm herself. Should she tell him? Could she tell him?
    “ I don’t know,” she whispered, taking the easy way out. “It was all weird. Nothing I would ever actually do…”
    “ How do you know?” Damien said as his hands left her arms and settled on her hips, pulling her against his body. “Maybe you would enjoy those things.”
    Krista took a deep breath as Damien slid his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. She knew should stop him, but couldn’t seem to convince her mouth to speak the words. A hard pinch of her nipple tore a cry from her throat. Pleasure mingled with pain and hummed along the invisible string between her breasts and her pussy.
    “ Even if I might enjoy them,” she said breathlessly, “how would I know?”
    Damien chuckled. “I could help you,” he said.
    “ I don’t even know you,” Krista replied.
    “ You know me in all the ways that count,” Damien said seductively.
    Krista dug down, trying to find her backbone.
    “ I don’t know anything about you other than that you’re well endowed because I’m a little sore, and that you get off on raping women. Sure I’m a freak for eating it up, but you were fully committed before you ever found out I was into it. You cut me with a knife,” she said pulling away from him.
    Damien sighed in frustration. Truthfully, he was surprised he even had a chance to talk to her again. He couldn’t tell her that Hannah, her best friend, had told him about her fantasies. His only option was to do something rash and hope she responded as amazingly as yesterday. He reached out and grabbed her, spinning her around as he pulled her forcefully against his chest.
    “ Did you like it?” Damien asked. “Do you think I would have done it if I hadn’t known that you would?”
    “ Let go of me you psycho,” Krista said, pounding her fists on his firm chest. “How could you know? Do I look like a twisted, depraved freak?”
    Damien grabbed her arms, pushed them behind her back and held them with one hand as Krista struggled against his chest. He had no choice. He was going to have to tell her about Hannah. She might not ever forgive either one of them for exposing her innermost thoughts.
    “ Just be still for a second,” Damien said, “Let me explain.”
    “ Explain what?” Krista asked, still struggling. “Explain that you’re fucking crazy, that I’m am? What exactly are you going to explain?
    Damien silenced her with a kiss and ground his aching cock against her. This was going to backfire. He just knew it. Unfortunately, he was too far gone to care. His erection had plagued him ever since she walked into the bar and ordered a drink. And when she’d confessed that she had masturbated with his knife, he’d thought he would bust a nut right then. He had to do something to get her to stop talking herself out of what