She awoke slowly, noticing he had tied up her wrists with soft muslinsometime during the night. She found that by concentrating and being careful,she could work one hand free, but hesitated over removing the other binding.He had liked her vulnerable, his pleasure over it had broke through hismask of coldness. He had kneeled above her and watched her test the bonds,his eyes glowing in the moonlight, possessiveness stamped on his face.He had liked her vulnerable to him like that.

Now he slept beside her, his face gentle in sleep. She took a momentto study him, startled slightly when his dark golden eyes opened. His gazedrifted over her, excitement flaring in his eyes as he saw the remainingties on one hand. With infinite delicacy he sat up and retied the otherhand, a slightly accusing expression drifting over him before he turnedwatchful once more. He pushed away the sheet from where it rested on herhips, studying her nakedness. He liked her vulnerable.

The binds were tighter this time, and as he walked away she knew itwould be much harder to free herself. Not that she wanted to. Instead shewaited, hearing him move around the cabin, imagining him naked and uncaring.

After an hour he came back, standing at the foot of the bed and staring.He was obviously aroused, his body flushed and hard, but he made no movetowards her. Parker broke out in a cold sweat, shifting uncomfortably,drawing up her legs, a feeble attempt to hide her nakedness. She wasn'tsurprised when he grasped her ankle, pulling it down to the end of thebed, where more muslin ties waited.

When she was completely helpless he sat down, trailing one finger downher breast, her stomach, between her legs. She moaned and arched up, painshooting along her nerves as she yanked on her bindings. She grew annoyed,his teasing of her body grated on her nerves, his obsession with her vulnerabilitysending cobwebs of fear and doubt into her mind. And still, that cold,clammy, guilty arousal, tinged with a sense of dirtiness. She ached. Itwas the most erotic thing she had ever known.

And suddenly he was on top of her, pushing inside of her, so a sharpedge of pain heightened pleasure. He was hurting her and she liked it.She liked it and she wanted more. She wanted more and he provided. He hurther, over the next hour, ranging from pleasure so painful she cried out,to agony as his body assaulted hers. And she wanted it.

And when he had finished, leaving her breathless and dizzy and surprised,he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. She felt hisbody shake, felt his tears staining patterns of remorse on her skin.

"I'm sorry god I'm sorry." Jarod whispered, his hand fumbling to untiehers. When they were free she held him close, preventing him from movingaway when he tried.

"I hurt you. I hoped never to hurt you, I always promised myself I wouldn'tbut, god, I always wanted to. I always..always." he trailed off, and MissParker held him and stroked his back as he sobbed against her, holdingonto her like a lifeline.

They made love, fumbled kisses and sweaty bodies pressing together hungrily.Jarod switched off the lights and drew the curtains.

"I don't want you to look at me." He whispered, pulling her to him againand groaning. All coldness was gone now, leaving only a violent need disguisedin tender touches, and Miss Parker murmured muffled forgiveness againstJarod's salty skin.
 
 
 

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