Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(49)

“Hmmm...How about adding this too?” He hoisted my body up from the floor by a few inches. Then he spread my legs wide and clamped each of my ankles to heavy weights. “How do you feel now?”

“I drank a whole lot of alcohol tonight...I’m honestly not sure if this is really happening or not...”

He laughed and walked over to a table, unwrapping a black box. “We sell pleasure kits at the gift shop upstairs, but seeing as though you’re almost Mrs. Statham, I’ll make sure you get a bunch of them for free.” He brought the box over to me and showed me a state of the art vibrator with several smaller pleasure toys.

“Do you think you’d be willing to try some of the more daring things at home?” Sean shut the box and gestured to the other things in the room.

“Are my eyes red? Do they look puffy to you?”

He smiled and pinched my cheek. “I think you’ll warm up to it one day. I’ll go get the steamer and some bottled water from next door. I’ll untie you the second I get back. Hopefully ten more seconds like this will convince you to try it, right?”

I laughed at his enthusiasm and shook my head as he walked away.

I looked around the room again, wondering why I’d ever doubted Helen when she promised an “over the top” party. She’d truly outdone herself and the week wasn’t even over.

I tried to move my legs and get down, but it was no use. It’d only been a few seconds, but it felt like they were falling asleep. With the amount of alcohol that was coursing through my veins, I knew I was about to pass out if I didn’t get down soon.

I’m going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow...

My eyes were struggling to stay open and the heat from the candles was making me sweat. I wished he’d at least tied me up closer to the door—or at least let me face it, so I could be closer to the air vents.

“Sean!” I called out.

I heard the door opening and I sighed, relieved. “Look, Sean. You don’t need to give me a massage. Just cut me down from this and I’ll lie and say everything was great. I’m starting to feel a bit—”

“Is this the type of shit that turns you on, Claire?” The sound of Jonathan’s voice made my heart race ten times faster.

“Jonathan?!” I felt him kissing the back of my neck. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He pressed another kiss against my skin, ignoring my question. He ran his hands up and down my sides and I could sense him smiling. “So, there was some truth in what you told our therapist about our intimacy problems? You aren’t satisfied with our regular sex?”

“Traditional sex.” I fired back and heard him laugh.

“I’m learning so many new things about you lately, Future Wife...First, you take exotic classes after work, and now you’re into bondage...Are there any more secrets you want to tell me about before we tie the knot? Do you strip for extra money on the weekends?”

I rolled my eyes. “Could you hurry up and untie me please?”

“Untie you? Why would I do that?” He planted kisses down the exposed groove of my back. Then he secured the ropes even tighter around my wrists.

“What are you doing?!”

He stepped around to face me. “Were you about to let that man touch you?”

“You’re really not going to untie me?”

“It looks like you were about to let him touch what’s mine...” He stepped forward and kissed my lips, slipping his hands underneath the fabric of my dress. “Is this how you normally dress behind my back? This dress shows everything...You might as well be naked...”

“Untie me. Right now, Jonathan.”

“I don’t think so.” He kissed me again, whispering, “I don’t know who you are anymore, Claire...”

I let out a sigh, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything further because he clamped my lips shut with his fingers.

Glaring at me, he wrapped his other arm around my waist. “I don’t give a damn if he is g*y. No other man massages you. Ever. Are we clear?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“We’re clear.”

He stared at me a few more seconds before letting me go. He walked over to the table and grabbed the box Sean had opened. Then he set it behind me and muttered something to himself I couldn’t hear.

I tried to turn around and see what he was doing, but it was no use. I couldn’t move my legs, and the bristles from the rope were really starting to hurt.

I suddenly felt him pressing kisses against the back of my shoulders, reaching around me and squeezing my br**sts.

“Have you enjoyed being abstinent this week?” He sounded amused.

“It’s been the best week of my life.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. It’s been so much fun that I don’t think I want to have sex ever again.”

He let out a low laugh and gently pulled my head back with my hair—until I was looking up at him. “I think the last few nights have been the worst nights of your life...”

I didn’t say anything. I kept the slight smirk on my face and looked into his eyes.

“I think you’ve tossed and turned in your sleep—wishing I was here, so I could help relieve that longing ache between your thighs.” He lowered his voice. “And I know you’ve woken up every morning, reaching for me...” He pulled my hair a little more and pressed his lips against mine for an upside down kiss. “Because I’ve reached for you...”