After a late dinner, they moved into the family room and her brother and Mr. Ferris sat and exchanged light talk, while Reagan made them another round of drinks behind the wet bar. Her eyes would frequently look out at the two men, pretending to be in her game mode, but she was utterly exhausted and only wanted to go to bed. She gave the men their drinks and returned to a bar stool admiring Mr. Ferris's physique as he stood and stretched. Her eyes trailed to his broad shoulders and then up to his thick neck. When her eyes wandered up to his face, she was shocked to see the intensity in his eyes as he returned her stare. He looked like an animal ready to attack his prey and then a second later the look was gone like it was never there and replaced with a genuine smile. It made Reagan's heart race and she suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Reagan turned in her stool to avoid his contact. What the hell was wrong with her? She was used to men staring at her but that look, Lucas’ look was different. Almost predatory and it frightened her. She was still a virgin and had just turned nineteen last week. She wasn’t very familiar with sexual feelings; oh she had her share of college guys she had dated but she knew that they either wanted her because of her money or body and she sure as hell wasn't about to hand her virginity over to some frat boy that had no idea what he was doing. Nope! She was saving herself for the right man. A man that wanted her for her and nothing more. She wanted her first time to be magical and a night to remember for the rest of her life. That wasn't so much to ask for she thought.
A few minutes passed by and as she turned to look at her brother and guest a yawn escaped and she couldn't help but apologize as they both looked at her.
Aiden smiled and said, "It's been a long day sis. Why don't you head to bed and we'll see you in the morning."
"Are you sure?" She asked raising an eyebrow and stepping off the stool. She watched Lucas stand. "Aiden's right. Go get some sleep while we exchange boring banter. Tomorrow is another day." He said giving her a sly wink.
She turned to start walking up the large cedar staircase and stopped, turning to them, smiling. "Goodnight. I'll see you both in the morning for breakfast." As she began walking, she heard Mr. Ferris say, "Sleep well."
When she reached the landing she headed down the hall to her room. She closed the door and shedded her clothing and slipped into only a t-shirt and kept her panties on. After spending most of the day swimming and in the sun, she was utterly exhausted. Only two days to go and this will all be over she thought to herself. She climbed into bed and covered herself up to her waist with the bedsheet and slipped into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
Lucas made his way up the stairs at two thirty in the morning and walked down the hall carrying a small satchel on his left shoulder. When he reached Reagan's room he turned to his bodyguard that hovered over him and whispered. "No one comes in."
"Yes, sir," Frankie said and nodded to his employer.
Lucas quietly opened the door to Reagan's room and eased his way in slowly shutting the door behind him. His eyes took in the surroundings as the moonlight flooded through the window giving him the perfect amount of light to see and move around freely.
He took a step to the edge of the bed as the light from the window illuminated Reagan's beautiful figure lying on the bed. He could see she was in a very deep sleep and he didn't want to wake her. Not yet. She was lying on the right side of the four-poster California king bed, her arms spread out across the pillows. His eyes trailed her lush body that was concealed beneath the thin sheet and her silky long strawberry blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow. He felt his cock swell as he imagined what it was going to feel like when he gripped her hair with his fists.
He licked his lips in anticipation. Not yet, he told himself.
He opened the small satchel that he was carrying and attached a special restraint to each of the four bedposts. Each soft casing held a mechanism that allowed him to have control of his prisoner's range of movement by increasing and decreasing the amount of slack in the cable. A devilish grin splayed across his face as he carefully removed the thin sheet that was covering her torso and legs. Not one sound or movement came from her. She was still in a heavy sleep. His head turned, looking up at each corner of the ceiling where Aiden had installed tiny cameras that you could barely see with the naked eye. It gave a full view of the bed and entire room.
He tightened the silk robe he was wearing as he approached the edge of the bed. His eyes trailed her long legs up to the juncture between her thighs. His gaze rested on her pussy that was covered with pink sheer lace panties.
Fuck, she was beautiful, he thought. He continued his gaze up her flat stomach to the small tee shirt she was wearing. Her nipples had hardened beneath the thin fabric from the coldness in the air. Her full lips, creamy olive skin, and dark sooty lashes were making his cock stir below in his robe. Not wanting to wait for a second longer, he moved quickly and placed the pliable rubber bracelets to her wrists and ankles and reached out, brushing his thumbs over her taut nipples. He cupped one full breast in his palm, squeezing slightly and then rubbed the stiff peak. His eyes ran to her face when she moaned softly in her sleep at his touch.
Losing his control, he squeezed tightly around the one breast and she licked her lips and moaned again. He leaned over and slid his hand along her inner thigh, his thumb and fingers lightly grazing her pussy through
the fabric.
"Mmm..." She moved slightly. Lucas could feel his excitement build as the blood flowed down to his cock at the sight before him and the events that were about to play out. He slid his hands along her arms and grasped her
wrists, his face only an inch from hers as he whispered. "Reagan, wake up." His fingers once again grazed her pussy lips over the fabric and she stirred. "Wake up Reagan." He whispered again.
He watched as she slowly opened her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. Her eyes fluttered open and then they focused on him. Her eyes were wide orbs of hazel and instantly filled with fear and confusion.
“What the fu-” She said.
**
Reagan was in utter shock. When her brain finally comprehended what the fuck was happening she totally lost it. Ferris was covered in only a silk robe and when she tried to sit up, she discovered she was bound to the bed. Panic consumed her as she realized the bastard had tied her up! She strained uselessly against the bonds and screamed. "AIDEN! HELP! Please help me, Aiden!"
Ferris clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her. "Shhh," he growled. "No one is going to save you, Reagan." She stared up at him and all she saw was malevolent gems. There was no compassion in his dark blue eyes. No guilt or sympathy. Reagan didn't believe him as she glared at him, waiting for her brother to respond to her scream. There was only silence. No one came as the minutes passed by, the two of them with their eyes locked on one another.
"Reagan, there is no need to scream." He removed his hand slowly from her mouth and smiled.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why am I tied up?" she spat.
Unbelievably he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, answering, "You're part of this weekend's business deal, I'm afraid." He licked and nipped her earlobe sharply with his teeth, makin
g her gasp and fight the restraints once again. "Aiden made this deal so appealing, that I just couldn't refuse."
Lucas shifted his weight and laid his hands back on her breasts, kneading them through her tee shirt.