The door remained locked. Knowing if I taunted her any further the silly girl might attempt to jump out of the bedroom window, I took a step back and raced forward, shoving my shoulder against the bedroom door. The wood easily splintered from the hinges as the lock gave way. The door swung open.
On the other side was Catherine, backed into a corner, holding a small nightstand lamp aloft as a makeshift weapon. She was dressed for bed in a charming silk nightgown with little flowers on it. Her beautiful hair was down and lying in waves over her shoulders; with her glasses placed neatly on the nightstand, I had an unobstructed view of the alarm in her gorgeous emerald eyes. “Stay back!”
I lifted my arm and let one side of the handcuffs tumble out. “Now why would I do that.”
Her beautiful eyes widened.
This was going to be fun.
Catherine chucked the lamp at my head and tried to run past me. I deflected the lamp with my right forearm, and snatched her around the waist with my left. “Not so fast, little one.”
I grabbed her by the chin. “Miss me?”
I then claimed her mouth. She bit my tongue. Relishing the taste of blood, I bent her over my arm as I claimed her mouth again. Crushing my lips against hers, giving no quarter. The moment I relented, she lashed out. Slapping me across the face, her nails caught my cheek. While blocking the doorway, I lifted my fingertips to my face and pulled them back, seeing the droplets of blood from her scratches.
I stalked forward.
She backed away from me until she was trapped on the other side of the bed.
It was useless. There would be no escape for her.
The smell of her fear was intoxicating. I leaned against the doorjamb framing her broken door, which was dangling from one hinge. “Unbutton your nightgown.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t make me.”
Ignoring her plea, I repeated, “Unbutton your nightgown.”
Seeing no other option, her shaking fingers lifted to the small pearl buttons at her throat. One by one, she slowly undid them. After five or six buttons I could see just a hint of her cleavage.
She stopped.
I raised an eyebrow. “Keep going.”
Inhaling a tenuous breath, she lifted her hands a second time. As she unbuttoned the nightgown to her navel, I licked my lips in anticipation.
She dropped her hands to her sides when she ran out of buttons.
“Now take it off.”
“Please…”
“The answer is no, pet. Now do as I say.”
Swallowing a sob, she moved her delicate shoulders up and down as she shrugged the nightgown off. It pooled at her feet. She was standing before me in only a pair of pink panties.
“Now take off your panties.”
This time she knew better than to even try to argue. She slipped her fingertips into the waistband and pulled them over her thighs before letting them drift down to join her nightgown on the floor.
She was all pale curves, pink blushes, and perfection.
I lowered my zipper then reached my hand into my trousers. I grasped my cock. “Now get on your knees.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed.
“Crawl to me.”
She lowered her head.