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RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 05-26-2017
She pulled at the edges of the shirt as if it was something she could arrange to appear more flattering. She huffed and released the fabric to push hair behind her ear. When she looked up at Owen again, there was something possessive in his eyes as he moved towards her. She cocked her head at him, his gaze should have made her uncomfortable, but like all the things that evening that should have made her uncomfortable: it didn’t. “Oh, I’m loving this,” she said with a sneer. It wasn’t quite a lie. The big shirt was worn in and soft. She tried to snatch her hand away from him, but it was futile and she soon found herself linked to him. She trailed behind at the maximum distance the cuffs would allow without hurting herself. Arm outstretched as he pulled her around. She got distracted as he sorted the bed, and mostly fell into as he pulled on her.
She huffed in annoyance as he jostled her arm around while. Eventually he settled.
Julianna lay on her back, staring up into the darkness towards where she assumed a ceiling was above them. They were close because of the cuffs and he was heavier on the mattress than she, and it was like a gravitational pull that threatened to pull her closer to him. It had been a long time since she had slept next to another person. Regardless of the cuff and the kidnapping, it felt weird to be sharing a bed again.
She wasn’t exactly tired, which probably had something to do with aforementioned kidnapping. Still keyed up from her escape attempt and the manhandling and the way he had looked at her when she put on his shirt. Julianna was tempted to reach out and graze Owen’s arm with her fingers, just because she could. She resisted.
His sigh cut through the silence.
“You know what I’ve always wondered?” she asked into the darkness. “How do tall people like you actually sleep at night? Like, the blanket can’t possibly cover you from your shoulders to your toes? Right? Doesn't sound very cozy.” This time she did touch him, fingertips flaring outwards and just barely brushing the hair on his arm. Easily mistaken for a twitch.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 05-31-2017
His eyes snapped open to stare at darkness when she spoke. He wasn’t expecting the question to be so hilarious. What a perfect set-up for him. Did she not see it?He chuckled and the force of it shook the bed. Owen reached over her body and took the hand that wasn’t cuffed to him. “This part,” he forced her hand to touch him at his collar bones and started moving it down the length of his chest, “is uncovered.” The hand slid down, down, down over his pecs to his upper abdomen all the way down to his navel and it was there that the hand made contact with the comforter. “Here is where the blankets start.” He smirked the entire time he spoke and was positive that it modulated his voice.
Owen released her hand. He then rolled onto his side so that he was facing her. He was nearly pressed to her side. His eyes had adjusted in the darkness enough to make out the features of her face in the shadow.
“What have you never slept with a big man before?” He made it sound as if she was really missing out on something. He tsked and returned to smirking at her. “Anymore burning questions you might have for me?”
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-01-2017
“What are you-” Julianna tensed up when he reached across her body and took her hand. That tension did not ease when he pressed her palm against his chest. Her palm near the hollow his his throat, fingers splayed outwards towards his sternum. This time when he shifted it had pulled her closer to him. Almost as if they were close to cuddling. She swallowed hard as he trailed her hand further down his body. She was thankful for the dark that hid her flushed face. Her fingertips lightly skirted across his muscled planes of his abdomen. She should have pulled her hand away from him, but she didn’t, allowing him to manipulate the limb until her hand rested just below his belly button, the side of her palm touched the comforter.
“Exactly,” she replied, her hand still on his person until he rolled over to face her. “You’re mostly uncovered.” This new position of facing each other was too intimate. It didn’t help that her voice was hardly above a whisper. If she spoke any louder the nervous waver of her tone would have been obvious. “Don’t you get cold?”
“Not as big as you,” Julianna replied automatically. Unthinkingly. Oblivious to the double meaning that could be conveyed until the words left her mouth. “You’re probably the tallest guy I’ve slept with.” She tried and failed to recover. “Slept next to.” It was unsalvageable. “What the point of a blanket at all? Worried the monsters under the bed are going to tickle your feet?”
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-01-2017
“I don’t get cold usually. I think my body runs warm?” He shrugged while conveying this little factoid about himself. He liked their closeness. It felt like a fun sleepover - as opposed to a kidnapping following his latest terrorist attack. They were whispering, sharing secrets in the dark: his body temperature and her lack of having slept with big men.
This little revelation raised one of his eyebrows quizzically and that stupid smirk remained on his lips. All the sexual implications that could be made were there in that crooked smile of his.
He hummed in the back of his throat. It was absolutely meant to sound alluring. A deep rumble from his chest. “What a treat for you then. You'll have to let me know how you enjoy it.”
She was trying to change the subject. He bit.
“I like the blankets and sheets. They’re comfy.” As if to make the point, his legs shifted around under the blankets, rubbing against the soft sheets that covered them. The movement brushed his toes along her foot and lower leg. It was almost as if he were trying to be provocative.
“Don’t you think?”
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-01-2017
Julianna had mixed feelings about their closeness. Just as she started to like it, to get wrapped up in their private conversation and the line of his body near hers, one of them would shift and the cuffs would press against her wrist or jostle her arm and she’d be reminded of her predicament. “Yeah, you're kind of hot.” She cringed. Why did she keep saying the wrong things. Why did her brain refuse to stop her mouth. “Your temperature. Like you said.” It was true, his skin had been hard and warm beneath her hand. She wanted to touch him again. She didn’t have a good enough excuse, so she kept her hands to herself.
Owen was smirking at her. She could just barely see the curve at the corner of his mouth in the darkness. Mostly, she could feel it. There was just something smug in his tone and the sounds he was making. Like that hum in his chest. Close enough that the noise resonated against her and rose goosebumps on her skin.
“For someone who runs warm your feet are awfully cold,” she complained, pushing his leg away with her own. He was too much. Julianna didn’t know how she was going to survive him when she couldn’t separate his attractiveness from the reality of her situation. She huffed and used her free hand to pull her side of the blankets higher over her shoulders and upwards to her chin. “I like blankets, because I get cold.”
She really wished he would just fall asleep again and spare her this suffering.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-03-2017
Owen couldn’t help but laugh in the darkness at her continual blunders. He policed the sound of his voice into something baritone and breathy. “Why thank you.” He murmured at her. He was probably smiling in amusement too much to pull it off. The effect he was going for was clear. By the time she was complaining at the temperature of his feet, Owen was laughing. There was a high pitched giddiness to it. A sign that the laughter was completely uncontrolled and a pure expression of amusement. He wiped at his eyes and sighed contentedly at having laughed so deeply. A couple more chuckles escaped him.
“God, you’re a real trip you know that.”
His arm came down from his face and he slipped it under the covers that she had pulled high. Their cuffed hands laid between their bodies on the bed, and the front of him crowded close. His free arm slid over her stomach and locked onto the curve of her hip, fitting there quite perfectly.
“No sense in being cold when you have a six foot four space heater laying next to you.” He was saying as he nuzzled on the pillow next to her head, making himself comfortable. He fully intended, apparently, to cuddle her his way and fall asleep just as she wished.
"This could be more comfortable if you weren't a really shitty escape artist." He complained but sighed once again contentedly. Apparently it wasn't uncomfortable enough to prevent him from snuggling and feeling pretty good about it. "You should have really committed." He scolded her as if she hadn't put enough effort into it.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-11-2017
Julianna pouted in the dark. She wasn’t sure she appreciated the intensity in which we was laughing at her. She had stopped trying to intentionally be funny and now he found her amusing. On the other hand, he sounded like he was trying to intentionally be alluring, and she didn’t appreciate that either. She was struggling enough with the fact that her captor was a tall and attractive man, she didn’t need him fucking her up about it even more. She hummed in the back of her throat to advertise that she didn’t share his amusement, and resisted talking anymore. Everything she said was coming out weird and wrong. She felt nervous, and it had nothing to do with her kidnapping.
A sharp inhale through her teeth as his hand passed over her stomach. Her skin seemed to jump beneath his touch. A warm and strong hand filled the curve between her ribs and her hip. She froze, unsure of what he was intending. Julianna hummed again when when Owen called himself a space heater, but she didn’t move. He had moved close enough to her on his own that she could feel the warmth of his body that he spoke of.
“I’m a great escape artist,” she mumbled, petulantly. She didn’t say anything to back up her statement, but she scooted a touch closer to him; her head just barely beneath his chin. Because she was cold, and he was warm and nothing more. Other than their cuffed hands and his arm around her she didn’t move close enough for the line of her body to touch his. He smelled good. She tried not to think about it. It had only been a few hours, shouldn’t she still be bitter and angry about having been kidnapped by a terrorist? What did it say about her that she found him cute and funny? That she was nervous to be sleeping next to him? That she found something comforting in the rhythm of his breathing that was lulling her to sleep?
“You could always just un-cuff me,” she suggested, still sounding like a pouting child.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-15-2017
If the darkness heightened one’s senses, Owen had certainly felt the tension in her body under his hand. The way her skin seemed to jerk at the touch of his hand. And the stillness that came over her even when he moved closed and settled in.Her discomfort didn’t last long enough to cause Owen to pull away. After a moment, she seemed to settle in. Even scooted nearer to him. It was easy to admit to himself that he liked the feel of her. Of course he did. The curve of her hip fit perfect in his hand and he actively had to resist the urge to dig his fingers in and really feel the shape of her in his hand.
“No.” He responded humorously to her suggestion that he could free her from the cuffs. To him it sounded like a suggestion that he could simply release her in general.
He let the word settle over them. The seriousness of his remark. He had been reminded just then that she was his captive. This wasn’t a fun game. He had gotten caught up in the silly rapport that had settled between them. He liked her. Found her funny and cute.
This wasn't supposed to be funny and cute.
He sighed. “I can’t do that. Go to bed, Julianna. We’ll figure this out in the morning.”
Owen laid awake in the dark for the longest time. His mind worked over what he was going to do with this woman. Almost fearlessly, he had helped bring down two buildings with explosions. But now, having taken this woman, was when his fear kicked in. For once, he didn’t have the answers and was genuinely afraid of the consequences that awaited him if he got caught.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-16-2017
If they’d been having any fun before, Owen’s definitive no, certainly put a damper on it. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it as the silence surrounded them. It was loud, ringing, white noise in her ears. His hand was still a heavy weight on her hip and she could feel the warmth of his chest against her cheek, but she didn’t move. For the most part, Julianna seemed to follow his instructions. We’ll figure this out in the morning didn’t sound entirely promising, but she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep. It wasn’t easy, her mind was reeling with the day's events, but her body didn’t quite agree. Now that they were no longer fucking around with each other, everything caught up with her at once. Her breathing slowed and quieted and she drifted off.
She ended up snuggled closer to Owen than she had originally intended. She sought his warmth in her sleep, and eventually the line of her body was pressed against his. Apparently, no amount of awkward hand-cuffing was going to leave her cold in the dark.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-17-2017
What was it? That quality about slow waking in the morning. That state of almost awake but still with a toe in sleep. Warm and pressed against someone soft. Even in a place like a converted warehouse home, morning waking could still be magical. Somewhere in walls that stretched high overhead a few sparse windows filtered in just enough light. Beams of light that landed on opposite walls illuminated dust particles that seemed to float around in slow motion. A bird chirped from somewhere overhead. Somehow it had made its way inside and sung to them alone in the bed on the floor way below.
Something about the curve of her ass. The warmth of her body cuddled tight against him. Half awake his hand started moving to feel the curves he had wanted to explore the night before. He pressed his morning erection against her backside as his hand skirted beneath the hem of his shirt that she wore. The flat of his palm slid over the skin of her stomach and down until fingers brushed over the elastic of her panties. Fingers dragged back upwards along her side and over the curve of her breast until he had a handful. The way she laid on her side the other breast seemed to spill over onto his hand that cupped the other. His thumb rested with a feather’s weight on her nipple with just barely any teasing contact but it hardened to that touch.
He breathed out and buried his face against her neck. He wasn’t thinking about how he shouldn’t be touching her that way. This wasn’t ‘figuring things out in the morning.’
Damn if she didn’t feel good though.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-21-2017
Julianna sighed softly. His gentle and wandering hand woke her just enough to respond to it. Her body lengthened in a stretch, pressing her breast more insistently into his palm. Hips shifted, pushing her ass into the hardness he'd nestled against her. Her movements weren't discouraging, if anything they were eager and adamant that he countinue his exploration of her figure. She hummed behind closed lips as she tilted her face into the pillow to allow him easier access to her neck. Perhaps, she was also enchanted by the morning. The soft filtered light, the overheard chirping of the trapped bird. Or maybe she wanted to touch and be touched in a way that she'd been deprived of for too long. There was nothing in the way he handled her that suggested she couldn't call it off at any point. A risk, maybe, but he's said before he didn't want to hurt her and this certainly didn't hurt. Tangling her legs with his, she settled more firmly into his lap, suggestive and teasing as she rubbed against him.
She'd yet to open her eyes, content to rely on her other senses. She lifted her head from the pillow, just enough to crane her neck and seek his mouth with hers over her shoulder. If he'd suddenly found need for reassurance to keep doing what he was doing, he was definitely getting it.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-23-2017
Though she still seemed to be half-dozing her movements in response to him were deliberate enough to green light more. The charitable stretch of her body was rewarded with the spread of his fingers wide to take as much of both breasts as would fit into that one hand. Like a pianist reaching for keys, he taunted one hardened peak with his middle finger while his thumb stretched to worry at the other. Her hum was echoed in the back of his throat at the grinding pressure of her hips against his erection.
His lips skirted over her neck and then to her lips at her offering. Experimentally, he captured just the top lip before settling his mouth onto hers. Their hands were still bound together by the cuffs so hers was pulled along with his as it trailed down the length of her body and between them so he could feel the contour of her ass. His fingers slid into and dug in at that crease where the top of her thigh gave way to an outward curve just the place he had wanted to feel the night before. Her hand accompanied his when he slipped it between her legs.
The tenuous exploration his fingers - just barely dipping under the elastic of her panties and feathering over the outside - was certainly aimed more at nudging her desire towards a need. She had tangled their legs together and he continued the work threading one leg beneath her top one and using his knee to pull her legs apart for better access.
The fate of their hands were linked, literally, by cuffs. Taking advantage of this, Owen took his hand away from her and used what slack he had to take the hand bound to his. He guided it down her pelvis to replace his between her legs. His own hand laid on top of hers, fingers pressing encouragement into hers to touch herself the way she wanted.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-23-2017
She moaned against his mouth, and the kisses she pressed against his lips became more desperate as he fondled and teased her breasts. With lids still closed, she parted his lips with own. Her tongue darted delicately over his bottom lip, before seeking out his own for a taste of him. He was touching, and she wanted to touch similarly, but she was pinned where she was by his hand and his body and the cuff around her wrist. Metal jingled together as their hands moved in tandem and he gripped her ass. Her feverish kisses turned into heavy pants against his mouth as he teased. She trembled with the anticipation of a touch that never came. Even without being bound the rest of her body was effortlessly manipulated by him. Her leg rested on his and she whined when he pulled his hand away. Wordlessly, she pleaded for more from him, grinding against his erection as he directed her hand between her legs.
She didn’t need much in the way of persuasion. His fingers were a heavy weight on hers as she teased that delicate bundle of nerves and dipped digits into the wetness of her own arousal until she was gasping, turning her head away from the awkward angle and pressing her face into the pillow.
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-24-2017
Every sound and the way she moved her body indicated an eagerness that was promising to him. He smiled against her mouth as they kissed victorious at his effect over her. Though he teased her deliberately, the more agitated movement of her hips against his own erection was tormenting enough to him to begin to feel a greater need himself. He was interested in the motions she made in touching herself. His fingers laid over hers were instructive of what he wanted but also attendant to the rhythm and pattern of motion she chose for herself. His hand left hers taking advantage of a small bit of slack in the cuffs enough that he was able to tease at her opening. He tugged some at the slack to taunt her by pulling her own fingers away from her clit she was being so attentive too. Fingers seemed to hesitate deliberately outside for a long moment coating themselves in arousal before he sunk two into her.
She had taken her mouth away from him to pant more comfortably against the pillow but that left him her ear.
He kissed the curved shell of cartilage and breathed a question into her ear. “So this is why you didn’t put any effort in escaping last night?” He dared to ask as he slipped a third finger inside for good measure. “You didn’t really want to.” He tested his theory out while fingers pumped into her. He didn’t have enough slack to go far enough which he didn’t mind given his theme of tease and aggravate.
All at once he took both their hands away from her. The hand attached to his he jerked away from her own body with a jangle and clink of cuffs to deny her any more satisfaction until he had the answer he wanted. With aggressive motions that created a splay of hair dark hair across the pillow, he rolled her onto her back and tossed his leg over her hips until he was on top of her. His hips pinned hers into the mattress.
He seized both of her wrists and shoved them down to the pillow next to her head. On all fours on top of her, his body caged hers against the bed beneath them. He stared down into eyes that were a lush sort of green and heady with desire. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Julianna?” His erection was pressed against saturated panties like a promise. “I want to hear you say it.”
RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-24-2017
Another whine sounded in her throat as he tugged her fingers away from herself. The sound easily dissolved into a moan when he dipped inside her. Her hips rocked forward against his hand, wanting to feel him deeper, wanting everything he was currently denying her. Her eyes finally opened. Owen was taunting her, his breath hot against her ear. There should have been something in what he said to make her rethink her current position. Make her consider that she shouldn’t wantonly have a terrorist between her legs, but he plunged that third finger inside of her and those thoughts were whisked away with a needy whimper. She didn’t answer his first round of questions; she assumed that the rocking of her hips and desperate moans were answer enough.
He snatched both of their hands away and she wanted to scream in frustration. Close. It had been so long and she had been so close. She knew she was being punished for not answering him. As far as being pinned beneath a handsome man could be considered punishment. She gazed up at him, and there was something in the smirk she wore that read a little smug, despite being far from having the upper hand. Her stomach fluttered against his with the rhythm of her breathing and she wiggled against the erection he settled between her legs.
She held that grey-eyed gaze as she tested his grip on her wrists. Not because she wanted him to let her go, but because she wanted to feel the pressure of him tightening his hold on her. “I want you to fuck me,” she admitted without hesitation. She lifted her legs until her thighs pressed against either side of him. “Please, fuck me.”