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RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-24-2017

If she tested his hands to feel him clamping down harder on her then she got what she wanted. With more force than was necessary as if making a promise of what else she might get out of him, he shoved her hands down into the pillows more firmly. His hand pressed the metal cuff into her wrist enough to show her that he expected compliance to his demands.

His lip curled upwards in a victorious smile that she drew from him with her confession.

“Good.” He had to release her hands so that he could peel off his boxers, the only article of clothing he wore. Owen held his cock with one had at the base as if to show off something prized to her. “Because I’m going to.”

He leaned over, stretching his arm out to pull open a drawer to a table next to the bed. His hand fished around until it secured what it was looking for. A crinkle of a wrapper announced what he was seeking. “Make yourself useful and take these off.” He instructed her with one finger that teased along the outside of her panties before he returned his hands to their previous task.

Owen loomed over her on his knees while he tore open the condom wrapper. He only broke eye contact long enough to confirm it was facing the correct way before he pushed it with one languid stroke down the hard length of him. He took his sweet time doing it, wanting her have a good look at his dick before he fucked her with it.

Falling down onto his forearm, it seemed for a moment that he was content to have her on her back. His free hand even went so far as to scoop up her leg to bring it around his back. But he thought better of it and popped the back of her thigh with the flat of his hand resulting in a resounding and sudden smack.

“Get on your knees. And put your ass up.” He told her as he pushed at her leg, harassing her to hurry up with aggressive shoves of his hand. Their hands still being bound presented only a slight logistical issue in getting to position. He bent over her body keeping their cuffed hands together on the bed so that she could rest on both forearms while he fucked her.

Owen rather liked the limitations imposed by the cuffs. With him bent over her his face hovered near her shoulder and neck. He nipped at her skin with his teeth while he spread her arousal on to the head of his cock and pushed inside her.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-25-2017

The cuffs still bound them together, there was something fun and thrilling about it. He towered over her and her arm was lifted from the bed and stretched outwards to accommodate his movements. The binding affected her movements, not his. He was just as in control of this as he had been in all things since she’d met him.

He wanted her to look, so she was looking. Julianna gazed, half-lidded down the line of her own body that ached with a need still unfulfilled to the member he presented to her. That little show solidified his promise to fuck her. She whined, impatiently, as she worked to remove her panties with her one available hand. It wasn’t an easy task, but with some calculated maneuvering, the article was pulled off and tossed off the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, he was going so slowly, showing off and teasing her in ways that involved wildly less touching. Julianna huffed in irritation, the need for release felt like a spring coiled tight low in her belly, but she kept her eyes exactly where he wanted them, on the impressive length that he continued to taunt and not fuck her with. Her sharp exhale was almost a sigh of relief, when he fell on top of her. She lifted her leg at his insistence, hips shifting in anticipation of his entrance. But still, he hesitated, and she was sure she was going to go mad. Her heart was racing, she’d still not caught her breath. That smack on her leg drew a surprised yelp from her. The spot where his hand had made contact, but it had not been a sound of pain.

She rolled one way, and then the other, trying to follow his instructions in spite of the cuff around her wrist. It also stung, a faint red line in the skin from where he’d pressed down. But she liked that too. When she was propped up on all fours, she remained low on her forearms, an attractive curve to her spine, with her ass in the air, like her own form of offering. She used the free hand to pull her hair over the opposite shoulder, shuddering at the sensation of his teeth making contact with her skin. She cried out when he filled her, pushing back against him until he was buried to the hilt.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-25-2017

Owen’s hips bucked into hers with a leisurely pace at first. It seemed, he was ardent on torturing her. He rather liked her in a state of desperate need. Liked the way her voice pitched at him with complaint. Saying please without enunciating as much.

Her hips rocked back eagerly to meet his, but he held back. His hands moved to cover her own, linking his fingers through hers and pressing them hard down into the bed. His mouth worried at her neck until he was quite sure he left a purple mark while he continued to nag at her desire with an only gradually increasing pace.

Soon, his own desire made demands of him and he grew tired of teasing her. Owen wanted to get into position on his knees and grab her hips to really properly fuck her from behind, but they were still linked at the one wrist. Logistical issue aside, he lifted himself up, bringing that arm bound to his behind her. He maneuvered the arm so that it laid in a natural, albeit, strained position behind her back like a prisoner being arrested.

It left her only the one forearm to lean on. He experimented with fucking her this way, his hand pressing hers into her lower back and the other gripping her hip for more purchase.

He stopped only long enough to take her second arm away from her and drew it behind her just like the first one. Both hands were crossed at the wrists in the accentuated curve of her middle back and his hand lay over them both to keep them there. His other hand gripped her shoulder to pull her back as he bucked forward.

No, yes, this is how he wanted to finish. Her body looked so pretty this way. Curved back, ass high in the air, hair splayed, moaning into his sheets while his hips forcefully rammed into hers as if he intended to hollow her out. His own breath grew audibly ragged though he was stubbornly trying to remain as stoic as possible and not give her the satisfaction that he needed to finish as much as she. He clenched his teeth together, drawing bands in his neck, trying to keep focus and not lose it too soon.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-26-2017

She wanted to watch him fuck her, but her hair was in her face. His t-shirt was in her face. The line of his body was heavy, and she gripped the fingers he laced with hers. The mark he left on her neck felt warm and throbbed, but she barely noticed it. She was too busy trying to thrust backwards against him and convince him to fuck her harder. His tactic was paying off; she was desperate; but noisily resigned to the pace he set.

He took her first arm and she moaned, lowering her head to lean it against her remaining arm. But he took that arm, too and she was left face first and whimpering into the tangled sheets. There was a tight pressure in her shoulders from the angle of his hold on her and it was almost as satisfying as the pressure building inside of her.

Fingers digging into her wrists and her shoulder, the sound of their breathing, of their bodies crashing together, the roughness of the sheets against her face combined into the perfect conditions to driver her over the edge. Her legs trembled and her body tightened around the hardness he drove inside her again and again. Her cries were drowned out by the mattress as continued waves of pleasure washed over her. Gasping for air, she would have collapsed onto the bed if not for his hold on her. Instead, she writhed and whined as he continued drove into her sensitive center.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-26-2017

She was a mess when she came, crying out into sheets bunched beneath her, shirt riding up her back, hair everywhere. He, in comparison, was purposefully neat and tidy about it. His eyes closed, lips parted, and only one ragged ‘oh’ kind of sound originated in the back of his throat. His head went back to the ceiling slowly as he rode the tide of release until it was done. His hips slowed to a stop.

He stayed there for a moment sheathed inside her while he recovered his breath. He released her arms and slid out of her. He moved out from between her legs and flopped onto his back next to her unconcerned for the arm linked to his. By now, surely, she was used to it being jostled around.

He laid his free arm over his eyes and breathed out once through his mouth feeling his heart rate slow down as he did so. The arm moved to tuck beneath his head propping it up some. Looking at Julianna with one eyebrow cocked, Owen was clearly pleased with himself. He wanted to tell her she was a mess, but he figured she knew already and his mocking expression spoke for itself.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-27-2017

Julianna’s unsteady legs finally dropped her onto the bed as Owen flopped down beside her. Her arms dropped from where they had been pinned to her back, but the one that wasn’t attached to Owen didn’t move far from her side. The cuffed one was dragged outwards to accommodate his movements. She sighed, somehow the sound was a mix of content and concern. Her face was turned away from him, but she could feel his gaze on her.

All at once the reality of her decision and what had just occured hit her. She stared hard at the opposite wall, frowning into the sheets still bunched around her face. Julianna was loathe to admit that she had never been fucked so fantastically. She was waiting for the onset of regret, but it never came. Not even that weird uncertain feeling that you get after a one night stand. There was nothing. Just an afterglow of satisfaction.

Lifting her head, she used her free hand to claw her hair away from her face and back down her back. She glanced at Owen. He was infuriatingly put together, and that was probably what he looked so smug about. She groaned at him and rolled over onto her back, doing her best to pull the t-shirt back down with one hand.

Julianna opened her mouth as if she would say something, but the sounds of locks being turned at the door shut her up with a snap to her teeth. She frowned at Owen, looking mildly alarmed as the awful creaking door swung open and allowed entrance to a tall man with a beard.

That was all that Julianna saw of him, before she was scrambling under the tangled sheets to hide.

“Pancake time!” The stranger announced this, suppling a gentle kick to the door to close it again.
Darcy strolled into the converted warehouse like he did every Saturday morning. Hands were full with plastic bags from the local groceries with all the preparations for a pancake breakfast. “Oh my god,” he said, finally surveying the scene on the bed across from him. He laughed loudly and made a show of covering his eyes and inching towards the kitchen.

“Fuck, Owen. Shoot a dude a fucking text sometime. I didn’t know you had a woman over.”

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 06-28-2017

Owen’s eyes went wide the moment he heard the lock mechanisms clicking. He knew exactly who he had forgotten would be coming over for Saturday pancake time. Julianna scrambled under the sheets and he used some to at least cover his dick.

“Darcy - wait -” he was trying to say but it was too late. His godfather had already caught a glimpse of the two undressed under the sheets and was playfully mocking him about it. “Do you fucking knock?” Owen complained at him.

Owen shimmied back into his boxers and he leaned out of the bed. From under the bed he pulled out a duffel bag. One of those obviously sorority ones with the bright flower print and initials sewn in. He hoisted it onto the bed between himself and Julianna.

“Here are your clothes, babe. Come on let’s have a shower.”

He tugged at the wrist connected to his. Owen started getting out of bed and pulling Julianna after him. Darcy was giving them privacy and besides his shirt was long enough to cover anything she didn’t want the stranger to see. Owen retrieved the keys to the cuff from the bedside table but didn’t unlock her until they were in the bathroom.

He put on the water so they would have some sound covering their voices. He took her face in his hands and spoke very seriously to her. “I need you to be cool. Can you please be cool for me?” His hands fell away from her face so he could release her wrist from his. The cuffs were abandoned on the side of the sink. Owen felt at the water coming from the shower spigot and then shimmied back out of his boxers. Apparently he actually intended to shower. Owen, for one, needed to wash the smell of sex and sweat off him.

“We’ll be just a minute!” He called to Darcy from the door that he cracked open just to speak. “Just start the food - and make some coffee.”

He shut the door again and stepped into the shower and held the curtain open for her fully expectant that she would join him.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 06-30-2017

Everything seemed to happen in a blur. One minute she was hiding under the sheets, the next she was peeking her head out from beneath them to watch Owen drop her duffel bag between them. She frowned. Had he had that the whole time? Shortly after that, she was being pulled towards the bathroom by the cuff still fashioned around her wrist. Julianna stumbled along after Owen, doing her best to pull the shirt back towards her knees, even though the stranger wasn’t - Darcy - wasn’t paying attention to them.

Between the fucking and the announced visit, Julianna was caught in a whirlwind of weird emotions: mostly confusion. She was looking around the small bathroom, blinking rapidly like a shock victim until Owen took his face in his hands and she was forced to look up at him. She stared up at him, but didn’t confirm or deny her acquiescence to his demand that she be cool.

Julianna rubbed at the wrist that he freed, not because it hurt, but because she wanted to do something with her hands. Finally, everything caught up with her. “He doesn’t know does he,” she asked in a fierce whisper. She pulled the shirt over her shoulder and climbed into the shower with him. He was blocking the stream and she winced as the cold over-spray hit her skin. “He doesn’t know that you’re like, a terrorist or whatever.” Julianna shifted on her feet, because now she was getting cold and he was hogging all the water.

“He’d let me go…”

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 07-11-2017

Owen had his back to her, head tilted back as water sprayed down his body. He whirled around when she said the T word. Terrorist. “Shh!” He said aggressively though there was no way Darcy could have heard her.

The water hit his back and blocked most of the stream from hitting her except the spray off his shoulders. He watched the cold woman wince from the spray and stepped closer to her. The closeness of his body more effectively blocked the water spray but didn't offer her any of the warm stream. “He would try and I would have to deal with the both of you.”

Owen turned to the side suddenly freeing the stream to hit Julianna fully. He sidled past her, encouraging her to step into the water with a hand on her back between her shoulder blades, and he took her place. “That is my godfather, okay? He doesn’t know anything about any of this. And he doesn’t need to.” These explanations were made as Owen aggressively lathered himself up with a bar of soap.

He tossed the soap too hard back into its place and it ended up sliding out of the holder and fell onto the bottom of the shower at their feet. It was pulled with the stream of water towards the drain. Owen let it go and scrubbed a very obviously masculine smelling shampoo into his hair.

Covered in suds that slid down his body, he crowded near to her to occupy the stream of water together. He stopped wiping soap from his body to tower over her in the stream and put his hands on his hips. “Just keep your mouth shut and be a good girl for me, would you? This will all be simpler if you could just do that.”

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 07-13-2017

Deal with the both of you.

That sounded too ominous for Julianna’s liking. She frowned at him, but didn’t retort because getting sassy with someone who may have just threatened to kill you didn’t seem like a good idea. Not that any of her ideas for the past twenty-four hours could really be categorized as good ideas.

When he moved the stream of water suddenly hit her directly against her chest and upper abdomen and she flinched. Julianna had become distracted thinking about what had just occurred between them. He was still talking at her as they traded places. She looked almost petulant, standing under the faucet. She slicked her hair back away from her face and behind her shoulders. “I can’t believe you’re politely asking me not to tell on you,” she expressed, shamelessly watching him spread soapy suds across his skin. She’d yet to reach for any of his products because she had already decided she didn’t like them.

Just because she was kidnapped didn’t mean she should suffer dry skin and hair from cheap masculine bar soaps. Julianna had gone silent, because she didn’t know what to say to him. She wasn’t going to put his innocent godfather’s life in danger just to escape. She stopped staring down at the soap he’d dropped when he moved closer to her. There was no place for her to back up, so he crowded beneath the fall of water with her.

Be a good girl for me...

Julianna swallowed hard and rolled her eyes to look up at him. He was naked and slick with soap and towering over her as droplets of water fell between them. “Okay…” she agreed quietly, left speechless by a phrase that aroused her more than it had any right to.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 07-24-2017

Owen stared her down until she agreed to go along with the rouse that they were together. Or, well, he at least had gotten her to agree to not tell on him to Darcy. He wasn’t sure how far her tacit agreement went, but he’d push the girlfriend boyfriend stuff. With his luck, she would follow along.

“Good.”

Owen bent over quickly and snatched up the wayward bar of soap. When he straightened again, he grabbed her wrist turned it over and slapped the soap into her palm. He held onto her for several heartbeats. Water poured more over her than him. One of his hands encircled her wrist while the other willfully pressed soap into her hand.

“I’m trusting you.” He warned very seriously. “I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. So please, let’s leave Darcy out of it, okay? Like I said...”

He released her but one hand traveled upwards to where a few strands of hair stuck against the side of her face. He pushed them back, slicking them with water to go along with the rest of her hair. His eyes moved from hers to track the motion of his own fingers. “We can figure this out.”

He then captured her gaze again pushing his fingers under her chin to force her to look him in the eye, not that she was necessarily resisting. “Okay?”

His hand fell away from her and brushed a path along her arm as it returned to his side. “Finish up.” He instructed her and pushed open the shower curtain so he could step out and dry off. The smell of coffee brewing had reached them in the bathroom. Owen dried off and dressed himself casually in jeans and a t-shirt before joining Darcy in the kitchen. He left Julianna alone to finish and dress at her leisure, a sign of whatever trust he was affording her at the moment.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 07-26-2017

Looking down at where he hand had captured her wrist, she marveled in just how large his hands were. Not that she wasn’t terribly aware. He’d had his hands on her quite a bit since they’d first run into each other during that first bank job. She was only half listening to his words, but her fingers curled around the soap he was insisting she take.

Julianna looked up at him. “Okay,” she agreed, again. She watched his face as he pushed wet hair away from her face. It wasn’t difficult for the affection starved banker to find his touch almost affectionate. She tried to resist leaning into that touch, and she hoped that he just wouldn’t notice the gentle pressure of her face against his hand. And then his fingers were beneath her chin. She had already been looking at him, but she acquiesced to that touch by lifting her face.

As he left the shower, Julianna was left somewhat shaken by the encounter. Her mind reeled as she washed, trying to sort out her mixed emotions and place them all in the appropriate boxes. She tried to remind herself of her situation, of the severity of what was happening around her, but her thoughts always went back to his hands on her.

Darcy looked over his shoulder when he heard Owen come out of the bathroom. “Hey,” he greeted, cheerful but there was a suggestive lilt to the vowels. He raised his brows at his godson, before turning his sights back on the perfectly round and fluffy pancake he had browning in the skillet. Bacon sizzled in another pan.

“She’s cute,” he observed without prompting. Though Owen’s silence was prompt enough. He lifted the pancake out of the skillet and dropped it on a plate that already contained a neat stack of them. He immediately poured more batter. While the current flapjack settled, Darcy turned and picked up the coffee he had made and poured for himself. He sipped loudly and pointedly at Owen as he crossed the kitchen to get a mug of his own. “She a thing or a fling?” he asked while they had a moment alone.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 07-27-2017

Owen combed his fingers roughly through his wet hair. He slicked the wet strands that clung to each other back in his characteristic style. Some product would have made it sit better but it was good enough. He hadn’t dried his back well enough and the t-shirt he had put on stuck to his shoulder blades where beads of water had been neglected.

He tore off a tiny piece of pancake and it was halfway to his mouth when Darcy asked a bombshell of a question. Owen hesitated, “Uhhh -” he popped the morsel into his mouth to buy himself some time. “It’s kind of serious?” He resisted the urge to cringe when he said this. It was half a joke. Half truth.

Things between the two of them were serious. But not in the way that Darcy would interpret it. Not quite a lie. Not quite the truth.

“Anyways, so did you see GE’s paltry earnings report this week?” He pointed his index finger at Darcy looking as if an ‘I told ya so’ were coming. “The stock fluctuations were crazy. Great days for some mad swing trades. Didn’t I tell you to watch it? Now they’re in total free fall.”

Owen changed topics from his romantic life to his expertise to avoid having to answer anymore questions about Julianna. He hoped Darcy would take the bait and talk shop instead of women.

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - megs - 07-27-2017

Darcy went to swat at Owen’s hand as he picked at the pancakes that he was literally minutes away from serving. “That one’s yours,” he muttered, pushing the torn pancake to the side with the spatula. With the food finally finished, Darcy turned off all the burners and nudged Owen to help him carry everything to the table.

As they worked, his godson quickly turned the conversation over to something more mild and less personal. Darcy was interested, and didn’t take the bait as he went back to collect butter and syrup. “Kind of serious,” he repeated with a teasing lilt to his tone. Completely ignoring anything else the other man had said. “Look at you. Finally getting into it, eh? Your mother is going to absolutely flip when she hears.”

The older man was absolutely tickled at what he had stumbled on that morning. As he chuckled to himself he heard the bathroom door open.

Julianna emerged in a colorful blouse and denim shorts. Damp hair had been pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. Short strands that didn’t quite reach fell around the sides of her face. She hesitated at the threshold, observing the two men where they stood.

“Hey!” Darcy was quick to wave her over. “We were just talking about you.” Sort of. “Come on, come on. Sit. Eat. I want to hear everything.”

She padded over slowly at Darcy’s beckoning, choosing a chair for herself at the small table and plopping down in it. She hoped her silence could be attributed to the nervousness of being walked in on right after sex. Which it partially was. The rest was her attempt to sort out the situation she found herself in.

“Everything?” Her voice cracked when she spoke. She frowned and cleared her throat. “What do you mean.”

“Well, your name for one,” Darcy laughed heartily. “Owen never tells me anything and we he does he forgets all the best bits.”

“Oh. Julianna.”

“Nice to meet you, Julianna. I’m Darcy; Owen’s godfather.”

RE: Dangerous Attraction [Closed] - saronym - 08-05-2017

“Don’t! -” Owen said quickly and too loudly. He glanced behind him and finding that Julianna wasn’t yet with them gave Darcy a warning glare. “-tell my mother about this. I will tell her when I’m ready.” By which he figured he would never have to tell because he would eventually find a way to get rid of Julianna while ensuring she wasn’t a threat to his whole operation.

Darcy addressed Julianna as she entered the kitchen and Owen whirled around to look her over. Pretty in her blouse with her hair pulled away from her face revealing those high cheek bones. Owen could hardly suppress a cringe at the beginning of Darcy’s enthusiastic questioning.

He had claimed they were in a relationship, so he figured he should best act like it. After Julianna selected her seat, Owen brought a steaming cup of coffee to her. He bent down and placed the beverage in front of her and pecked her on the cheek like a dutiful boyfriend. “That shirt looks nice on you.” He complimented her even while he wondered if she even liked coffee? What if she didn’t? Would she play along?

What a nightmare.

“Yeah so now that we all know everything about each other..” he said as he took his seat next to Julianna. “Let’s just, uh, enjoy our breakfast in silence, shall we? Julianna is a little bit shy, so, you know, ease up on the questions.” Owen patted Julianna’s hand in an overly patronizing way as if comforting his wall-flower of a girlfriend. There was nothing really shy about a nosy banker who confronted a terrorist, but he was going to see how far Julianna would let him push.