Captive (Social Experiments #1) Page 11

  “I couldn’t budge the shutoff valve under the sink. I threw as many towels down as I could and ran right down.”

  Cassie soaked in water and screaming as she fended off the traitorous faucet was one thing, but water damage and ruined floors was another. I couldn’t afford it.

  I kept a toolbox beside the door, so I grabbed the handle and sprinted past her, sobered by the threat of losing money. Barefoot, in my boxers, and a little too shameless to care.

  Thanks to her quick thinking and the towels, the floor wasn’t the disaster zone it could have been. I slid across the floor, ripped open the toolbox, and removed a wrench. Even I had to put in some muscle and really grit my teeth to turn the knob. Meanwhile Cassie tried to hold a fresh towel over the spraying water. The others were saturated.

  “Almost got it,” I called up to her. The pipes in the building were old, another thing I’d need to have replaced eventually with our renovation funds. I gave another forceful turn, ignoring the comical scene directly above and behind me. I worked quickly, ignoring the water that sprayed my own face, or the river of it spilling over the counter edge. Once loosened, the water turned off and the furious geyser ceased to douse us with frigid water.

  “Well. I think we’re both damned lucky that I’m a homebody who never leaves the building.” I didn’t think Mr. McMillan, the old man who lived in the topmost level with his equally elderly wife, would have been able to accomplish the task. Sighing, I rose and set the wrench aside on her kitchen counter. “I’ll buy you a new faucet tomorrow. Don’t worry about this, okay?”

  “My hero,” she laughed, turning to look at me. Our faces were close. Water dripped from her hair down over her cheeks and her lips trembled from the cold. I wasn’t any better, soaked and chilly.

  And then she kissed me.

  I don’t know what came over me or why I didn’t pull away. It was electric, shy and tentative at first, her lips a soft presence over my mouth. She gave me every chance to pull away, but instead I took it and met her with equal yearning. I sought her tongue and claimed the sweet interior of her mouth with an exploring sweep, aware that little more than wet cotton separated us. Without her modest jacket over the soaked nightshirt, I was free to palm one small breast. Her nipples could have cut glass, pebbled and hard long before I dared to touch one.

  A confident firecracker stole the place of my shy neighbor, emboldened by my returned attentions. With my hands, I mapped out the curves she always kept hidden away beneath her work uniform and bargain clothes. Her fingers were just as busy, tracing down my shoulders and arms. Her appreciative groan boosted my ego considerably.

  I wanted to hike her nightshirt to her waist and have her on the living room floor where the results of her kitchen mishap hadn’t reached the rugs. I gathered Cassie against me and took her that far. The confident stroke of her hand down my throbbing dick ruined any thoughts of travelling farther, like to the couch. We fell together on the floor in a tangle of limbs and hungry kisses. Cassie’s legs rose around my waist and guided me close, she squirmed to meld against me, and her very position revealed the bikini cut, pale pink panties beneath her shirt. Its hem gathered around her hips.

  I needed only to remove them and dive right in. Seeming to read my mind, she claimed my hand and encouraged me to make the first intimate exploration. I touched her boldly, slipping two digits past the elasticized leg opening and curling my index finger against her wet snatch. Not as ready as I wanted, but it would do. Not completely bald like Yvonne, but closely trimmed and groomed. I’d always wondered if the carpet matched the drapes - it did.

  Cassie responded beneath my touch. Her cries and moans were soft but her pleasure was evident in the way she pressed into my touch. She tore her mouth from mine and closed her lips around my ear. I prepared for a slobbery onslaught, but Cassie didn’t have that downfall. Her playful nips, tiny licks, and hungry suckles sent electric tingles racing down my spine. The more I worked her the slicker she became and her breathy pants against my ear turned me on. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to dive between her thighs and bring her to climax before my cock ever entered her. It would take time, but the results were always worth the effort.

  Yvonne would have been screaming by now and reaching her orgasm.

  I compared her to Yvonne again. For the second time, my subconscious seemed to remind me that another woman awaited my return at home. That I needed to be faithful to her and ashamed of my actions. Groaning, I tore my lips away from Cassie’s throat.

  “Cassie… wait.”

  Her hips lifted in an effort to follow my retreating fingers. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t - we can’t do this.” My hard dick disagreed, distorting the front of my boxers and stretching the opening to the limit. One shift, one little shift would free it entirely. I could dive inside of her hot little body and have my way with her for the rest of the night. The temptation lingered, opportunity mocking me each time I glanced down over the shape of her dark nipples against the thin wet cloth.

  I resisted and climbed to my feet.

  Cassie stared up at me from the floor, her shirt tangled around her body and her long freckled legs still parted. Her beautiful legs. They could have been wrapped around me right now as I buried home.

  “I…” Color flooded into her cheeks. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault, alright? I’m sorry. It’s just that I thought-” Who the fuck knows what I was thinking when it happened. I hated to leave her that way on the verge of climax with her pussy hot with yearning for me. Hell, her home was empty for the whole night while her son slept in another home. The setting was perfect.

  It wasn’t right. I couldn’t make love to Cassie with Yvonne on my mind, and my girl’s persistent appearance in my thoughts could only mean that she deserved better than this.

  Cassie pulled herself up and self-consciously tugged her shirt down. It didn’t matter, the image of her body was burned into my mind. Why did she hide it?

  “I’m sorry, Cassie,” I repeated again. “It’s complicated.”

  “I’m not trying to get free rent…”

  “No!” I blurted quickly. The possibility never crossed my mind. “It’s not that. Someone else is on my mind.” It was the honest truth. “And I can’t do this while I’m thinking about her.”

  She went so pale I thought she might pass out.

  “You deserve better,” I continued truthfully.

  “I just…” Cassie didn’t finish. She bolted for her bedroom, and the door slammed shut behind her.

  I made a royal mess of things.

  ***

  I washed my hands and considered a hot shower, but the longer I waited, the easier it would become to lie. Despite the many lies told over the course of the near month, Yvonne was the one person I always gave complete honesty. She deserved that from me. I’d never been much of a liar at all until now, but with her, there was no question.

  I found Yvonne reading one of her favorite books, a trilogy about BDSM and the hard life on the bondage scene. I’d tried to pick it up once for a quick read, but it lost me on the third page.

  A movie droned from the portable player to create background noise, but it didn’t mask my approach. She looked up and saw me the moment I entered.

  “What’s wrong?” As if she had radar senses her gaze zeroed in on my dick. My very hard, very throbbing with need dick.

  “What makes you think something’s wrong?” I asked carefully.

  “Your face is red, your cock is hard, and your boxers are soaked. What the hell were you doing?”

  “I… ah.”

  Concerned, Yvonne left her seat on the floor to move toward me, but she quickly reached the end of her chain and was prohibited. She came within 5 yards of me. I crossed the rest of the way and embraced her tight.

  “I did something stupid.” I didn’t want to lose her trust. I didn’t want to tell her anything about my dumb behavior. Yet I knew conc
ealing my impropriety would make it easier to lie about the next thing. And the next. Until soon, she no longer trusted me, no longer wanted to call me her Sir, and all of my careful work came unraveled.

  “Have a seat and tell me about it.”

  Once I joined her on the plush comforter spread over the memory foam mattress topper, I easily ignored my troubles in favor of resting my cheek against her naked breast. I touched the nipple with my tongue, reveling in the way it budded tightly in response. Yvonne moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair. She never pushed me away. Always wanted me.

  Cassie hadn’t pushed me away either...

  “The upstairs tenant had a water leak,” I finally admitted, no longer tonguing her rosy nipple.

  “So you fixed it in your shorts?” Yvonne laughed and smoothed her fingers over the back of my head. She held me close, warmly, lovingly, and I basked in her affection.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, beyond scandalizing the tenants, what’s so wrong with that?”

  It was now or never. Truth or a lie.

  I blurted out the truth. “Cassie kissed me. I kissed her back.”

  The fingers in my hair ceased their comforting strokes. Yvonne went still, like a statue.

  “I stopped it before it came to sex,” I added in a rush.

  “Oh. Before it came to sex,” Yvonne repeated in a cool tone. “Meaning it came close to something.”

  Fuck my life.

  Yvonne pulled away from me and rose to her feet. “Tell me what happened.”

  “I told you. Her kitchen faucet busted and water was shooting everywhere. I barely managed to get the shutoff valve closed myself.”

  “And the sex bit?”

  “It was just one of those random things, Yvie. She kissed me and…” And I’d felt that kiss down to my toes. The moment I’d touched Cassie I couldn’t stop. The memory alone brought a surge to my pulse and my traitorous dick twitched.

  Yvonne took one look at my tenting shorts. She frowned even more deeply and disappointment shone in her eyes. “You wanted to fuck her then and you still do, Jake. You want to be balls deep in that redheaded stick because I’m not good enough for you anymore.”

  “Don’t push me, Yvonne. If I wanted that, don’t you know that I could be upstairs dicking her right now?”

  “I bet she had her hand on your cock and you liked it. Your fingers probably still smell like her!”

  I loved to finger Yvonne and she knew it. She squirmed and writhed beneath my attentive touches every night, reaping the benefits of my experienced hands. I couldn’t lie to her, so I chose to remain silent instead. She saw right through it.

  “Handle your own dick. I’m not touching it. Not until you fuck her and come back here and tell me it doesn’t make you feel good.”

  “I could make you.” I was besieged by memories of claiming Yvonne for the first time. The way she wept, her tear-streaked cheeks, and the haunted betrayal in her green eyes. I never wanted to see that again, and she knew it. My empty threat failed to move her.

  “Force me all you want, but I won’t willingly give you anything.”

  “You’ll be begging me to fuck you by the end of the week.” I said it with confidence, but her laughter cracked my stoic shell. Of all the times for Yvonne to make a stand, it hardly surprised me that she would oppose my rules now.

  ***

  Yvonne stuck to her guns and I ended up jerking off angrily in my shower upstairs. My imagination flip-flopped between Yvonne’s dark tresses and Cassie’s freckled legs. I slept like crap and headed up to fix Cassie’s sink in a grumpy mood.

  She wasn’t there.

  At some point between our aborted makeout and the morning, the woman had gone on a cleaning rampage. Her kitchen was spotless and the hardwood floors gleamed.

  I replaced the pipes and the faucet and then I returned downstairs to bring Yvonne lunch.

  “Did you fuck her?”

  “She isn’t home.”

  “Then we have nothing to discuss.”

  “C’mon, Yvonne. I apologized to you, baby. It was just a freak accident.” My tone was practically begging. I felt like a cheater, and in a way I had. Christian Grey had never come close to dicking around on Anastasia, and I was prepared for Yvonne to stick it to me with those words. She lived by those books. “Do you want me to let you out of here? Is that was this is?”

  Yvonne turned and slanted her gaze up at me, but she remained silent. I waited. I knew the look on her face, she was thinking things over.

  “I fuck you every night. I suck your dick better than anyone in all of your life. So why haven’t you let me out? The truth.”

  “I…” The truth. Licking my lips, I nervously glanced away and considered my response. “Because I’m afraid you’ll run straight to the cops and tell them where you’ve been.”

  Yvonne nodded slightly. Her expression didn’t change. Deep down, she had to know that without needing my response. “I want a commitment. I want to know what we are now and what you thought would happen at the end of this.”

  Exhaling heavily, I dropped into the seat behind me and patted my lap. Yvonne ignored the invitation and strolled in front of me to stand with her arms crossed beneath her heavy bosom.

  “I didn’t think that far ahead. I knew I’d do anything to get you to want me back but… fuck. When it comes to setting you free, I’m scared.”

  “You need to trust me, Jake. I gave my trust and my body to you. I… like what you’ve done to me. I told you that. I wouldn’t give you up to the police for anything because this is the life I’ve wanted. Deep down, you saw me. You saw the real me and knew what I needed. You’re my Sir… the only man I ever want inside of me. When will you understand that and trust me?”

  From time to time, I’d laughed at Yvonne’s reading habits and made harmless jokes about the content. She devoured everything from BDSM to rape fantasies and transformation erotica.

  “I do trust you.”

  “No. You don’t, Jake. You don’t show it.” Moisture glistened in her green eyes and threatened to overflow, tears glittering upon her dark lashes.

  “Then I’ll let you go.” And if she betrayed me, I deserved nothing less.

  “No. Not until you’re ready to let me out on your own. When you trust me and know I’m not going to run off to the Boston PD and sacrifice the relationship we built. Maybe you don’t see it as a relationship but I do.”

  She chastised me without holding back, speaking her mind so freely every word had to be true. The guilt and shame kept me quiet, but it turned out that Yvonne wasn’t waiting for a reply.

  “The man who put me down here had balls. You seem to have lost them. That sexy, confident man would have taken what he wanted upstairs and not come crying to me about it. You release me from the basement when you’re man enough to do it, not because it’s your way of apologizing for a fuckup.”

  “I-”

  “Get out of my sight and come back when you’re the man I fell in love with.”

  This wasn’t infatuation and insatiable physical need for each other’s bodies. We had love and I’d never consider it to be anything else. This was ten years of affection and friendly devotion kindled by our newly discovered passion. This was a spark so bright I had killed for her, not out of lust, but for the most powerful emotion in the human psyche: love.

  Yvonne loved me, too, but my betrayal of her trust had damaged that. If I didn’t change my path now, I could lose it for good.

  No. I wouldn’t lose everything I had worked so hard to achieve with Yvonne. I was the same man, and I had to prove it to her in the only way she understood.

  My speed caught her by surprise. In a step, I had crossed the distance between us, taken her by her dark braid, and wrapped it around my fist. I anchored her in place and cupped her pussy with my other hand, thrusting two fingers deeply. She writhed and squirmed within my hold, pushed up onto her tiptoes as I pushed deeper.

  “This is my house. My fucking b
asement. You don’t get to tell me what to do or when to leave it, Yvonne. Maybe I forgot a couple things, but you forgot who’s in charge here.”

  To be continued

  Author’s Note: Jake, Yvonne, and Cassie will return in the next installment due March 2015. Now that Yvonne has accepted her new role, the true question is whether Jake has what it takes to become the true master she needs, and how far he’ll go this time to prove his dedication.

  Hint: A certain someone has thoughts about Jake, and you’ll discover them in Book 2. You may have noticed Yvonne’s POV absent from this story, so I hope you’re excited to read exactly what she thinks.This will be a three book series and next novel in line to follow this has been titled Social Experiments: Freed. It is due to release March 2015.

  About the Author

  Olivia Storm is a new voice in the Erotica genre. She favors movies in the Thriller genre and counts Original Sin among her favorite guilty pleasures to watch. When it comes to books, she reads everything from Horror to Contemporary Romance.

  She maintains a Texas residence with her dog and cat.

  Table of Contents

  Social Experiments:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  About the Author