"No, you said he was..." My voice trailed off. "I want to know what happened to Eugenie."
"Why?" His face turned to stone. "I told you earlier that-"
"I don't care what you told me earlier." I shook my head and then gazed at his hands as he pulled some pearls out of his pocket. "What are they?"
"I want to put them around your neck." He smiled. "Maybe you'll find out what else they can be used for later."
"Will you tell me about Eugenie?" I asked softly. "I don't need to know what happened to her. You don't have to tell me what happened, I just want to know about her."
"Is that why you haven't left?" He ran his fingers across my lips. "You want to get to the bottom of her story, don't you? Even though, you have no idea who she is."
"I want to know what happened to her, yes."
"And you want to f**k me too, don't you." He pushed his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it gently before biting down with my teeth. "Do you wish that was my c**k in there instead?" He whispered in my ear.
"You'll just have to wait and see." I licked his finger delicately while staring at him and his eyes never left mine.
"I told you what happens to little girls that play with wolves." He said hoarsely and then I smiled at him.
"There's one thing you forgot to take into account." I said softly, my heart beating fast. "I'm not Little Red Riding Hood and I'm not a little girl. I'm a wolf hunter and when I get one in my grip, it's very hard for them to survive." I moved my lips to his cheek and gave him a quick kiss before moving to his ear and whispering. "In a game of predator and prey, it's not always the predator that comes out on top." I could feel my heart racing, as I played his game and his hand immediately fell to my ass as he held me against him tightly. He turned slightly and his eyes looked black in the poor light, before he turned to whisper in my ear.
"I don't care who's on top, Evie." His tongue licked my ear. "I just care that it's me you're thinking about when my hard c**k is inside of you." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardness. "I want every long hard stroke to make you think of me." My fingers gripped his hardness and I swallowed as he grew even harder in my hands. "Now take your clothes off, put on the panties, bra and blindfold and wait. Don't touch yourself either. I want your body waiting in sweet anticipation for the moment when one of us touches you."
"I don't want – " I started, but he cut me off and stepped away from me.
"Legs in the air, Evie. You'll find the not-knowing when or who will make it, even more exciting." And then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open. I stared at the open door and then at the underwear he'd given me. I couldn't believe that I was even contemplating staying; especially after seeing the letters and being locked up in the room. However, I just couldn't seem to leave. Not yet. I wanted to see how everything was going to play out. I wanted to find out exactly what was going on here. And if I was honest with myself, I wanted to be with Tyler as well. I didn't think about that too hard though as I didn't know what it said about me.
Chapter Five
Tyler was right. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming was exciting and scary. As I lay on the carpet by the door, I felt self-conscious in my bra and panties. I also wondered what the f**k I was doing lying here. I have to admit that a part of me felt like a fool. I mean, how can you not? Here I was, practically naked, with my legs in the air, waiting for someone to come and touch me. Yes, it was the sexiest situation I'd ever been in, but it was also one of the dumbest. I know some people would wonder why I stayed then. They'd ask, like Hailey, what happened to my brain? What can I tell you? I don't know. Maybe the endorphins that were rushing through my body were warping my mind. I don't know. I can't explain it. My brain was shouting at me to leave, but another part of me - the daredevil part - didn't want me to leave. The daredevil part of me wanted to see what was going to happen. The confident part of me felt like I could get through this. It was almost as if I had something to prove to myself. I wanted to get to the bottom of the Eugenie mystery and I wanted to work out Tyler's story. I knew that wanting to sleep with Tyler wasn't something I could control. It was my body, it was my soul. There was a deeper story to Tyler. I could see it in the sadness of his eyes. I could hear it in the hesitation in his voice when he spoke about Grant. I could feel it in the way his fingers touched me tenderly. Something in him struck a chord in me.
I heard the footsteps coming towards me and I froze. All of a sudden, I wasn't as excited. All of a sudden I was tense. I couldn't see anything though the blindfold. I'd have no idea who was touching me. It was a weird situation to be in. It was scary, but it was also exhilarating. A part of me had always wanted to explore my sexual side, but I'd always held back. I wasn't sure why. I wasn't sure if it was because I was sexually repressed or just scared what society would think of me. So I'd always been the good girl. I'd stuck to only sleeping with the guys I'd dated, even when they hadn't been great in bed. Even when I'd been propositioned by men so hot, they'd melted my panties off with a look. I hadn't slept with them because I wasn't a one night girl. I wasn't a girl who f**ked, just to f**k. Though that had obviously changed now. I'd slept with Grant and I'd enjoyed it; psycho or not. However, in this moment, all I could think about was Tyler. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to be touched by him. I wanted to feel the electricity coursing through our bodies as we made love. I wanted to be taken to the top of the cliff, not knowing if I would make it down alive. I wanted to jump off of a building, not knowing if a net was waiting there to catch me. I wanted to be consumed by him. My body felt feverish just thinking of him. And then I felt the first touch. Right in the middle of my legs. The fingers rubbed me gently back and forth and my entire body shook immediately and I felt the pressure against my clit. I felt the fingers moving back and forth gently and then more roughly, as if they knew how close I was to an orgasm already. My legs fell to the ground and he growled and pulled them back up. I moaned at the loss of his fingers and felt him move my legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.