Panting in her release, she wondered whether he felt the same about her or whether he simply felt sorry for her and was just being kind.
True, he had kissed her, and very thoroughly, but did that mean he wanted more?
And if he did, should she let him?
Her strict upbringing said no...but the pleasant heat in her belly said yes and Hazel had been lonely for a very long time.
The following night as she served him dinner, she checked to make sure that none of the other diners could overhear, then whispered nervously, “Miles, tomorrow is my day off and...and I was wondering if...if you would like to take me out somewhere again. We could make a...a whole day of it, if you wanted to.” Her cheeks flushed pinkly.
Miles’ face gave no inkling of the triumph he felt as Hazel spoke, but, inside, he was jubilant, certain that her faltering invitation was simply the prelude to his conquest of her slim body.
And that, if he had read her character correctly, was only the beginning of his plans for her...
Plans which, had Hazel even for a second been able to imagine, would have sent her fleeing in horror as far away from him as she could get.
Unfortunately for the pretty redhead, though, her very limited sexual experience of men had in no way prepared her to match wits with anyone like Miles and his very particular requirements in women...
“Certainly, Hazel. That would be delightful. Say, ten o’clock, then? Excellent. We’ll go up to the loch, shall we?” Miles was careful to hide his elation as Hazel nodded, but as she walked away, his lips curved into a cruel smile of anticipation.
His slow, careful planning and patience were about to pay off and soon, very soon, the unsuspecting redhead would find herself becoming one of the star attractions of his new and very lucrative business venture.
The next day went exactly as Miles had planned that it should and as he and Hazel lay on the blanket he had thoughtfully provided, sipping the last drops of the second of the three bottles of champagne he had brought, he squinted up at the hot sun overhead and casually slipped off his shirt, pretending not to notice Hazel’s covert glances at his muscular torso.
After a few minutes, he remarked, “Hot, isn’t it?” and waited...
Hazel flushed prettily, not really knowing how to react and a little light headed from the wine, but then, pretending a nonchalance she definitely didn’t feel, fumbled with the buttons of her white blouse and laid it to one side.
Slowly, so as not to alarm his prey, Miles reached for her and cradled her against his chest, her initial stiffness soon passing as he kissed her, very softly, on her cheek and then, as she gained in confidence, on her yielding lips.
Hazel was aware of what his kisses were leading to and was a little scared, but the touch of his lips was exciting and she could feel her body reacting just as it did when she stroked between her own legs and wanted the delicious sensations to continue.
Soon, his hands were at her breasts, his fingers toying with her nipples and the pleasure was so much more intense than she had ever felt with her inexperienced boyfriends, that she voluntarily reached behind her back to unhook her bra, freeing her trembling flesh to fall into his grasp.
His lips descended and Hazel gasped, unable to believe the almost unbearable longing which filled her body as his warm, wet mouth brought her sensitive nipples to quivering erection, sending jolts of electrifying arousal through her breasts and down into the surging heat in her belly.
He laid her down on her back and she watched, mesmerised, as he undid her belt and slid her skirt down her legs and off, then repeated the action with her skimpy panties.
Then he paused and said quietly, “Are you sure, Hazel? If you’re frightened, I’ll stop.”
Hazel gulped, then nodded and whispered, “Oh, yes. Yes. I w...want you, Miles.”
“And I want you,” he replied and his hands moved in slow, thrilling circles over her belly, inching lower with every circle as his lips returned to her breasts.
Hazel squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he caressed her, but as his fingers slid through the silky curls of her auburn pubic hair, her eyes snapped open and she whimpered, “No. No, I mustn’t. I...I... shouldn’t.” Her hands gripped his wrists as if to stop him touching her.
“But you want me, Hazel,” he told her and she gave a soft moan, knowing it was true.
“I do.” she groaned, “But...I’m scared, Miles. I’ve...I’ve never f…felt like this before. So…aroused…and…and…excited, that it fr…frightens me a bit.” Her green eyes filled with anxiety, then slid away from his and she gave a little shiver. “I’ll try, Miles, really I will, but please don’t be cross with me if I have to st...stop you.”
“I tell you what,” he replied cheerfully, “How about I make it so that you don’t have the choice to stop me?”
Hazel frowned, “How could you do that?”
In answer, Miles reached over and picked up the belt from her skirt. “With this,” he said calmly. “I could use this to tie your wrists. Loosely, of course, but then you’d be tied up and not able to choose any more.”
Hazel’s eyes opened wide. “You...You’d really t...tie me up,” she quavered.
“If you think it would help.”
“Well...” she hesitated. “I suppose it...might.”
“Shall I do it then?”
“I...don’t know, Miles,” she replied doubtfully. “It might work, but...isn’t it a bit...?” and her voice trailed off.
“We’ll try it,” he announced decisively and before Hazel could decide whether to agree or not, the thin leather belt was wrapped several times around her wrists and buckled in place.
The moment the belt gripped her skin, Hazel began to shiver and felt a ripple of delicious fright run up her spine and as Miles pulled the buckle tight, she gasped to a wave of thrilling arousal as she found herself tied up and unable to use her hands.
Even better, she no longer felt any pangs of guilt.
How could she, she wasn’t in control any more and it wasn’t her fault.
After all, she hadn’t even actually agreed to be tied up, had she?