His Boundless Desires

Boundless 7: Did he actually fall for me?

“Caleb, stop!” I ordered, my voice trembling.

Slowly, he loosened his grip on my waist.

“I’m sorry... I just missed you today,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Was this guy on something? Like, actually unhinged? What a waste of a drop-dead gorgeous face.

“Huh?! Missed me?!” I choked out.

He took a slow step backward, giving me space. I could tell he was actively trying to suppress the primal urge to pull me back against him.

Wait... did this man actually fall for me already? Lauren, stop being delusional!

He bit his lower lip, his jaw clenching tightly. A heavy, awkward silence stretched between us, as if he had something urgent to say but was forcing himself to hold it in.

I let out a long, exhausted sigh. If you like me, just say it! The little voice in my head was having a field day.

He suddenly turned his back to me and walked toward a rack near the bed. My eyes widened as I saw what was displayed there: leather straps, handcuffs, silk ties, and a heavy leather belt.

“Um... Caleb, if you’re good, I’m going to leave now. I still have overtime work to do,” I said cautiously, backing toward the door.

In a split second, he snatched a pair of metal handcuffs off the rack. “You’re not going anywhere!” he snapped, his tone darkening.

He turned to face me, looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

I glanced down at the metal in his hands. “Is... is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah. Handcuffs.”

“Damn, you really are innocent,” he growled.

“Innocent?! I’m just utterly confused by you!”

“Help me play with my toys, Lauren,” he purred, a dangerous grin spreading across his face as he stalked toward me.

“Hey! You’re way too old to play with toys, and those aren’t normal toys! Your taste is absolutely terrifying!” I yelled, taking slow steps backward until my back hit the wall.

“I might have terrifying taste in toys... but I have exquisite taste in women,” he purred.

I swallowed hard, panic fluttering in my chest.

“Do you know the purpose of this room?” he asked smoothly, mocking my apprehension as he closed the distance between us.

“Obviously not!”

“This room... is my personal playground,” he whispered.

My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.

“Pick a toy, Lauren,” he commanded softly.

I glanced frantically around the room. There were no “toys” here—just intimidating gear that made me feel like I was in an interrogation room being forced to confess to a crime I didn’t commit.

“Fine! I pick the necktie,” I blurted out, pointing to a silk tie hanging near the bed. It was the only thing that looked completely harmless.

His grin widened. “Good choice. You’re definitely going to enjoy it.”

The moment he turned his back to grab the tie, I bolted for the exit. I threw my weight against the heavy wooden door and yanked the handle—locked!

Why on earth does a hotel room lock from the inside like a vault?!

Panicking, I whipped out my phone to call for help, but before I could tap the screen, Caleb was already behind me.

“Leaving so soon? We haven’t even started yet,” he murmured.

“Caleb, I have to work! It’s my first day—I’m going to get fired!”

“You’re with me. I won’t let anyone fire you.”

Oh, right, because he’s Boss Jared’s assistant, I thought sarcastically.

Before I could protest, he pinned both of my wrists above my head against the cold wood of the door. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine in a hot, possessive kiss.

My blood ran hot, a dizzying warmth spreading through my entire body.

“Tonight... your overtime is right here with me,” he whispered against my mouth.

Wait... did Jared actually order this?! I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. Before I even realized what was happening, I heard a sharp click.

My wrists were cuffed together.

“Hey! Caleb, what are you doing?! Take these off!”

Ignoring my protest, he effortlessly scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward the massive king-sized bed, gently tossing me onto the mattress.

“Caleb... please... you’re not going to kill me, right?” I pleaded, my voice trembling.

“Relax. We’re just playing.”

“What kind of game requires handcuffs?!”

He grabbed the silk necktie he had draped over his shoulder and began slowly unbuttoning his cuffs.

“What are you doing?!”

“Doing my part for the foreplay, hmm?”

Before I could react, he wrapped the silk tie over my eyes, tying it securely behind my head. Darkened sight, high senses.

“Caleb... what are you doing to me?” I choked out, struggling against the heavy metal cuffs binding my wrists above my head.

He settled his body over mine. I could feel the intense heat radiating off him, his frantic heartbeat pressing right against my chest. Lying blindfolded on the soft mattress, the sound of his ragged breathing was intoxicating, sending a treacherous wave of arousal straight down my spine.

No! Lauren, control yourself!

He leaned down and trailed open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Caleb... stop...” I gasped, trying to arch away. “This is harassment, I’m serious!”

“If harassing you is the only way to keep you... then I’ll harass you every single day,” he growled into my skin.

He continued kissing his way down my throat, his hands sliding firmly down my waist. I gasped loudly as I felt a hard, throbbing pressure grinding against my inner thighs.

“Help! Somebody help me!” I shouted into the room, but the only response was the heavy, ragged sound of Caleb’s breath.

“Ugh... I can’t control it, Lauren,” he groaned, his voice thick with unbridled lust. “Please... let me in.”

“Caleb... no! I have goals, I have dreams, and I am not ready for this! Please stop!” I begged, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

He ignored my plea, continuing to press his hot, rigid manhood against my skirt, grinding rhythmically between my thighs. The heat radiating through the fabric was overwhelming, making my skin flush bright red.

Suddenly, he hooked his arm beneath my knee and lifted my leg, resting it firmly over his broad shoulder.

“Ah! Caleb, I’m not that flexible!” I cried out, feeling the pull in my hips.

Shit, my skirt is riding up—he can see everything!

I felt his lips touch my knee, trailing slow, scorching kisses down the length of my calf. A helpless shiver ran through me. I was losing strength, my body traitorously softening under his touch.

“I can put on a condom,” he purred seductively, his face hovering right above my lace panties.

He grabbed a plush pillow and slid it beneath my lower back, elevating my hips. Tears prickled at the corners of my blindfolded eyes. Is this really happening?!

His large, warm palm slid up my bare thigh, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of my undergarments.

“You’re wet, Lauren... I love it,” he whispered darkly.

He spread my thighs wider and pressed his chest flush against mine. Capturing my mouth once more, he devoured my lips hungrily, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth. I could taste the faint, rich tang of expensive rum on his breath.

He trailed a path of burning kisses down my jaw, over my collarbone, and down to the swell of my chest. Suddenly, I gasped as he pushed my lace panties aside and aligned his throbbing manhood directly against my bare skin, sliding between my folds.

The friction was dizzying, sending electric shocks straight through my nervous system.

“Caleb... if you keep doing that... I’m going to lose my mind!” I cried out, my head rolling back into the pillow.

“Then beg me to explore inside you,” he growled.

I had completely lost the ability to think rationally. All I could feel was the overwhelming, explosive pleasure radiating through my body as he pounded his hard manhood against me, grinding skin-to-skin while my wrists remained pinned above my head.

I desperately wished the handcuffs weren’t there so I could wrap my arms around his neck.

He reached up, cupping my breast through my top, his thumb rubbing over my hardened peak before taking it directly into his mouth through the fabric.

“Ah... Caleb... I... I can’t...” I whimpered as he sucked firmly.

He picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder against my damp skin, driving me higher and higher toward the edge.

“Ugh, Lauren... you’re so hot... so much better than any other woman,” he groaned, coming back up to capture my lips in a bruised kiss.

“Caleb... wait! Something is happening... I think... I think I need to pee!” I gasped frantically.

“That’s not pee, baby... that’s your orgasm. Let it go,” he growled, burying his face in my neck as he gave one final, powerful grind against my core.

A loud, shattering moan tore from my throat as a wave of intense pleasure washed over my entire body, causing my thighs to tremble uncontrollably.

“f**k, I’m so close, Lauren... ugh! God... you’re amazing...” he grunted, untying the necktie from my eyes.

Light flooded my vision. I blinked, coming face-to-face with Caleb—his hair messy, his brow slicked with sweat, his dark eyes glowing with satisfaction.

He hovered over me as he quickly unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists. The moment my hands were free, I instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, burying my face in his chest as my body came down from the intense high.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head softly.

“You’re so heavy, you jerk!” I mumbled into his shoulder. “I can’t breathe!”

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled, pushing himself up.

He stood up beside the bed, completely unbothered by his bare frame, his broad chest and defined abs on full display.

“Like what you see?” he teased, catching me staring.

My face flushed crimson, and I instantly threw my hands over my face.

“Your overtime is complete,” he announced casually.

What kind of overtime was that?! My jaw dropped. That counts as work hours?!

I looked down at myself, my outfit disheveled and my inner thighs completely slick.

“What?! You’re just going to leave me like this?!” I yelled at him.

“Of course not. Unless you want more? I can easily go ten rounds.”

“T-Ten rounds?!” I squeaked, my voice cracking.

He stepped back toward the bed, leaving very little to the imagination.