Authors: Sabrina Paige
Taming Blaze
Copyright © 2014 by Sabrina Paige
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This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All characters are over the age of 18.
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Warning: This book contains mature content, including graphic sex and language as well as abusive situations. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.
Chapter One: Running Home(Dani)
Chapter Three: Stranded (Dani)
Chapter Four
: Surprised (Blaze)
Chapter Five
: The First Time (Dani)
Chapter Seven
: The Cabin (Dani)
Chapter Eight
: Keeping His Distance (Blaze)
Chapter Nine
: Paternal Secrets (Dani)
Chapter Ten
: Revelations (Blaze)
Chapter Eleven
: The Calm Before the Storm (Dani)
Chapter Thirteen
: The Truth (Dani)
Chapter Fourteen
: The Plan (Blaze)
I listened to his heart beat, felt the rise and fall of his breath in the darkness, knowing he was mine. This man had sworn to protect me, this man who now possessed me, body and soul. This was the man I would own from the moment he looked at me, his gaze angry and unyielding. The first time his eyes met mine, I knew it, deep within me. I didn’t regret any
part of the winding journey on which our love had taken us. My only regret was that it was going to get us both killed.
"Oh yeah, Dani, that's good." Billy leaned in close and kissed me. When he pulled back, I saw them- his pupils, dilated as big as saucers. I didn't realize he had taken anything. I guess I should have known something was off when he went to the bathroom after I helped him tie me to the bed. Billy was not one to keep a girl waiting.
"Billy, what did you take?" My words were punctuated with ragged breath as he thrust himself inside me, my body resp
onding to the familiarity of him inside me.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Don’t ruin it, baby.” He kissed my neck, teeth dragging
across my skin, and I felt a rush of pain when he twisted my nipple between his fingers. Heat flowed through me as my body responded to his movements, but my thoughts were racing, detached from my physical reaction.
This was dangerous, being tied up in my apartment,
with Billy as high as a kite.
Shit.
"Billy," I said, trying to make my voice sound lighthearted, not whiny. "We agreed not to take anything if either of us was going to be tied up, remember?" Not after that time in St. Barth’s, the time he had gotten stoned and crazy, leaving marks on my arms where he grabbed me.
"Don't worry so much," he said. "Relax."
His movements grew faster, increasingly intense, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. He had a way of bringing me close, so quickly. Our sex had always been explosive, fireworks from the very first time.
Don't be paranoid,
I told myself.
He won't do anything. It's a little coke, that's all. He may be wild, but he’s not a psychopath.
Even so, I tested the restraints around my wrists, the rope he had ordered from Japan, the most expensive he could find. Only the best of everything for Billy. T
hat's how things went when you were a Randolph, a member of one of those iconic families, like the Rockefellers or the Kennedys.
Billy
gathered momentum, and I began to lose myself in his touch. I started to let go, even though I was scared- or maybe because I was afraid. I struggled against the restraints half-heartedly, the ties cutting into my wrists.
He’s a hook-up, not some abusive boyfriend. Everything will be fine.
I was close to orgasm when he put his mouth near my ear, his breath warm on me. "You'll feel more relaxed soon," he said. "I put a little something extra in your drink." Then I started to panic.
"Shit, Billy, what are you talking about?"
It was like he didn't hear me. “Have you ever been choked?” he asked.
“I’m not into that kind of thing, Billy. I think you should untie me.”
His being here was a bad idea; doing this was a bad idea.
But he kept going. “Shut up,” he said. “You’re mine, you know.
I can do anything I want to you.” Why had I let him use actual cord to tie me up? Why hadn’t we used the silk ties we’d used before, something that had a little more give, something I could slip out of?
“Say it,” he said, slapping me hard across the face, my
skin stinging where he struck me.
“I’m yours,” I said.
He's crazy.
“You’re mine. I own you.” His eyes were glazed, unfocused, and I wasn’t even sure he was seeing me. That was when I felt real fear, for the first time since I had been out of my father’s house.
“I’m yours, Billy,” I said. He put his hand around my neck, and my mind raced.
I’m going to die here,
I realized.
Stanford Senior Murdered in Apartment: Kinky Sex Crime- that’s what the headlines will read. I'm too fucking young to die.
“Billy, please,” I begged. “Please don’t.”
Tears streamed down my face, warm on my skin.
He ignored me, bringing his othe
r hand to my neck, his expression dark.
“You'll love it,” he whispered, hands soft against my skin. Softer than they should be for someone
who was about to choke me.
“Billy, don't. I don't like it. Stop.” I could barely get out the words, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t hear me.
“Do you think you might die?" Then he squeezed. Fear coursed through my body, my vision blurring at the edges as my air supply was cut off. I could feel him inside me, his face over me, yet he seemed far away. Before I felt myself slip into darkness, I had a memory of going to a palm reader when I was sixteen, of sitting across from her while she traced her finger down my hand and told me I would live until I was seventy.
I guess she was wrong.
Sunlight. It took my brain a minute to register that I was not actually dead. I gulped, deep breaths of air I pulled down into my lungs. I had been freed. The cord was cut from where it was attached to the headboard, but the rope was still attached to my wrists, a kitchen knife t
ossed carelessly on the floor.
Billy was passed out beside me on the bed, his breath heavy as he slept.
I have to get out of here.
I stood and
walked slowly to the bathroom. My legs felt like lead. I stopped short when I saw myself in the mirror. My hair was wild and disheveled, like I had been mugged. It was someone else looking back; this girl, the one with the welts on her neck, was not me. My fingers traced the red marks on my neck where Billy's hands had been. Those would bruise.
My father will kill him.
Then this sense of calm flowed through me, like I'd taken a Valium or something- or whatever the hell Billy had given me last night to "relax."
As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, I went about my morning routine, showering and applying makeup, attempting to dot on a layer of concealer over the marks on my neck. I was eerily calm, detached, like Billy had not just wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed. As if he
had not just tried to kill me.
I folded clothes carefully, put them in the Louis Vuitton duffle, periodically glancing at Billy just lying there
asleep. It would be so easy to pick up the knife and plunge it into his chest. Instead, I slid it under the cords still looped around my wrists, the ugly welts underneath leaving a reminder of what had happened. It wasn’t like I’d be able to easily forget.
Slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder, I gave the apartment one last glance. It was probably a mistake leaving him here in my place, but it couldn't be helped. I scooped up his clothes, phone, and wallet, removing the cash before I tossed the rest of it in a dumpster in the parking lot. I'm not sure why I took his stuff. It’s not like he couldn’t get new everything; his family
had more money than God. At least it would inconvenience him.
I tied a scarf around my hair, matching the one already around my neck, and got the fuck out of there.
“Daddy?” I pressed the cell phone close to my ear, cupped my hand around it, hoping he wouldn’t hear the sounds of traffic passing. I had pulled off on a side road on the way out of town, so traffic was minimal, but still, my father was a perceptive man.
“Dani? Don’t you have finals this week?” He asked the question like any of my friends’ fathers would, their doctor, lawyer, hedge fund manager fathers. Except my father was not the doctor-l
awyer-hedge fund manager type.
“Yeah, finals.” My voice faltered.
Tell him you finished early. Tell him what happened. Tell him you’re on your way home.
“Listen, Dani,” he said, before I could confess.
“Something’s happened.”
My heart leapt. Did he know about Billy? He couldn’t, could he? My father was omnipresent, everywhere
; I would never escape his grasp.
“Daddy, I-”
“No,” he said. “Don’t even start arguing with me. I’m sending someone for you.”
“What? No.” Had he been spying on me, bugged my place? I wou
ldn’t put it past him. That sounded exactly like something he would do.
“Don’t say anything until I finish. It’s important. It’s about the man who killed your mother.”
“What are you talking about?”
No, no, no. This is not happening.
“He’s in prison. You said.” Not that I’d ever believed that story, even when I was fourteen. My father would have killed him.
A Cuban necktie,
I’d heard him say back then. He didn’t think I knew what it meant.
“You’re in danger.
Threats have been made.” There were always threats.
“I don’t need an escort
,” I said. At least not from one of his thugs.
“This is non-negotiable.” Nothing was ever negotiable with my father. He would control everything in my life, always. It was a fact.
“I’m not finished with finals for a few days yet.” It just came out.
Lying to him is dangerous,
I reminded myself.
Just tell him now. You’ll have to tell him when you get there. He’ll be livid.
“
I’m sending someone tomorrow.”
“I’m twenty-o
ne. I don’t need an escort,” I protested. I’d be home by the time he found out I was lying. The last thing on earth I was going to do was sit around here and wait, in the same place where Billy had tried to kill me.
“End of discussion, Dani.”