since the moment Franklin found you lying on our bed.”
My breath hitches in my throat whilst my skin covers in goosebumps at his words. I pull on the restraints but only manage to make the fur covering me slip lower until it’s barely covering my very erect nipples. Berrin licks his lips and they glisten with wetness as he parts them on a seductive smile.
“There’s no point in struggling,” he mutters.
“You won’t hurt me.” I murmur, feeling certain of that fact. He’s protected me from Franklin, from Mathieson, until now.
“You seem so certain…”
“I am.” I know I’m right, just like I know that Franklin loves to eat pussy most of all and Mathieson is turned on the most by my tears and the red flush of skin as he spanks me.
“Darling, you don’t know me,” he mutters, as his thumb trails over my bottom lip.
“I think I know you very well, actually.”
“Yeah?” he retorts, his black pupils widening as my tongue slides around the tip of his thumb and my lips draw it into my mouth. Warmth floods my core as I suck on his thick thumb. We lock gazes and heat flares between us. “Fuck,” he grinds out, pulling his thumb from my mouth. I feel the trail of wetness as he drags it over my chin, along my jaw and down my neck before resting his palm across my upper chest, just above my breasts.
“Why are you pretending we’re strangers?” I throw back. I may not fully remember everything, but I do know this, Berrin and I have been intimate on numerous occasions. My body knows it, my subconscious too, even if my conscious thoughts haven’t yet caught up with that fact. I just wish all my memories would return. I need to understand what’s going on.
“We’ve never met before,” he insists, his pinkie finger sliding beneath the fur covering my naked body. He doesn’t remove his gaze from mine, and I swear, he’s either the best liar or suffering from some kind of memory loss himself.
“We have,” I whisper, clenching my thighs together to try and soothe the growing ache between my legs at his gentle touch. The chains rattle as I move.
Berrin shakes his head. “I think I’d remember this, darling.”
For just a moment I’m completely distracted by his finger sliding over the mound of my breast and teasing my erect nipple. That simple movement has my body jerking and my mouth parting as the same insane lust that took over me yesterday rears its head once more. It's not as potent but it’s there, simmering within my core.
“My body remembers you,” I pant, arching my back, tugging on the restraints.
“It can’t.” He frowns, shifting closer, a flop of brown hair falling in front of his eyes. If I could tug it, I would.
“It does. You’ve touched me before, fucked me before. Please just be honest with me. Stop playing games and help me to remember. Why would I want your touch, dream about it if we didn’t know each other? Explain that to me.”
He shrugs. “I’ve no idea. None.”
“Yet, I know it’s true. I was drawn to this village, to your home, to you three. I was wearing your jacket with a note folded in the pocket on your headed paper. It means something. Please, just be honest with me.”
Berrin brushes his hand lower, cupping my breast now. “I am being honest. Honest enough to say that I shouldn’t be touching you this way, but I can’t fucking stop. Honest enough to say that I’m losing my restraint. Franklin and Mathieson should never have left you with me. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve touched a woman,” he grinds out.
“Yet your hand feels familiar. This is familiar,” I say, gripping hold of the cool metal chains with my fingers and pulling on them. “You’ve restrained me before…”
My voice trails off as Berrin squeezes my breast in his large hand. “I’ve done this?” he asks, his voice gravelly, low, as he captures his lips between his teeth.
“Yes,” I breathe. Fuck, this man is beautiful, and right now I’m willing to let go of his lies if he'd only just take me.
“And this?” he asks, pulling the fur lower, revealing my breasts and stomach before leaning over and capturing my nipple in his mouth. His mouth is hot, his tongue and teeth both soft and sharp. The perfect combination as he sucks on my nipple then gently scrapes his teeth over the erect bud.
“Yes,” I pant