Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

“That’s right,” I said and followed her up to her apartment. She unlocked the door and we entered the darkened apartment. When she turned on the lights, I saw it was a small flat with a tidy interior, everything nice and neat. In a huge box against the wall stood the flat screen television – plasma. It was huge. I could understand that she needed help with it. At least she’d attached the mount on the wall so all we’d have to do was lift it up and fasten it. It would be a quick job and then I’d be on my way.

I went over to the box after shucking off my boots and took a look. Lisa was off doing something and so I opened the box and pulled it out of the foam housing, waiting for her to return so we could lift it. I studied the directions and then she entered the room with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.

“Let’s have a toast,” she said, holding the bottle up. “To our year together.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I said, trying to stop my frown. What was she trying to do–ply me with liquor? Get me drunk and hope my defenses fell and I wanted to ravish her?

“Oh, come on, Drake. Be a sport. What happened to the fun guy I met at Derek’s place? I think you said you were always up for a challenge… Look,” she said and held it up. “Anisovaya. I special ordered it from Mother Russia herself. Sunita told me you drank it. Plus, I read those letters…” She raised her eyebrows.

“No, thanks,” I said and focused on the television, deliberately not responding to her.

Those goddamn letters…

I focused instead on the directions in my hand, determined to get the job done with no distractions.

“Have a drink, Drake,” she said and held out a glass.

“I said no thanks,” I said and turned to her, determined not to give in.

“And I said, drink,” she said.

“Let’s get this done. I have to go.”

“You’ll have a drink and then you’ll help me mount it. Then you can go to your precious Kate.”

I relented and took the glass, letting her fill it with Anisovaya. We shot them back and she tried to pour me more, of course, but I was too fast and she spilled it on the floor and over my hand.

“Drake,” she said, frustrated. “You’re going to toast your new baby,” she said and stepped closer to fill my glass.

“No.” I turned it upside down on the coffee table. “Let’s do this.”

She filled her own glass and downed a shot and then we went to the television and I gave directions based on reading the owner’s manual. We managed to

get it mounted and all the connections made in a very short time, so I was glad when we finally turned it on and I was able to leave.

“I’m gone,” I said and went to the door. I bent down to tie my boots, and when I stood up, she was there and bent closer, trying to kiss me on the cheek, but I was able to duck to the side, and she missed, ending up kissing empty space. She was persistent, pressing herself against me before sliding down onto her knees, her hands on my hips, her face above my crotch.

“Don’t go so fast,” she said, her voice thick. “I remember those times with you, even if you don’t remember me. You used to whisper in my ear while you tied me up, so deliberate, in control. You said things that made me feel desirable, and so safe. I read your letters online. It was like you wrote those letters for me. I’ll do anything you want, Drake. Anything.”

I backed away and took her hands, trying to pull her up but she resisted, remaining on her knees. “Lisa, this is not going to happen.”

“No one will know,” she said and slipped her arms around my legs again, her face pressed into my groin, almost frantic. “Besides, you’re the Dominant. You’re the Master. You can do what you want. Have what you want.”

“I already have what I want, Lisa. It’s Kate. As to no one knowing, I’ll know,” I said and pushed her away more firmly. “Now, I’m sorry that you hoped we could get together, but it can’t happen. Do you understand that?”

“You don’t have to have sex with me, but at least tie me up,” she said, her hands gripping my legs. “I like rope bondage. You do it really well. You used to demonstrate at parties.”

I shook my head. “I can’t,” I said and finally managed to lift her up. “I have to go.” She wouldn’t cooperate and took hold of my arms, leaning her body close.

“I have everything you need for a scene,” she said, her voice desperate now. “Blindfold, rope, and there are hooks in my bedroom if you want to do suspension. Please…”

“No,” I said firmly, pulling her hands away and turning to grab the door handle. I managed to get the door opened and slipped out as fast as I could, relief flooding over me that she was on one side of the doorway and I on the other.

“It’s not cheating if there’s no sex,” she said, her hands on her hips.

“It would be cheating, Lisa,” I said and adjusted my jacket. “It’s not going to happen.”

I backed away, my hands up to ward her off. She had this desperate pleading expression on her face.