Free Save Riley by Yolanda Olson Page A

and turned my attention toward the balcony. I was fighting the urge to try and jump again. Something inside of me wanted me to run for my life, but something else inside of me, something new , wanted to experience Jax in every way possible.
    “Thinking of leaving again, are you?” he asked quietly reentering the bedroom.
    Yes. “No.”
    “Good,” he said he came up behind me and pressed his now naked body against me. “I would’ve been quite disappointed if you tried to leave me again, Riley.”
    He put one large, strong hand around my neck and gripped it tightly. I let him tilt my head up and looked at him as he moved himself so that tip of his now throbbing erection would graze my fingers. I opened my hands as best as I could and reached back for him, but he tightened his grip around my neck and stepped back.
    “I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet, Riley,” he said.
    I gurgled in response. The sudden movement caught me off guard and took my breath away. He took his hand away and sighed. I could tell that I had “disappointed” him by touching him. Even though most of me wanted to get this over with a small part of me wanted to be able to enjoy it. I didn’t know what was happening inside of me. I didn’t know why I wasn’t fighting him off.
    But all of my feelings that wanted to be with him died when I felt him starting to fit another corset around me. It was my “punishment” for touching him without permission he told me. He said because he would have to make it tighter that he knew I wouldn’t be of much use to him so I wouldn’t have to do much. Not at first; he said that if he did give me permission to touch him and if he enjoyed my hands on him, he would loosen the corset for every touch that made him feel like no other touch would ever be able to satiate him. 
    And if I failed to make him feel that touch in anyway at all, it would be “to the bottom of the Tasman Sea.”

Fourteen
    T he next morning we were sitting in the living room. I was still in my corset from the night before and Jaxton allowed me to sit on the floor next to him instead of being his footstool as usual. As he sat there eating his cereal, I kept running last night through my head over and over, trying to understand what touch I had exactly given him that had allowed me to keep my life.
    “For now, I want you to just sit there. I’ll let you know when you have permission to touch me, permission to touch yourself, and when the time comes, permission to come,” he had said.
    “How will I be able to stop something like that?” I had asked with curiosity.
    Jax had been standing next to the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, full erection still on display. I stole a glance at his rather large cock and wondered if it was going to hurt.
    “Because you’ll want to please me Riley; I can tell by the way you’re sitting there. You’re afraid that you won’t be able to and that something bad will happen if you don’t. Do you remember when I said I would never physically harm you?” I thought for a moment and nodded. “I say these things to you to see if I have your trust yet, which I don’t. So for now the one thing that I want is for you to please me; sexually.”
    I had taken a few shaky breaths. He was right. I was terrified about everything that was about to happen, but I also wanted it so badly and I didn’t know why. This was a man that used corsets to torture me, locked me in a room for days on end when I was disobedient, and used me as a piece of furniture.
    “Look at me, Riley. Do you see what you do to me already? I don’t even require a touch from you to become hard and ready to fuck,” he had said gently as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. He arched one leg and draped his arm across it, tilting his head and looking at me, tied helplessly at the end of the bed he smiled. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
    “Yes. Thank you,” I had replied, my voice