Free The Man of my Dreams by Gladys Quintal Page B

worried he could hear it too. But he was much too focused on the task at hand. He very carefully undid each button and then softly slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders. They fell down, resting on her hips. His eyes were glued to her breasts and his hands trembled slightly. He reached behind her and expertly undid her bra and slowly pulled it forward and then pulled the straps down each arm. As his gaze fixed on her naked breasts she was more than a little terrified of what he would do next.
    “So beautiful, as I always knew they'd be,” he sighed and looked up at her face.
    She looked into his eyes and tried to smile, feeling very self-conscious and literally stripped bare. He lifted her to her feet and her dress fell to the ground. Luckily she wasn’t really showing and he didn’t notice that her stomach was slightly rounded. She was certain the pregnancy would have angered him. He slipped his thumbs inside her panties and gently pulled them down and then sat her down again as he pulled them over her feet. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity transfixed on her nakedness. She shivered and he noticed it.
    “Oh, I'm sorry! Of course you must be getting cold.” He bent down and scooped her up into his arms again and lowered her down into the bath. “You have a nice soak there while I go and get everything ready.”
    He bent down and kissed her on the forehead and then walked out, closing the door behind him. Get everything ready? Get what ready? What has he got planned for me? She placed her hands over her stomach as if protecting her unborn child. Maybe your father will save us if he really is the Ghost. God, I hope someone can save us!
     
    He unlocked the bedroom and walked in. It was exactly as he had left it earlier today and he really didn’t need to do anything to get it ready for her. The bed was beautiful, cast iron head and tail boards each fitted with shackles to constrain his guests. The bedding was immaculate. Clean and wrinkle free and of course the sheets were tucked in using hospital corners. The quilt was eider down with an intricately crocheted white cover. His tool box was on the bedside table, open and ready to use. The picture of his dead mother and stepfather sat proudly in a frame next to it. All around the walls were his trophy pictures of his previous “relationships.” He hoped Cassandra would not be jealous. She had no reason to be, as he was positive that after tonight she would be his goddess and all those other faceless pictures would mean nothing to him. His excitement was growing again and he knew the time was right to go and get her out of the bath. He was ready for bed. He closed the toolbox, not wanting to spoil the surprise then hurried to the bathroom.

Chapter 18
    Into the Lion's Den
     
    The door to the bathroom opened and in he came, looking just like the cat that swallowed the canary. He bent down and pulled the plug out of the bath to let the water drain, then helped her out and started to dry her. Her head was spinning. What was next? There seemed to be no visible way out of this. Every window she'd seen had bars on the outside and all the doors deadlocked without the keys left in. No one escaped him. He made bloody sure of that. He wrapped the towel around her and led her out into the hall and down to his bedroom.
    All the time her head was screaming Run! Run! But run where? There was no way out and he would catch her easily . . . and then his mood would change. At the moment he was kind and attentive and she didn’t want to anger him. She had the baby to think about. If possible, she wanted them both to survive this. They stopped outside his bedroom. He looked down at her and smiled.
    “Ready?” he said.
    “ Ready for what ?” Her head screamed but she nodded her head and tried not to look too terrified.
    He opened the door.
    At first she thought it looked okay. The bed looked lovely and room was very clean. But as she looked closer at the bed