Page 29 of The Starlet

“Don’t do anything else that can be deemed as stupid, and I think we can forget it. You have a guard that’s coming out next week. Elena made a few calls today,” he smirks.

I roll my eyes. “Great. Can you make sure no one knows I’m being followed though? If the guy knows, we’ll never catch him.”

Jimmy agrees, and I walk back to my room to change for dinner. Elena wanted a night out, and I promised to deliver. I also plan on upholding my promise to tie her down, so I found an online specialty shop yesterday and put in a rush order. Grabbing the box, I rip open the tape and take out the bed restraints I ordered. It’s amazing how fast something can be shipped now. I also ordered a few other items I’m hoping we’ll get to enjoy.

I want her to be comfortable, so I opted for the padded leather cuffs and braided nylon straps. That way, there is still some pull, but it’s comfortable and won’t leave any marks on her skin. After setting it up, I rub my chin as I picture her strapped down to my bed, helpless. Maybe dinner isn’t such a good idea after all.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, so I go to open it. Elena stands there, a big smile on her face, and Jimmy turns to leave us alone. He promised I could be alone with her tonight after I promised I wouldn’t attack anyone else without proof as to who they are.

“You look stunning, Elena. Come in. I have something I want to show you.”

She steps through the threshold and gasps when she sees the restraints set up.

I step up to her and grasp her shoulders, dipping my lips to her ear. “I told you I was going to tie you down.” I nip her ear, and she bites her lower lip, letting out a soft moan. I grow hard just thinking about how beautiful she’ll look strapped to my bed. She reaches her hand back and cups me, massaging her fingers over my bulge.

“You know, we don’t have to go to dinner.”

I turn her around and look down into her eyes. Her pupils have grown, and she’s breathing a little heavier.I want nothing more than to forget dinner, but she needs a night out.

“No. We’re going to dinner. I bought a few other things. Care to see?”

Her eyes light up, and she smiles as she nods. I open the end table to show her the other things I thought might be fun. She holds up a silicone piece that’s shaped like a U, presses the button, and her eyes grow wide as it hums to life.

“Does it have a remote?”

I nod, pulling it out of the drawer.

She quirks her eyebrow, a hidden smirk gracing her lips. “Wanna have some fun tonight?”

And I’m dead.

She puts the vibrator on and hands me the remote. I place it in my pocket, and it feels like a lead brick.Does she have any idea what she’s started?I’m going to play with her and edge her all night. She’s going to be begging for me to put her out of her misery.

We are seated in a quiet booth in the back where, with a little luck, no one will bother us. We place an order for a bottle of wine, and the fun begins. I reach into my pocket and press the on button. Her eyes widen, and she adjusts how she’s sitting. I have it on the lowest setting, just testing the waters on it.

“I don’t want you to come here. When you get close, I want you to tell me so I can stop it, okay?”

She nods and takes a sip of her wine.

I press the button again to shut it off. She sighs, and we continue with our conversation. The waiter comes and goes, taking our dinner orders, and I turn it back on. I’m curious as to what the wave setting is and decide to try that next.

The color rises to her cheeks, and after a minute, her breathing changes. She keeps licking her lips and smiling at me.

“Enjoying it?”

She hums. “So much. I like this setting more. It’s strong then soft, better for edging. I’m going to come soon though.”

I turn it off again and give her a few minutes to regain her composure. We do this throughout dinner, but each time I turn it on, the length of time gets shorter.She’s got to be soaked now.Dinner is done, and we both decline dessert. I pay the check and help her up from her seat.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asks as I start it up again.

I place my hand at the small of her back and weave her past the tables and into the street before I answer. “You have no idea what this is doing to me. It’s been torture watching you squirm in your seat all night.”

We step to the curb to wait for our ride, and notice a few people with cameras snapping pictures of us. One or two are fans with their phones, but there are some paparazzi present, too.Shit.I know how much she wants to keep things between us quiet. I drop my hand from her back, and she turns her head to look at me.

I point to the cameras and she nods her understanding. She takes a step away from me, and I’m bereft. I’ve been so close to her all night that even this small distance feels like miles between us.

Elena Conners has become my own personal drug.If this is what it’s like to be an addict, I never want to quit.