Unbidden Love (Book Five of the Bidden Series) Read Online Free
Author: Crystal Cierlak
Tags: Romance
forward slightly in her seat, pen resting in her fingers as she cupped her chin.
"Yes. After that night I never thought I would see him again. But five months later I did, and since then my life has not been the same."
Doctor Brown set down her pen and consulted something on the wall behind Natalie's head, a clock presumably. "Natalie, we are almost out of time for today. I would like for us to talk about-“ the doctor briefly consulted her notes, “-Audra the next time you are scheduled to see me. How does that sound?"
"Sure," Natalie nodded.
Doctor Brown smiled warmly. "Great. Have any exciting plans for the weekend?"
"Working all night," Natalie replied automatically. Her only plan past the next morning was relaxation in the form of sleep, wine, and shopping.
"You must be very dedicated to your job. You co-founded your own new media agency, correct?"
"Yes, but this work isn't for that. Not exactly."
"How do you mean?"
Something inside Natalie told her to withhold the truth from the therapist. She was not at liberty to divulge certain secrets, but then again she had already shared the story of how she met James, and felt no judgement from the woman about her brief past as a technical prostitute. If she had hoped to receive any kind of help out of talking to a professional, honesty was going to have to be the policy, no matter how much it hurt.
“I have put myself in the auction for tonight. I am going to be Candidate Four again.”
CHAPTER THREE
"It really is such a shame that more women do not wear stockings." Natalie skimmed the delicate silk hosiery up over her calves, knees, and up towards her thighs. "I much prefer them to their pantyhose contemporaries. Did you know stockings were originally made from thicker fabric and worn by men?"
She glanced in the direction of her companion - naked as the day he was born - the shocking blue color of the soft rope that bound his hands up above his head contrasting nicely against the dove grey headboard they were tied to. A silk scarf in a matching blue wrapped around his mouth preventing him from speaking. And though his legs were spread and equally bound with the same soft rope, they were weakened with use.
"As far back as the twelfth century in Europe men were wearing stockings. Of course stockings themselves date back to antiquity. But these days they are more of a beautiful novelty than anything else. Is that why you like them so much, Albert?"
Albert Packard was one of the richest politicians in the country. Powerful, too. His full head of raven black hair was ordinarily gelled back so it appeared sleek and neat, but for her it was tousled and mussed. And never was there a bigger fan of the three-piece suit than Albert, although he had long since abandoned the one he arrived in for the suit he was born in. He boasted about family values the way some people boasted about being vegan or gluten-free, as though it was some pious badge of honor that pardoned their judgement of the behavior of others. What the public did not know about Albert Packard, however, was that he liked to rub himself off to pretty women while tied up to the bed.
The man's head nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving her as she pranced around the room with an exaggerated swish of her hips. Once the stockings were secured to their matching black garter, Natalie slipped her feet into a pair of black leather Louboutins, smiling at the insta-height they granted her.
"I like them, too." She coquettishly brushed her fingertips against the taut pink ends of her breasts and let her eyes close, thickened lashes fluttering against her high cheek bones. When she opened her eyes again they went immediately to Albert's growing erection. She pursed her lips and crossed silently to the bed, taking a seat next to him - just out of reach, even if his hands were not tied up above his head.
"Again?" she asked sweetly, smiling as he nodded his head through closed eyes as though being relieved of some
"Yes. After that night I never thought I would see him again. But five months later I did, and since then my life has not been the same."
Doctor Brown set down her pen and consulted something on the wall behind Natalie's head, a clock presumably. "Natalie, we are almost out of time for today. I would like for us to talk about-“ the doctor briefly consulted her notes, “-Audra the next time you are scheduled to see me. How does that sound?"
"Sure," Natalie nodded.
Doctor Brown smiled warmly. "Great. Have any exciting plans for the weekend?"
"Working all night," Natalie replied automatically. Her only plan past the next morning was relaxation in the form of sleep, wine, and shopping.
"You must be very dedicated to your job. You co-founded your own new media agency, correct?"
"Yes, but this work isn't for that. Not exactly."
"How do you mean?"
Something inside Natalie told her to withhold the truth from the therapist. She was not at liberty to divulge certain secrets, but then again she had already shared the story of how she met James, and felt no judgement from the woman about her brief past as a technical prostitute. If she had hoped to receive any kind of help out of talking to a professional, honesty was going to have to be the policy, no matter how much it hurt.
“I have put myself in the auction for tonight. I am going to be Candidate Four again.”
CHAPTER THREE
"It really is such a shame that more women do not wear stockings." Natalie skimmed the delicate silk hosiery up over her calves, knees, and up towards her thighs. "I much prefer them to their pantyhose contemporaries. Did you know stockings were originally made from thicker fabric and worn by men?"
She glanced in the direction of her companion - naked as the day he was born - the shocking blue color of the soft rope that bound his hands up above his head contrasting nicely against the dove grey headboard they were tied to. A silk scarf in a matching blue wrapped around his mouth preventing him from speaking. And though his legs were spread and equally bound with the same soft rope, they were weakened with use.
"As far back as the twelfth century in Europe men were wearing stockings. Of course stockings themselves date back to antiquity. But these days they are more of a beautiful novelty than anything else. Is that why you like them so much, Albert?"
Albert Packard was one of the richest politicians in the country. Powerful, too. His full head of raven black hair was ordinarily gelled back so it appeared sleek and neat, but for her it was tousled and mussed. And never was there a bigger fan of the three-piece suit than Albert, although he had long since abandoned the one he arrived in for the suit he was born in. He boasted about family values the way some people boasted about being vegan or gluten-free, as though it was some pious badge of honor that pardoned their judgement of the behavior of others. What the public did not know about Albert Packard, however, was that he liked to rub himself off to pretty women while tied up to the bed.
The man's head nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving her as she pranced around the room with an exaggerated swish of her hips. Once the stockings were secured to their matching black garter, Natalie slipped her feet into a pair of black leather Louboutins, smiling at the insta-height they granted her.
"I like them, too." She coquettishly brushed her fingertips against the taut pink ends of her breasts and let her eyes close, thickened lashes fluttering against her high cheek bones. When she opened her eyes again they went immediately to Albert's growing erection. She pursed her lips and crossed silently to the bed, taking a seat next to him - just out of reach, even if his hands were not tied up above his head.
"Again?" she asked sweetly, smiling as he nodded his head through closed eyes as though being relieved of some
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