Heat

Immediately Jordan set me down on the bed in my room, I hurried to hide behind the covers.

"Take that off!" He barked at me.

"What? Why?!" I cried in horror.

"Your foot. Do you want to spend the night with bedspread covered in blood stain?" He asked me.

Right! I had forgotten all about the cut! It was still bleeding, but I had forgotten all about it. I didn't even feel that pain anymore. I could barley feel any other parts of my body or mind. The only places I felt anything at the moment was the churning in my stomach, the tightening pain of pleasure in my chest, and the continuous throbbing at my center.

I reluctantly took the blanket off, but I did hold it over my chest, to at least hide the embarrassment of my peaking nipples.

I expected Jordan to leave immediately, but he began to walk towards the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"First aid." He drawled without looking back at me, as he went on to enter the bathroom before I could say anything else.

Jordan returned with a first aid kit. I wondered if that was the only first-aid in the entire mansion, or if every bathroom just so happened to have a first aid kit in the compartment. The second option seemed the most likely.

Jordan set the first aid kit down on my bed, and stooped down by the side of the bed.

"Let me see that." He said, reaching his hand out for my leg.

I hesitated.

"You don't have to worry, I can check it out myself. Just leave the box here, and go back to..." I began to say, but Jordan interrupted me.

"This is not time to be stubborn koukla moù. You should let me see that leg if you don't want it infected by the morning." He said.

"I can do it myself. Just..." I began to say again, but Jordan ignored me, he grabbed my leg and held it in place. I tried to protest by pulling my leg away from his hold, but his grip was too strong, my struggle didn't even make any impact.

Jordan proceeded to clean the wound, and the moment the iodine coated cotton touched the surface of the wound, I was once again reminded of what pain felt like.

I let out a sharp cry and reflexively grabbed Jordan's arm. He didn't relent or acknowledge my pain, but just carried on treating the injury despite my cries.

By the time Jordan was done treating the wound, I went on holding on to his arm without even realizing it. I was hugging it so close to my chest, that his upper arm was resting between my breasts. Jordan didn't say anything either, he just sat there staring down at me until I looked up to find him looking at me.

"What?" I asked him haughtily.

"I'm done." He whispered. I kept staring at him in confusion, because I didn't realize why he had to announce that he was done. But when he did not clarify any further, I asked.

"And?"

"I would leave that arm with you if I could, because I like where it is. But I would need both my hands to return this box, you see." He drawled slowly. I looked down and for the first time, realized that I was still holding on to him. Jordan leaned closer to me until his lips were beside my ear, and he whispered mischievously. "You know, for someone who acts like she hates me so much, you seem to like my body a lot."

I hastily pulled away from him and pushed his arm away as if it were hot coal. Jordan let out a low laugh, as he maintained eye contact with me.

"Come now, koukla moù. Don't act like I am lying." He said.

"I don't know what gives you the impression, but I promise you, your intuition is so warped and ultimately false." I said, speaking from my lips and not from my brain. My brains had gone into temporary shock.

Jordan carried on laughing.

"Your lips say one thing, but your body says something else." Jordan said, looking down at my breast. I quickly folded my hands over my chest, and Jordan smirked. A hot blush began to spread allover my neck, chest and face. I wanted to disappear.

"Leave." I whispered, looking away from Jordan's eyes. Looking into those sinful eyes wasn't helping with my thoughts process. It was making it even more difficult for me to think. The words that came out of his lips were sharp and sarcastic, but the look in his eyes was seductive, arousing, alluring, and it was confusing me.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked in a voice so low that I had to look up again. "Do you really want me to leave?" He asked again.

I could have said 'yes!' immediately. I could have yelled and told him to 'get out!'. But for some reason I would never understand, I suddenly became tongue tied. It was as if Jordan had me bewitched and under his control just by looking into my eyes, because I knew in my head that I wanted to send him away, but the look in his eyes was filled with promises. It had me curious, and raptured and wanting to find the promises behind those eyes, to feel the intensity behind that look.

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead of words, a small sigh escaped my lips. Jordan must have taken this as an invitation, because he immediately pounced on me like a wild dog that had just been set free, after being restrained for way too long.

Jordan pushed me so that I fell flat across the bed, then he followed me down, laying his full weight on me. I gasped as I felt his weight. It was not out of pain, it was out of excitement for his body finally meeting mine in the way that my body had been longing for. My heart began to race so that all I could hear in my head was the sound of my heart pounding in my chest, and the rush of blood coursing through my veins.

Jordan paused only briefly to look into my eyes. He didn't look reluctant, but it felt like he was trying to hold back in that small moment. His nose flared, and he grounded his teeth in decision, as his lips traveled the rest of the distance to mine.

The moment his lips touched mine, I let out a small cry of pleasure. I didn't know when the cry left my lips, but Jordan's lips tasted so good that I couldn't help it. It tasted like it did from my dream, that day in the park. But it was even better now, as I was fully awake to savor it in reality.

I sighed in uncontrollable pleasure when Jordan put his hand behind my neck to lift me closer, as he deepened the kiss. My brain stopped working completely, and I threw my arms around him, pulling him closer, as I kissed him back, matching his energy blindly.

I heard Jordan groan low at the back of his throat as he suddenly began to sit up, bringing me along. In one quick move, I was sitting on Jordan's thighs, my legs wond around his waist where his quick hands had put them, and my center was sitting directly over his rising groin. The pace of the kiss picked up wildly, so that I couldn't match it anymore, and Jordan was in full control, having me as he pleased. Everything began to play out quickly, I could no longer keep up with the progress. I gasped in shock when Jordan pulled down the sleeves of my nightdress, baring my chest and entire upper body. He covered my small mounds with his big palms, his thumbs gently brushed over my peaking nipples. The sudden skin to skin contact made me shudder back to my senses. Things were moving too fast, faster than I had imagined, and I wanted to say so, but my lips were held captive by Jordan's. His hands moved with practice and expertise, caressing my breast. The pleasure was coming all at once, and it began to scare me. I couldn't handle the sudden burst of pleasure, I had never felt that much rush of excitement in all my life. I felt Jordan's groin continue to harden under me with each moment, poking against my center with each movement, and driving me crazy with fear and excitement. Jordan held me in place with one hand as the other came down under the skirt of my nightdress. First, he cupped my buttocks and pressed me down harder into his hard shaft, all these while, never releasing my lips. He groaned against my lips when our centers met, then his hand came around and began to travel up my inner thigh in a slow caress, until it came to rest on my center, and he swiped his fingers over my wet, sensitive middle, through my pant. I shuddered in pleasure, my breath came in quick rasps, and I dug my fingers into his skin as his fingers continued to work in slow torturous motion. Jordan laid me back against the bed, and his quick hands swiftly found their way to my waist. When he began to pull my pants down, I finally came back to my full senses, and was immediately filled with pure dread.

Yes, maybe I liked the idea of kissing Jordan, making out and having his body allover mine, but I had never imagined having sex with him!

Somehow, I just never imagined it would ever be possible. I couldn't see Jordan being so attracted to me to the extent of wanting to share bodies with me. He hated me! We wouldn't be married in the first place if he didn't hate me enough to want to remove me from his nephew's life. And I had not forgotten in a hurry that he was still the cruel beast who had kidnapped me away from my life in the guise of a sham marriage.

Even though I had been blinded by curiosity earlier, and a bit of wild passion, the possibility of actually having sex with Jordan had brought me back to my senses.

I knew I had to get away from him as soon as possible, but he wasn't relenting, and my pant was getting low and lower. I was left with no other choice, so I bit into his lower lips with all my might, until I could taste his blood on my lips.

Jordan let out a sharp cry of pain and pulled away from the kiss. I quickly used the opportunity to back away from him, moving to the far end of the bed.

Jordan did not look mad, he looked confused and surprised. He looked up at me with curious eyes.

"What was that for?" He asked, feeling his lips with his hands.

"I do not want to have sex with you. You can force me to stay here, but you can never force me to have sex with you." I said.

Jordan's eyes widened with disbelief, then he dropped his head and laughed softly. This time, he did look mad.

"Force you?" He asked.

"You kissed me without my consent." I said.

Jordan laughed again and muttered something in his native tongue. Then he looked up at me.

"Consent, you say? Koukla mou, but you wanted it too! You wanted it so badly, It was all over you. In your eyes, in your breath. You fucking kissed me back!" He said accusingly.

"I wasn't thinking right! I would never kiss you in my right mind! You forced me to stay here, I will never forget that! I will never be your prisoner and your sex slave!" I fired at him.

Jordan looked at me in silence and bewilderment for a moment. Then he finally spoke.

"I have never forced myself on any woman, and I would never force you to do anything you do not want to do. This is not covered in our agreement after all. We are just two adults being available adults." Jordan paused for a moment, then he continued. "But you are right, I should do better. I do not move like this, my bad. I promise, I will never come unto you like this again." He said, putting up his hands in mock surrender. Then he smirked wickedly. "Until you beg, that is." He added in a cold voice. "There will be a next time, and you will beg for it, I promise." He said. And with that, he got off the bed and stormed out of my room angrily.