Why me?

This is an excerpt from a story I was writing and abandoned months ago.  The story itself isn't salvageable, but certain pieces of it may be.  This is one of my favorites.
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“Why me?”

 

“Because, Olivia, you are different.”  Jacob circled her, stopping behind her back where she could no longer see him.  She started to turn around, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her. 

“When I came in to speak with the hiring manager that day, I had an entirely different resource in mind and then I saw you.”  His hands moved as he spoke, adjusting the tension in the rope around her wrists and forearms, pulling it tighter, forcing her back to arch as her arms were pulled closer together behind her back.  She sighed in mounting relief as she waited for him to continue.

“You were getting coffee in the kitchen.  In a room full of people coming in, greeting each other, chatting, you were completely alone.  A compact, self-contained powder keg of unexploded tension, practically radiating spiky waves warding others off.  I don’t think you even noticed people moving out of your way.  You are used to that, aren't you?  You glanced at me as you passed by on your way out, do you remember?”  Jacob paused, giving Olivia a chance to answer but she just shook her head, the feelings coursing through her making it difficult to think let alone remember.

Jacob continued working the rope, layering and twisting as Olivia began to drift, relaxing into the strands and the safety they provided.  Her eyes closed as she prepared to float, but Jacob wasn't done yet.

 

“It doesn’t matter, you were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, I doubt you saw anything around you.  But you see me now, don’t you?”  Again he paused, waiting, his hand resting lightly between her straining shoulder blades. The feel of his warm palm on cool skin sent shivers of impatience down Olivia's back.  She whimpered softly and pressed back against his hand, urging him to keep going. 

“Don’t you?”  Suddenly, it was no longer a question, it was a command.  Still she remained stubbornly silent. The feel of rope coiling around her limbs and beginning to snake around her torso was intoxicating, making her reckless.

“Answer me.” Jacob’s fingers tangled in the curls on the back of her head, tugging on them, bringing up her face. 

A shudder ran through her, warring sensations of pain and arousal settling deep in her belly as her eyes sought him out. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, what?”

“Yes, Sir, I see you now,” her lower lip trembled, the pressure in her scalp bringing unwanted tears to her eyes.  Instantly the pressure eased and blood rushed back in, heating her face.  His fingers massaged the spot, sending darts of pleasure through her entire body as her eyes drifted shut.

“Good girl.”