“So you plan on frustrating me to death?” I asked, propping myself up on one elbow as he stood and peeled off his sword, boots, and jerkin. He stood in the billowing shirt and leather pants. “Oooh. I take it back. This part is nice. Go on, please.”
“Er…” He hesitated. “Amy… I don’t want you to be disappointed. You remember the blond version of me? Well, the rest of me doesn’t look like him any more than my head does.”
I smiled. “Corbin, I want you, not your idea of a woman’s fantasy. Now shuck those clothes and start pleasuring me, because I’m about to go up in smoke if you don’t.”
He hesitated for another second, then pulled his shirt off, quickly undoing the buttons on his pants. I rolled onto my side and smiled again, allowing my eyes to enjoy the view. He wasn’t nearly as muscle-bound as the blond version, and he had a cute little smidgen of softness around his belly that melted me, but I had absolutely no complaints.
“I’m sorry, I’m working on that,” he said, his hands splaying across his stomach. “Too much time sitting in front of the computer.”
“I happen to think you’re very sexy, with or without clothes, although right now I admit to having a preference for the without version. I approve of your chest hair, by the way.”
“Ah. Good.” He brushed a self-conscious hand across his chest.
“You’re not too hairy, but you don’t look like a plucked chicken, either. And I like your stomach. And your arms, and legs and… er… everything else. But I do have a question.”
He looked down at himself. “Seven inches, I think. I haven’t measured lately.”
I laughed, giving myself a moment to admire his seven inches, standing proudly at attention. “That wasn’t what I meant, although I appreciate the specifics. I wanted to know how you managed to make me look like I really look? I know you must have scanned yourself into the game, but you didn’t know me.”
“I wondered when you’d ask that,” he said with a little smile, moving to the end of the bed. He held out his hand. I rolled onto my back and gave him my foot. He pulled my boot off, his fingers stroking down my ankles and the top of my foot. My leg twitched.
“Ticklish?” he asked.
“Very.”
“Ah.” He avoided touching the sensitive bottom of my foot, bending over to kiss the inside of my ankle. A little shiver ran through me. “I didn’t scan myself into the computer, as a matter of fact. You’re telling me what you look like.”
He pulled off my second boot, giving that foot a kiss as well. Warmth pooled inside me, spreading slowly along my limbs.
“I am?” My voice was squeaky, but I didn’t care. Corbin climbed onto the bed, carefully moving my legs to kneel between my feet, his hands warm on my calves as they swept up toward my knees.
“Yes, you are. Your brain is sending every human player in the game an image of yourself. I’m doing the same. So in effect, you’re seeing me as I see myself, and I’m seeing the you that you see.”
“Oh, God. I need to lose ten pounds, and my boobs are too small, and my hips are too big, and we won’t go into the cellulite that I just know is growing even as we speak!”
He laughed, then stopped, frowning as he looked down at me.
“What?” I almost shrieked. “You can see the cellulite?”
“No, silly.” He flashed me a grin, then got off the bed, squatting next to it as he opened one of the drawers built into the bedstead. “I just thought that since we were doing pirate and the vixen, we might as well do it properly.” He held up a handful of navy bandanas. “You did say I could do whatever I wanted?”
“Yeeeees,” I said slowly.
“Good.” He returned to the foot of the bed, quickly tying a bandana around first my ankle, then the bottom corner of the bed frame. I looked in growing surprise from my bound foot to him as he quickly whipped another bandana around my second foot.
“You’re tying me down?”
“Aye.” He grinned up at me as he spread my legs, secured the other end of the bandana to the bed, adjusting the knot so it wouldn’t press on my foot. I had a brief moment of concern that when my clothes were off, all my secrets would be laid bare in that position, but I decided he’d see it all anyway, so what did it matter?
“That’s bondage, isn’t it? I’ve never done bondage,” I said, testing the bonds.
“Certainly never the first time with a man.”
“Neither have I, but somehow, it seems appropriate that we should do something utterly out of character. Is the cloth tied too tightly?”
I wiggled my foot around again. “No. But it’s very… well, kinky, Corbin.”
“Do you want me to stop?” His grin faded. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
