"Good girl."His hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip."Tonight is about trust.Can you give me that?"
My heart races, but I nod."Yes."
The cold surface against my back must be the St.Andrew's cross.His hands guide my arms upward, and I feel the soft leather cuffs encircle my wrists.The click of each buckle sends a thrill down my spine.
"Spread your legs."
I comply, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he secures my ankles as well.Bound, blind, and completely at his mercy.It should terrify me.Instead, I feel my shoulders relax, my mind already beginning to quiet.
"You're beautiful like this.Open, vulnerable, and trusting."
His words wash over me like warm honey, and I arch slightly against the restraints.The leather holds firm, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
"I'm going to touch you now," he says, his voice closer."Slowly.I want to feel every reaction."
His palm settles on my stomach, just below my ribs.My muscles flutter under his touch.He doesn't move for a long moment, just lets me feel the weight and warmth of his hand.
"Breathe," he commands softly.
I hadn't realized I was holding my breath.I exhale shakily, my chest rising and falling as I try to center myself.
His hand begins to move, tracing lazy patterns across my skin.Up along my ribs, down to my hip bone, across my lower belly.Never quite touching where I want him most, but close enough to make me squirm.
"Be still," he commands, and my body obeys even as my mind races.
His fingertips trace the curve of my breast, circling slowly inward until he brushes against my nipple.I gasp at the contact, the sensation heightened by my blindness.
"So responsive," he murmurs, pinching lightly."I've thought about this all week.Having you here, bound for me."
His other hand mirrors the first, both thumbs now teasing my nipples into hard peaks.My back arches involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
His hands leave my breasts, and I whimper at the loss.I hear him move away, his footsteps muffled on the carpet.A drawer opens and closes.My pulse quickens, wondering what he's retrieving.
"This might be cold at first," he warns.
Something smooth and cool trails along my shoulder blade.
Chapter 22
Skye
Ice.
I gasp as the ice cube traces a path down between my breasts, leaving a trail of water that feels like fire against my heated skin.He follows the melting trail with his tongue, the contrast between cold and warm making me shudder against the restraints.
"Please," I breathe, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Please, what?"His voice is rough, commanding.The ice finds the small of my back, then disappears.I hear it hit the floor with a soft clink.
"I don't know," I admit, my head falling back against the cross.
"That's exactly where I want you.Lost.Desperate.Ready to let me decide what you need."
His hands return to my body, this time without warning.One cups my breast while the other slides down my stomach, lower, until his fingers brush through the soft curls between my thighs.I cry out at the contact, my hips jerking forward despite the restraints.
"So wet already," he murmurs, his finger barely grazing my slick folds."Tell me who you belong to tonight."
"You," I gasp as he circles my clit with the barest pressure."I belong to you."
