Being stroked and choked by Jamie was a whole other level. One thatworkedfor me.
Is this what I like? When he first put his fingers over my neck, I was scared. I can’t understand how that turned into my coming.
I collect my clothes from the floor.
“What’s your mobile number, Sauce?”
As I hook my bra, I rattle off the digits. Jamie programs my number into his phone, then drops it on the bed so he can pull on his pants.
When I finish dressing, I check my phone. No messages. Not even one from him so I’ll have his number. I want to ask him about it, but hesitate. There’s something deeper at play that I want to talk about first. Things like… what’s in store for me when we have sex again. And can that happen soon because the anticipation and suspense might kill me.
I stare at his bare chest. He’s like a piece of art.
What in the AF do I say to him?I had a really good time as your sex slave. Can’t wait to do it again. For fuck’s sake.
Be casual. Like him.As I stroll to the door, I don’t make eye contact. “Okay, see you later.”
“Hold on.” He moves in my way, putting an end to my awkward escape.
My eyes lock on his throat, causing heat to rush to my face. He choked me, and I liked it, and he knows. It’sa lotfor a first hookup.
“Look at me, Sauce.”
I raise my gaze, so my browns are staring into his blues. “Yes?”
His hands slide down my arms to encircle my wrists and then move to trap my hands behind me. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.” I try to infuse my tone with cool and casual, but I’m not sure I nail it.
“Are you, then?” That accent… delicious. He lowers his head and kisses my lips. No tongue. No pressure. It’s more like a caress.
Which is unsettling.
There was nothing sweet about the sex, so I’m unprepared for this.
His thumb strokes my skin. “I don’t like you leaving when I could’ve made good use of the night. Next time, you’ll stay over.”
I lean closer, enjoying the thought of sleeping with him. Though… I need to be careful. I don’t want to read more into his words than he intends. “I thought—are we doing that?”
He nods. “The kind of sex we’re having requires us to forge a special connection. It’s not a romance, but it’s intimate. I’ll use your body, but I’ll also make sure you’re all right after we try new things.” His hand rises and touches my throat. “You trusted me with breath play. I don’t take that lightly. Unfortunately, Ash is waiting for you to return her car, so this time, I’ve gotta send you back.”
Licking my lips, I nod. I wish I had my own car.
“There will be rules when you stay the night in this house. And youwill notbreak them.”
That causes me to shudder. There’s an ominous sensuality to his voice when he’s giving orders… as though my spine is a bowstring he’s plucking.
Jamie steps back, which I’m sorry about. What I really want is for him to push me back onto the bed and pin me down. While we have sex again. Being bound… somehow I know that will be the hottest thing ever. Iknowit.
“Wait a moment,” he says. “I’ll walk you to the car.”
As he dresses, I glance around, taking in details I missed earlier. His bedroom is a gorgeous mix of light gray, beige, and various shades of blue. And while there’s nothing specifically nautical about it, it’s all about the sea somehow.
Jamie puts a thick scarf around his neck. It hangs over his chest, not completely matching his sweatshirt. “Right, we’re ready.” He leads me out of the room, outside, and down the metal stairs.
His wearing a scarf but no coat makes him look very European. Again, the novelty is attractive.
After I unlock the car door, he opens it for me. If this is part of the sex slave treatment, I’m down for it.
