When he was looking away, she popped open the top button of her blouse and then leaned forward to accept her next bite of food.
His lids lowered like he could hide the darkness swirling in his mind. “Good idea, kitten. Take it all off. I like it when you sit naked at my feet.”
Oops, Sarah had started something and hadn’t realized where it would lead, but she was too far into his game to stop now.
She pulled her clothes down her arms and legs, folding and laying them on her chair because that’s who she was, and the cool breeze from the open door feathered across her damp skin.
Blaze watched her with an impassive expression, but the laser-sharp focus in his eyes betrayed his intense interest in what she was doing. “On your knees, kitten.”
He fed her the rest of her dinner while she was naked and waiting for his touch, and then told her to follow him upstairs.
She followed him to her bedroom, the bare soles of her feet padding on the old farmhouse’s wooden floor, braided rag rugs, and steep stairs as she carried her clothes up the staircase and dropped them in her hamper by the door.
“You still sleep here with the single bed?” he asked.
She shrugged. “It’s my bedroom.”
“And even though you’re the only one living in the house, you didn’t move your clothes into the primary bedroom or the guestroom with the larger bed?”
“There wasn’t any need to.”
“Right. You do like things to stay the way they are. Lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
Sarah turned down the bedspread and did what he’d told her to, even though this was the first time she’d ever laid naked on her own sheets.
Blaze came back, holding ropes. “Roll over and spread your legs, kitten.”
She struggled to flip over and waited, her hands trembling as she turned her head to the side on her pillow.
The mattress bent behind her as he kneeled between her knees and then leaned to bind her hands together above her head, flipping the rope around the slats of the headboard. Her elbows bent around her head.
Blaze’s presence in her family’s farmhouse—his enormous, muscular body, his military bearing, hiskink—was sacrilegious. Sarah’s mother had kept a God-fearing house, plain and simple, and he was everything else.
His hand dragged down her spine as he leaned backward and whispered in her ear, “You don’t want to make the decision.Fine.I will. We are leaving tomorrow morning, and you will be a good girl when it’s time to leave. If not, I meant what I said. I tie up naughty girls, paddle them until their bottoms are too sore to sit on, and then throw them in the trunk and drive away.”
“Naughty girls, plural? Are we expecting company?” she griped.
A sharp crack on her bottom made her gasp.
His voice was deep like he was speaking from his chest. “Keep being naughty, little kitten. I love spanking your round, soft ass and making your skin burn.”
His big handprint did indeed burn on her backside like a reminder of his power.
His grip closed around her ankle and yanked it aside, loops of rope joining his fingers before pulling tight, and then he tied her other foot to the bottom of her bed.
When he was finished, she was stretched on her bed, her hands overhead and her legs spread, and he placed one knee between her legs, his thigh pressing the sensitive places between as his arms caged her head. Near her ear, he growled, “You’ve been naughty, little kitten. Now you’re mine for the night.”
The deepness in his voice scared her, and yet her skin seemed to reach for him.
“It looks like I have to teach you again to say yes, sir, to anything I ask, toeverythingI ask. All night, you will say yes, sir, or I won’t let you come. If you aren’t a good little kitten, I will use your body for my own satisfaction, and you will have no relief. I promise you will be a sobbing wreck by the end, begging me, and I will let you have nothing. Do you understand?”
Sarah’s legs felt like she needed to shake them. “Okay.”
A harder swat stung her bottom.“Ow!”
“When I ask you a question, you will sayyes, sir,”Blaze growled.
“I—”
