Alldolledupinsome fancy pale pink silk-and-lace lingerie, with suspender-belt stockings and platform six-inch heels, I lie on luxurioussheets in the oversized bed in one of the private suites, my heart racing so damn hard I’m not sure what it’s about to do. My senses are heightened as I wait for the man who is willing to pay eight grand for a night with me. Not an hour but the rest of the night. If I had known I would be blindfolded for this entire experience, I may have reconsidered. But there is also something so thrilling about having my sight taken away. The rest of my senses are kicked into overdrive.
The air temperature is warm enough to be comfortable, and a slightly sweet scent wafts through the air, something like jasmine that reminds me of the first few weeks of spring. I try to lie still, but as time goes on, my hair tickles my shoulders, and I can’t help but fuss with it. Paige suggested I ditch the wig, so my long dark hair is out and natural. As time ticks on and nervous butterflies dance in my stomach, I wonder if the guy has cold feet. If maybe he quietly snuck in here and I wasn’t what he was expecting, so he took off.
I try not to think about Cruz’s face when he watched me walk away with Paige. He has no say in my life. Why should he, after knowing me for less than a week? But it doesn’t mean I don’t still feel the pang of guilt for sneaking out on him after he was so sweet to me. It’s going to be one mighty uncomfortable conversation tomorrow, but that is future Daisy’s problem.
A click of the door registers in my ears, my palms instantly going sweaty. This is actually going to happen. Even without seeing him, I feel his commanding and intense presence as he moves into the room, and a flutter of excitement runs through me.
A finger, light as a feather, trails its way over my bare stomach, leaving a scattering of goosebumps in its wake. Not that he feels cold, more that his touch brings my skin to life and makes me want more. My breath hitches in my chest, waiting, hoping. Then his touch is gone. I don’t dare say a word, knowing that was against his rules unlessI’m asked to talk. But I’m itching to, fighting the urge to kill the silence in the room.
I sense his eyes on me, assessing me, and it makes me squirm. What if I’m not good enough for him? “According to your list, bondage is okay.” His deep voice fills the room.
I pause before I answer him, my brain going into overdrive, because I think I know that voice. Jagger Stryker? No, it couldn’t be, that man hates me; he wouldn’t pay for a night with me. “Yes,” I respond, my voice nothing but a whisper.
“Good,” he says, but it’s not enough for me to tell if it’s him or not.
I feel something rough, like the frayed end of a rope, scrape along my skin. I have to assume from his last comment that’s what it is. The bed dips beside me as he takes one of my hands in his, wrapping the rough texture around my wrist before he lifts it. It remains elevated as I feel him attach it to something behind me like the wall or the bed frame, the scent of cedar and whiskey hitting my nostrils. He smells just like Jagger.
“Something tells me you’re familiar with the sting of betrayal, am I correct?” he asks me as he takes my other wrist and starts wrapping the rope around it. I’m surprised he wants to chat. From what Paige said, I thought this would be more down to business. Purely screwing.
“Yes.” I’m not sure where this is going, but now more than ever, I know this has to be Jagger. It’s his voice, I’m positive of it, and that is scarier than some stranger tying me to a bedpost when I’m blindfolded. What does he want with me? The last conversation we had, he practically threatened me.
“This world is a fucked-up place. I’m not sure what makes a girl like you want to work in this industry, but tonight I’m paying you to be my escape, and something tells me you need one just as bad.” Hewants an escape from his life? Maybe this isn’t his revenge on me for not doing what he said. Maybe it’s not even him. Next, he takes my ankle, and I can’t help but flinch away, suddenly not so sure I should be doing this anymore. But he grips my ankle more firmly, wrapping the rope around it. “You listed a safe word. What is it?”
My mind goes blank. I filled out those forms a few days ago when Paige was getting me registered in their computer system. And right now, all I can think is why is Jagger tying all my limbs to a bed? Is this his way of messing with me for coming back to Ravens Hollow when I was supposed to get on that plane? Is he about to punish me?
“What is it, Princess? I can’t go on until I know you have a way out if you need it.” He takes up my other ankle, but I don’t feel any rope this time. He just holds me, and I feel his eyes on me, the heat burning my skin under his piercing gaze.
“Flower,” I utter the name he has been calling me since the first night. I’m not sure why, but I want him to know I know it’s him.
“Flower,” he repeats, sounding amused. Then he carries on tying my last limb to the end of the bed so I’m spread out wide for him like a starfish.
I feel super self-conscious, but I have nowhere to go. I tug on the restraints just to see how tight they are, but there is no wiggle room. He has me right where he wants me. My breathing quickens, and a dizzying sensation washes over me as control slips away.
“Panting for me already, Princess. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Oh, dear God, I’m not going to survive tonight. I swallow, trying to get myself under control.
His fingers brush over my lace panties. “That was quite a performance tonight.”
Jagger was watching me as well. Was the whole damn family out there copping a peep? I can feel my cheeks heating even more than they already were. I should be prepared for this, I knew what I was doing when I decided to give this job a go. “Thank you,” I say, not sure how else to comment.
Delicately, he unties the sides of my panties where they are done up with little ribbons. But he doesn’t remove them yet. His hands disappear, and I hear him move about the room. Something clatters beside my head, maybe on the bedside table. Something cold drips onto my bare stomach, something ice cold. “What is that?” I gasp.
“No more talking, Princess.”
Fuck, when we were communicating, I could handle this, but silence again is going to do my head in. More drips of ice cold, then the freezing sensation erupts over my skin, gliding over the dips of my breasts one by one. It’s got to be an ice cube, at least that’s what I decide by the trail of water it leaves. He shoves my lacy bra down, forcing my breasts out and up, then he circles the ice over my nipples. They instantly go hard with the cold. Then it’s warm, his mouth closing around the first nipple, followed by the second. He sucks one as he toys with the other, melting ice dripping down my chest. Then it’s like he’s put the ice cube in his mouth, the hot and cold sensation a delicious torture I could get used to. I can’t help but moan into the quiet room.
He pulls back, and I feel him reach past me. Then he moves from the side where he was, and I feel the bed dip at the end, and I know he’s right between my legs. The cold sensation is dragged down my body, over my stomach, and over the lace of my panties, between my legs and down the inside of my thigh before he brings it back. He peels my panties off me, and I suck in a breath, feeling way too exposed when he can see me there, but I can’t see him at all.
“Don’t cum or I will punish you.” His voice is dark and holds a warning edge that I take seriously. He slides the ice over my small strip of hair and over my clit, sending a shiver over me. Then it’s gone, and I feel the warmth of his mouth on me. He licks right down my center then back up to my clit, where he sucks more roughly. Then the ice is back. I groan as he pushes what’s left of it deep inside me. I have never experienced anything like this before, so cold it’s almost painful, but then the warmth of his lips brings the most unbelievable pleasure.
I try to grab hold of something, but it’s impossible with my hands all tied up. All I can do is feel every lick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers as they toy with me, never actually pushing inside but exploring and playing with me in a way that drives me crazy. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. I have never cum before, never had a man who wanted me to get there, but my body is tingling all over, and my pussy is pulsating in a way I have never experienced before. I feel so out of control that even if I wasn’t blindfolded, I wouldn’t be able to see straight.
Then, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me and twists.
Stars appear as my body shudders. “Oh, fuck,” I cry as the earth moves, my pussy clamping around his fingers and convulsing in a way I have never experienced. I try to grip onto something, anything, but I can’t. The rope digs into my wrists as I fight against it, but it only adds to the insane feeling washing over me.
His fingers still inside of me. “Looks like Princess can’t follow instructions.”
