“You’re here with me.No one can touch us.No one can hurt you.Unless...”He wraps his hands around my wrists, and my pulse jumps.“Unless you need me to.”
I let him draw my hands down.His touch is light but reminds me that he’s strong enough to shackle me any time he likes.
“You’re tired,” he says.“You need rest.”
He’s right.I need to sleep, and not just so I can wake up refreshed enough to do my job and find the killer who’s terrorized so many.I’d give anything to fall into oblivion.“I can’t sleep.”
“I can help you.I can take your mind off things if you’ll let me.”
I raise my head.I want that.It would be smart to keep my distance, but right now, I’m craving what only Rex can give.“How?”
2
Inara
The best thingabout being bound by rope is being forced to surrender.I had plenty of chances to escape when I presented my wrists to Rex.I allowed him to loop the rope over and over into a makeshift harness that would support me when he hoisted me into the air.The more the loops of rope touched my skin, the more I relaxed.
Now I hang suspended in my woven cocoon.I’m tied in a diving position with my arms secured behind me and my legs slightly splayed.Even my hair is wound with rope and suspended.
I can’t move.And yet, I feel so free.All the worry bleeds from my brain.There’s nothing but the rope snug around my limbs, the collar around my throat, and the shadowy presence of my dom.My Rex.
Warm air blows on my bare skin, but beyond the circle of neon light, there’s a chill.Rex could’ve brought me to his gorgeous dungeon to tie me up.Instead, he brought me to the dark cave he’s converted into his secret headquarters.
I peer into the darkness beyond the spotlight, trying to discover any clues as to the inner workings of his psyche.Rex has many secrets.I might be one of the only ones who knows the full details of his alter ego, his crimes.
It’s what drove me to his mansion.A few days ago, I was on the warpath, searching for a way in, searching for evidence to expose him.
Now I’m tied up and suspended, at his mercy.And all I feel is relief.
It won’t last.Rex and I can’t be together.He’s still a killer, and I’m still a detective sworn to uphold justice.But I can allow him to comfort me, just this once.
His touch ghosts down the back of my calf, and I shiver.
“I don’t think you’re focused.”His voice is deeper, darker.I feel the vibrations of his rasp in my core.Wetness drips from my labia.I would squirm and press my legs together to relieve the ache, but I can’t move.
“I promised I’d help you take your mind off things.Give you what you need so you can sleep.But you’re still thinking too much.”
He runs a hand up my thigh and brushes my sex.His touch is barely there, but I know he’s collecting the moisture dripping from my pussy.“At least one part of you is paying attention.”There’s a smirking edge to his tone.“But I wonder...What will it take for you to let go?”He walks around to face me.He’s dressed in black slacks and nothing else, and his hard torso is a feast for the eyes.All sexy muscle and sinew, power incarnate.
He rubs my own essence over my lower lip.“You’re so beautiful like this.”He pushes a thumb into my mouth, and I run my tongue over it to thank him.“Good girl.”
All too soon, he moves away, and a band of black fabric falls over my eyes.The darkness falls, and I sigh, relaxing further.
I spent so many years with a white-knuckle grip on my life, keeping myself isolated so I wouldn’t dream of anyone's death.I craved connection so much that it hurt.And then, when it’d been so long I couldn’t remember human touch, I craved the pain.
It’s wonderful to give up control.I don’t know what Rex and I are to each other, but I do know he’s the only one who’s been able to give me what I need so perfectly.I fell for him once, when he was my mystery dom, before I knew who he truly was.
It’s tempting to fall for him again.But I can’t give in forever.
Just this once, I tell myself.I’ve told myself this before, but this time, it has to be true.
After this, I’ll distance myself from him.After tonight, we’ll go our separate ways.
“Give in to me,” he whispers, and for the next few moments, I do.My submission has an expiration date, but for now, I can forget myself and be completely his.
When I’m blindfolded, every touch is a revelation.He’s wound rope around my torso to suspend me, but he left my breasts hanging free.Now he toys with my nipples, pinching them until pain sings through me.I gasp and flinch and moan, and I sense him watching me, taking in every reaction.Even though I can’t see, I can feel his attention, and I soak it up like a parched plant soaking up the rain.
His hands are large and warm, cupping my breasts and tormenting my nipples.I can’t lean into him, and I can’t pull away.I can do nothing but hang from the ropes and take it.It’s horrible and wonderful all at the same time, just the way I like it.
