“That’s the last text she sent,” Stryker said. “I’ll run that number and see who owns it.” Stryker plugged the number into a different software program. “This’ll take some time.” He pushed out of the chair and stretched. “We need a break.”
Raising his arms forced his shirt to ride up, exposing his toned abs. Emerson eyed his muscular torso. “Tie me up,” she murmured.
That got his attention. “And?”
When she pushed out of her chair, lust filled her eyes. “I want to feel trapped, then surrender to that fear. I trust you.”
The tension he carried in his shoulders turned to steel. “I don’t deserve your trust.”
“Well, you have it.”
She was turning herself over to him. Submitting to him. If she knew the truth about him, she would never trust him so freely. Guilt mixed with desire was a dangerous combination. He wanted her. He also wanted to be truthful with her.
Stepping close, she dropped the sundress straps off her shoulders. Lust and the need to burrow inside her had him hardening. He admired her full breasts and swollen nipples, her hourglass curves, and the black thong covering her pussy. She kicked off her sandals and wiggled out of her thong. “I need this. So badly.”
Tying someone up and taking them against their will wasn’t a fetish Stryker had any interest exploring. But as he stared into Emerson’s soulful eyes, he felt compelled to please her.
Do it, for her.
“Time to play,” he said.
Her throaty moan rumbled through him. “Yessssss.”
Being around Emerson was exhilarating. But, experience had made him a master at control, at understanding his partner’s desires, then executing on them.
“Colors work for safe words,” he said. “Green means you’re okay. You feel safe and you want to continue. Yellow is a warning. Red is a hard stop.”
Desire flashed in her eyes. She ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Understood.”
He collected her pigtails in his hand and pulled them back, forcing her face upward. “What do you need?”
“It’s dirty,” she whispered.
“Tell me.” Stryker released her hair.
“In my fantasy, some guy owed you millions, but he didn’t have it,” she began. “I was his virgin girlfriend.” Pausing, she shot him an adorable smile. “Just go with it.”
The feeling hit him like a bolt of lightning.I’m falling in love with her.
“But,” she continued, “you wantedmein exchange for that debt. I’m forced to live with you for a year and I’m at your mercy. Tonight, you’re introducing me to your dark world.”
“How, exactly?”
She sucked down a deep breath. “I want your face between my legs, pleasuring me until I climax.”
This time, he offered her an assuring smile. “You sure about this?”
She nodded. “I’m nervous and excited. It’s a heady combination. You’re great at helping me explain what I want.”
“Do you want pleasure, pain or both?”
“Mostly pleasure. But I am your prisoner, so light pain.”
“Are you resigned to being my prisoner or fighting me on it?”
“Fighting, then surrendering.”
“Got it.” He pulled the rumpled bed linens away. “Lie down on your back in the center of the bed. “Raise your arms over your head, spread your legs, then bend them at the knees.”
