He secured her wrists and ankles with the Velcro wraps, then stood back and admired her. She was a living piece of priceless art. Beautiful and supple, brave and strong willed.
“I’m going to blindfold you. When I remove the blindfold, the fantasy starts.”
“Okay.”
“Any questions or concerns?”
“No.” She shuddered in a shaky breath. “I can’t believe this is happening. My heart is pounding so hard.”
He would never have pegged her for someone who wanted to be held against her will. But she hadn’t asked him to scrutinize her. She had simply trusted him.
“I’m going to be checking in with you,” he said.
“Uh-huh.”
He didn’t have a blindfold, so he used a tie he kept there for days when he’d spent the night and needed a change of clothes. After covering her eyes, he dropped a light kiss on her mouth.
She lay still. As he began taking off his clothing, her breathing increased, her chest rising and falling faster. She tugged on the arm restraints and groaned.
He stood at the foot of the bed naked. “Hello, prisoner. Today, we meet.” He removed her blindfold, kissed her hard. “You want some bread, you do as I say.”
“I’d rather starve, first.” Emerson’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes alight with energy.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Green.”
“My cock is big and thick. You’re a virgin, no?”
She fought against a smile. “None of your business.”
He loved how she was enjoying this.
“You watch me touch myself. Learn what I like.” Standing beside the bed, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked it. Her gravelly moans tore through him. His wetness oozed out and he coated the head. Up and down and around the head. His gaze never left hers. She was fixated on his shaft.
“You’re an evil, vile man,” she croaked out. “I hate you.”
“Hate is a powerful emotion, prisoner. Will you still hate me when I bring you pleasure?”
Her glare was so convincing, he hitched a brow before climbing on the bed. Now, on his knees, he raked his gaze over her sublime body. His stroking continued, but the real pleasure came from Emerson.
She felt safe enough to confide her dark fantasies. He would do right by her. He stopped touching himself, leaned down and kissed her.
She jerked her face away. “You don’t get to kiss me.”
With a firm touch, he forced her to look at him. “I get to do whatever the hell I want to you.”
“Fuck you,” she murmured.
“You’re mine. Iownyou,” he ground out.
Her breathing was jagged, her cheeks pink with color.
“Tantric breath,” he murmured, and placed his palm on her diaphragm. Two relaxing breaths and she nodded. “Green.”
“Prisoner, I’m going to suck your fantastic tits.”
“Ohgod, yes,” she exclaimed. “I mean, no, no, don’t do that.”
