“I like that you’re cool with my unhealthy obsession with it.”
“I think I have an unhealthy obsession with it.”
The next gift came in a small box, and my trepidation grew when I realized there was definitely going to be jewelry inside. It was a thin silver chain necklace, the tiny pendant was a silver origami crane.
“Is that cheesy?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “It’s beautiful.”
Around Dominic was the necktie I’d bought him– a sapphire blue striped one to match his gorgeous eyes. Then, the school-girl uniform he’d been eying in that sex shop so many weeks ago. He was definitely excited about that. And he was already wearing the watch I’d given him. Which, holy shit, was sexy.
“I’ve got one more for you,” he said, pushing the box toward me.
I peeled back the paper and opened the shoebox. Only there weren’t shoes inside. It was that black blindfold I’d bought.
“That,” he said, his breathing rushed, “comes with more.”
I pulled the blindfold out and looked at him, still puzzled. “More?”
“Yeah. Like, the safe word kind of more.”
chapter
EIGHTEEN
Dominic led me to the bedroom and yanked the covers off the bed, then turned his attention firmly on me.
“You still want this?” he asked. “Because I’m planning to go into that new territory tonight.”
I got wet just at the idea of it. He’d planned this. I could hardly contain myself. “Oh, I fucking want this. What are we—”
He pulled me into a kiss, rough and uncompromising. His tongue possessed my mouth and seized command. And as quickly as he’d taken my mouth with his, he drew away.
“Take everything off except your underwear, lie down on the bed, and put the blindfold on. Call me when you’re ready.”
He turned and stormed out of the room.
Okay. That was unexpected, but still kind of hot. My excited hands yanked off my clothes, and as I sat on the center of the bed, I pulled on the blindfold. The sensation was both foreign and familiar. Knowing the man who was on the other side of the
blindfold was new. But not knowing what he was going to do to me, that wasn’t. The excitement I’d had long ago when putting on a blindfold returned. My lust threatened to spiral out of control when I lay back on the bed.
“I’m ready,” I said in a raised voice.
Footsteps approached, as did his heavy breathing. “I’m going to need those hands.”
Yes. I held them up toward his voice. Something hit the floor like a box, and then the distinct sound of a metal chain rang out. Handcuffs. They were cold and my skin burned against them. Once he had them secured around my wrists, Dominic pushed them into the mattress above my head.
“Those stay there unless I move them. Got it? It’s dangerous if you move without warning.”
“I understand.” The anticipation made my voice tight.
He took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly, obviously anxious. “You remember the safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Open your mouth.”
Was he going to put his cock inside? It’d been a solid week of blowjobs and nothing more. He’d had to stay really late at the office last night and was too tired to mess around, or so he said. I opened my mouth, expecting the fleshy head of his cock.