“I didn’t like them,” is all he says.
My favorite gray silk blouse is the next to go. He doesn’t have to use the knife. He just rips it open and the buttons all come off in a consecutive set of explosive pops.
Then he flips me over on the bed so I’m face down.
Ridiculously, I wonder: Does he just expect me to go around the mansion naked all the time now? Because that will be comfortable.
Gotta love my knack for worrying about the really important things.
Next he’s slicing through the straps of my bra—which yes, is very worn and has definitely seen better days. But still, it was one of my last barriers to him and now it’s gone.
I’m still face down on the bed as the contraption holding my mid-sized breasts comes free.
And then—shit, shit, shit—he cuts off my underwear.
I lie here not sure if I’m glad I can’t see what he’s doing now or if I’m more terrified because I want to watch his every move.
Before I can decide, though, one of his huge hands drops to my back.
My eyes squeeze shut.
I expect him to be rough. To grab me like he did my ankle earlier.
To take what I’m here for him to take.
I don’t expect the tentative touch.
I don’t expect the soft exhale as his other hand comes to my skin and he caresses down my back from my shoulder blades to the top swell of my ass. He stops just short of touching it, though, and massages back up again.
I feel the bed dip as he gets on, springs squeaking. I imagine his huge body taking up the whole bed, larger than life. Just thinking of that, his body crouched above me, is enough to have me tensing and ready to scramble off the bed and running for the door.
His hands pause on my back. He felt the sudden tension in my body.
Dammit.
This was the deal, Mel. There was never going to be any getting around this part, you know that.
But God, I only made the deal a few days ago and between then and now I’ve done everything possible to avoid thinking about this moment.
Still, it’s here now. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and try to force myself to relax. Everything I read online over the years said it would go easier if I relaxed.
Yeah right.
You try relaxing with two hundred and thirty pounds of muscled beast over you while you’re buck naked.
His hands rub down my back again and this time when he gets to my ass, he doesn’t pause. Before I can even take a full breath, both his hands are full of my ass cheeks. He squeezes them in his massive hands, first one handful, then the other. I might not be anything to write home about in the bosom department, but I’m not lacking when it comes to junk in my trunk.
Just my luck, because apparently he’s an ass man.
He leans down and his cheek traces the same path his hands just took, down my spine until his stubble brushes my ass.
He’s been unexpectedly gentle the past few minutes.
So I don’t expect the bite.
It’s not hard, just a nip of his teeth on the round of my ass—but it’s enough to have me yelping and looking over my shoulder at the top of his dark head.
Like he can feel me looking, he growls and glances up at me.
The left side of his face catches me off guard just like it has each time I’ve looked him full on. And then he’s moving—far quicker than it seems like a man his size should be able to.
He whips open his night stand. My breath catches until I see he’s only holding an eye mask.
“Oh really, that’s not necessary. I’m sorry. I won’t look if you don’t want me to. You just took me by surprise there with the—” My voice breaks off because what am I going to say—with the ass-biting? With your scary monster face?
He doesn’t wait for me to finish anyway. He’s already slipped the eye mask around my head and is adjusting the strap.
Alrighty then. Guess he’s not big on talking things out.
Then I’m being flipped again, now to my back.
Everything’s happening so suddenly, I’m not prepared when his weight comes down on me and his mouth suctions on my right breast.
I—
Wait, he’s just going to—
To jump in like this— I mean, what—
I blink underneath the blindfold, my eyelashes fluttering madly against the silk fabric of the mask.
I don’t—
I mean, I just—
That feels—
A high-pitched breathy little gasp escapes my throat.
And then I’m mortified. What the hell was that?
He’s going to think that I—
He abandons the first breast and moves to the second. What he’s doing with his mouth— I try to get a full breath, but my lungs aren’t working right. His hand lifts and starts to massage the breast he was just suckling while he keeps at the other. He plucks and tugs at the nipple and holy crap, it’s like it’s connected to a live wire straight to my—