“I don’t recall asking what you thought. If you don’t want to do this, you can leave.”
“You mean I’m free to go?”
“Of course you’re free to go. I’d never keep you against your will. What kind of man do you think I am?”
Up until now, she thought she’d known. She’d never imagined him tying her up. Had he been a calf roper? She couldn’t remember.
I should go. I should run like the wind out of here. But a force like the strongest magnet kept her supine on the bed.
“So you’re staying?”
She nodded. She most likely needed her head examined, but she was staying.
“Good.” His voice was husky, stern.
He would not hurt her. She trusted him.
She understood now. He didn’t think she was trustworthy.
He would prove to her that he was.
He regarded her, his eyes blazing. He sat down next to her and blindfolded her with one of the bandanas.
She was not expecting that. She thought he’d use them to tie her wrists to the headboard.
The cotton fabric brushed against her skin as he tied first one and then the other wrist to the headboard.
His lips brushed her ear. “Do you trust me?” he whispered.
Warmth flooded her veins. “Yes. I trust you, Sam.”
“Good.” He tightened the fabric around both wrists.
Her body burned. Electricity crackled between them and her veins popped with energy. Excitement overwhelmed her. She was scared, her nerves hopped within her skin, but she was turned on. Oh, so turned on.
She lay still for several minutes, wondering what he was up to. When she thought she could stand it no longer, coldness touched one nipple.
Ice. He was rubbing an ice cube over her nipple.
“Relax, baby,” he said softly. “I won’t hurt you.”
She nodded. “I know.”
“Enjoy the sensations.”
She breathed in, breathed out, willed her body to relax.
The ice on her nipple melted, and droplets of water tickled the flesh of her breasts as they oozed downward. The ice touched her other nipple, and this time the sensation wasn’t s
o abrupt. It was cold and harsh, yet her nipple hardened and strained upward. She wanted the warmth of his lips to soothe the cold.
But his lips didn’t come. Only the ice melting and drizzling down her breast like the frosting on a hot cinnamon roll.
With both nipples cold and hard, the ice disappeared.
“Oh!”
It had reappeared within in seconds…on her clit.