Flawless Desire

“Say it.”

The order thrills me. The dark, dominant Caleb is back, and God, I love it.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I trust you.”

And I do: in here, at least. In this room, I know I can put myself entirely in his capable hands.

He’s calling the shots.

He’s completely in control.

Caleb crosses to the closet and produces two silk ties. “Come here.”

I go to him immediately, and Caleb smiles at my obedience. “Good girl,” he murmurs approvingly, and I feel another thrill.

I want to please him.

“Get on the bed,” he tells me. “Lay back.”

I do as he says. Caleb leans over and drops a burning kiss on my mouth. Then he takes my wrists, and pins them up above my head.

I inhale in a rush.

He smiles, carefully binding them together with one of the ties. “Look at you…” he muses, his eyes roving over me. “All tied up for me, like a Christmas present.”

He loops the tie around a bar on the headboard, securing my hands in place.

Exhilaration floods through me. I test the bindings. They’re taut, almost uncomfortable.

I can’t get free.

Somehow, the knowledge that I’m completely at his mercy sends a rush of damp heat between my thighs.

I shudder.

Caleb dips a kiss to my temple, then produces the other tie. “Close your eyes,” he orders, his voice silky, but absolute.

I do as he says, and then I feel the silk against my face. He binds it around me like a blindfold, the silk cool and pleasant against my burning skin.

Darkness.

My heartbeat seems louder, echoing in my ears as I adjust to the dim light. With my arms bound up over my head, and my vision gone, I feel more vulnerable than ever.

I can’t move. I can’t tell what he’s planning next.

He has total control.

“Caleb?” I ask, my voice questioning.

He doesn’t reply.

Then I feel the pressure of his touch suddenly, on my hips. The warmth seeps straight through the thin fabric of my dress. He runs his hands, strong and commanding, to the tops of my thighs. His fingers delve beneath my skirt, teasing. I shiver.

“Let’s get this off you.”

My dress ties at my shoulders. Caleb makes short work of the strings. He tugs it down over my body, a whisper of silk that’s soon gone, baring me to the night.

And him.