“Yes,” she whispered, suddenly feeling warmer than before. The rope was soft but strong, like a man’s firm hands, keeping her safe and yet eliciting danger. She studied Maddox and quickly decided that it was him that brought the heat, not the rope itself. It was the way he touched her, so skilled, clearly he knew exactly what he was doing. By the time he laid her on the mattress with both wrists wrapped in rope cuffs, her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths.
Silently, he continued binding her wrists to the bed, and as the minutes drew on, the silence became daunting. He was so serious, so focused, so intent, all kicking up her heart rate in anticipation. What comes next?
The answer came a second later when he broke the silence. “Down the road, when trust is cemented between us, we can look to binding your ankles, too.”
She rolled her eyes and frowned at him. “I told you I could handle—”
“Did you roll your eyes at me?”
The firmness in his voice made her rethink her answer. “I would say yes but I’m thinking that would be the wrong answer, so let’s go with no.”
That left eyebrow lifted. “Now you’re lying to me?”
She gave him a quick smile and dropped her head back against the pillow. “All right, so I’m going to stay quiet and not roll my eyes since, apparently, that makes you huffy.”
“Probably a good thing since if you do it again, we stop and you go home.”
She jerked her head up off the pillow, finding his eyes as stern as his voice. “You would do that?”
“Disrespecting me because I’m thinking of your best interests and safety is a dead stop to this game.”
She watched him for a moment, and found that answer instilled a whole lot of trust. “Point proven. Carry on.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I intend to.” He chuckled and winked, the playful nature to him returning as if it had never left.
Once he’d finished with the second binding, hooking the rope into the metal loop, she was tied tightly to the bed and unable to flee. He moved away to the tray again for only a moment then returned to her. Darkness fell over her eyes as a blindfold was settled into place. There was nothing but her heavy breaths and heart rate hammering in her ears until she heard a click…and another click. A lighter, maybe?
“Anything too tight? Or uncomfortable?” he asked, running a hand over her stomach until he reached her panties and tucked them to the side of her sex.
“No,” she replied, her voice husky even to her ears.
“Tell me if that changes. Or say, red? Clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Very nice,” he commented, sliding his hand back up her body until he slid her bra beneath her breasts, exposing her taut nipples to the warm air.
Then he was gone.
Her breathing deepened, a sense of worry speeding up her heart rate. His chuckle came a second later. “You enjoy the sense of danger, yes?”
“Yes,” she admitted. They both knew it was true. She liked the sense of getting caught by someone. She also liked not knowing what was going to happen next and that right now, at this moment, she had no control over anything. Of course, it wasn’t logical, maybe even a little naïve. Yet Maddox was right—she was drenched, more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
Maybe that was why he’d chosen to bind and blindfold her. The thought ripped from her mind as he cupped her pussy with pulsating squeezes, and she clearly soaked his hand.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured before his hands were gone, and she felt the cold void of his absence spill across her.
She listened carefully, waiting for him to return. Only silence greeted her. Until his fingers slid over her body again, feeling different this time, holding more power, more passion even. He began touching her…truly touching her in ways she’d never been touched. He clearly liked caressing her, stroking her, fondling her, maybe even got off on it. She didn’t doubt his cock was as hard as steel because she could feel his arousal in his hands. Her chest rose and fell with each of his sweet soft caresses, as her mind slipped further away, becoming lost in him.
“Very, very pretty,” he murmured, squeezing her sex again before giving it a light tap.
She moaned at the contradiction of his touches. Sometimes, soft and gentle. Other times, hard and firm. Always perfect. She turned her head from side to side, desperately trying to catch her breath. There was a pause. A long enough pause that she began to wonder where he’d gone and what he was doing there.
Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wonder long, as balmy liquid dripped onto her torso. She gasped and arched into the warm sensation, the rope pulling on her wrists. Each slide of the liquid heat warmed beautifully across her skin. Unable to stay still, she writhed against the mattress, falling into the heady sensation she equated to a warm bath.