Exactly the reaction I was looking for.
He sat on the edge of the bed, sweater off, sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled back. God, I love his arms.
I walked slowly toward him, executing a little twirl as I did. “What do you think?”
I came to a stop in front of him, while he looked me over with undisguised appreciation. I got my answer when he roughly grabbed my hips, his palms slapping against my skin as his fingers dug into my flesh. I’d gained ten pounds since we’d come to London, but Neil didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I suspected he kind of liked it, judging from the way he leaned forward and sank his teeth into me where his hand had just been.
The pinch of pain sent shocks of desire skating across my skin, like water on hot oil.
“Where have you been hiding this?” he asked, looking up to take the collar from my hands. “On your knees.”
I knelt obediently in front of him, my hands resting on my thighs. “I was saving it for a special occasion, Sir.”
The backs of his fingers brushed my shoulders as he pushed my hair back to fasten the heavy collar around my neck. There was the weight of promise in the cold platinum band, and anticipation wound tight in the basest places in my body. As the clasp locked, he leaned down and whispered close to my ear, “I think tonight will be very special.”
I shifted on my knees to press my thighs together.
“Stay right there,” he said, standing.
I waited for him, listening to the far off sound of rummaging in the closet. His footsteps crossed the carpet, and something covered my eyes from behind. I made a startled little “eep,” then giggled. “You scared me.”
“You’re not afraid of me,” he admonished. “I don’t believe it for a second.”
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart pounding hard in my chest. “Maybe you could make me afraid. Just for tonight.”
The blindfold over my eyes made it impossible to tell how he reacted to the suggestion. As he tied the swath of black silk over my eyes, he said, “I... suppose I could. What would make you afraid?”
Without my sight, falling rapidly into the space of mind I only inhabited when under his control, every word over my lips felt like a caress. “You could be rough? Rougher than usual. I know my words and my signal. You know I’ll use them if I have to. I want tonight to be the furthest we’ve ever gone. Let’s face it, this is going to have to last us a while. I need memories to jill off to.”
He chuckled, but then he hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t, Sir,” I purred. “Besides, I can always ‘yellow’ and you’ll dial it back, right?”
“Of course,” he agreed. Then he put his hand on the back of my head, a possessive touch. “Fine. If that’s what you want, get on the bed. Feel for it with your hands, so you don’t slip. The only marks I want on you tonight, I’ll put there myself.”
I did as he ordered, asking, “How do you want me?”
He answered from across the room. The French group Air began to play over the speakers in the ceiling. “I want you on the bed, and silent. I’ll put you in whichever position I want you in, when I’m damned good and ready.”
The admonishment in his tone made my pussy clench.
I waited, breathless, my heart fluttering like a fly against a windowpane, frantic and desperate. I still knelt, but on the bed now, wondering when he would touch me, wondering what torment he had planned for me.
“Open your mouth.”
I hadn’t heard him come back, and I startled. I’d just barely opened my mouth when something smooth and firm shoved between my teeth. A ball gag, I realized; I’d seen it hanging in the cupboard, a leather harness with a black silicone ball. Forced to breathe through my nose, I felt a stab of panic that twisted into a shock of pleasure in my groin.
“Give me your hands.”
I held them out, and he grasped my wrists and forced my arms behind my back. “The signal is the same, open and close your fingers three times.”
I made an affirmative noise around the gag.
“People will still be able to hear you, if you scream loudly. And I guarantee, you will scream.” He secured my arms with wide cuffs, leather from the stiffness of them. “So, do try and control yourself. The music will only cover so much.”
I nodded and tried to articulate, “Yes, Sir,” around the gag.
He gripped my ankles and jerked me toward the edge of the bed, and I fell forward with a startled cry. He pulled me to kneel on the floor, and forced my head against the mattress with his hand spayed roughly against my face. “Tonight, I’m going to use you as I see fit. You are nothing but a toy for me to play with. Do you understand?”