“You wouldn’t believe the amount of control you could exert over me if you wanted.”
She pursed her lips and tugged on the end of her ponytail—he could almost hear her mind work. Then a sly expression entered her eyes, and she smiled. “Really?”
He had a moment of misgiving. She was planning something. But what?
“Don’t you trust me, Jake?”
Against his better judgment, he gave a slow nod.
Her gaze flickered to the posts at the top of the bed and then back to him. “You ready to prove that?”
Why did he suspect that his plans for the evening were about to take a drastic turn?
“Are you willing to give me control, Jake?”
He wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But if it helped her come to terms with what she felt for him, then he’d give it a go. “What did you have in mind?”
She came up on her elbows, pulled her foot free, and sat up. She hugged her knees to her chest and studied him, her head cocked to one side, enthusiasm burning in her eyes.
“Take off your shirt.”
He frowned, but unfastened the buttons of his shirt and shrugged out of it. He crumpled it and tossed it on the chair by the bed. “Now what?”
She swallowed and licked her lips. “Lie down.” She shifted out of the way and sat on the edge of the bed. “On your back. In the middle of the bed.”
“You like giving orders, don’t you?” But he lay down and stared up at the canopy overhead. He rolled his head to the side to watch Kim rise to her feet and move around to stand by his head. She untied the cord that held the curtains and tugged it free, then crawled onto the bed and knelt at his side.
He breathed in the scent of her excitement, sweet and musky; he bet she was drenched beneath that scrap of leather.
He was sure he was about to be treated to the most explosive sexual experience of his life. Still, he had to hold himself motionless as she took hold of his right hand and scraped her fingertip across his palm. Heat sizzled up his arm. She wrapped the cord around his wrist and pulled it tight, then gently maneuvered his arm over his head so she could loop the cord around the post.
“You know,” he murmured. “This isn’t exactly what I envisioned happening here.”
“I know. You wanted to tie me up. Have your evil way with me.” She yanked the knot tight, drawing his arm high over his head. “Instead, I’m going to have my evil way with you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You’re at my mercy.”
She scooted off the bed, came around the other side, and repeated the process with his left arm. As the cord tightened, he had to stifle his need to pull free. He closed his eyes and willed himself to settle.
When he opened them, she stared down at him as though she weren’t quite sure what she should do next. He had a few ideas but decided to leave it to her imagination.
She slipped her T-shirt over her head and placed it on top of his shirt. Beneath it, she wore a black bra, and through it, he could clearly see her nipples, poking at the lace. He wanted to touch them, stroke them, kiss them, and he couldn’t. Kim cupped her breast, rubbing her palm over the nipple. Her lashes drifted closed, only to snap open as he growled.
A small smile curled the corner of her lips as she climbed onto the bed beside him. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, too briefly, then sat back on her heels and examined him. With one finger, she trailed a line down his inner arm, stroking the hair in the hollow of his armpits. Her touch was slow and sure as though she’d set aside her doubts, at least for the time of his captivity. A fingernail scraped his nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure to his groin. She took in his reaction, her eyes darkening, then leaned over him and flicked the nub with her tongue.
His dick pulsed in his pants, which were, by now, way too constricting. He wished she’d get on to the important bits, but she appeared in no hurry.
She nipped him with her teeth hard enough to hurt. “You were looking a little comfortable there,” she said.
“Believe me, comfortable is not what I’m feeling. If I don’t get out of these pants soon, I’ll probably split the seams.”
“Really?”
She sounded as if she liked that idea. But she leaned back and turned her attention to the point where his dick strained at his zipper. She twirled a finger in the hair at his belly, tugging it, then stroked lower to lightly graze over his almost painfully erect penis.
She teased the tab on the zipper until he thought he would scream in frustration. A smile still played across her lips.
“You know I’ll make you pay for this,” he growled.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she purred back.