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She lifted her big, doe eyes to mine, and I was completely taken off guard by how fucking hot her hesitation made me. I’d expected cold refusal. Instead, I saw a battle waging behind those eyes.
“Which item, exactly?” she asked slowly. “Because I don’t remember anything on the list about you watching me change clothes.”
“Bondage.”
She laughed, then took a step back. “That sounds like a horrible idea.” She shook her head more firmly, as if she was convincing herself now. “Very bad idea.”
“I thought you wanted to finish the list.”
“I do. But here? I was thinking at the club or something.”
I should have given it up. The truth was I’d be able to take things much further in my element. Here, I’d need to show much more restraint. But I’d been walking a thin line for what felt like hours. I had almost taken the kiss I wanted. Almost. I knew I needed something, or I was going to lose my damn mind. “What if I promise I won’t lay a finger on you?”
She paused. “So, you’d just tie me up and… what, stand there?”
“Something like that,” I said with a casual shrug.
“And I can keep my clothes on?”
“Your swimsuit will work. But it won’t count if you get dressed again.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “I don’t remember hearing Grandpa Willy say anything about a dress code.”
“There’s a reason he entrusted me to see you through this list. I understand the purpose of each item on the list, and as your—” I had to stop myself. I was about to say, “as your dom.” I was not Andi’s dom. I wasn’t even her friend. I was her… Shit. I didn’t even know what to call this. I was the executor of her grandfather’s will, and I was entrusted with giving her a taste of BDSM. “As the person William trusted to do this, I’m obligated to make sure it gets done right.”
She looked up, sighed, and then fixed her eyes back on mine. “Fine. You’ve already had plenty of chances to ogle me in my swimsuit as it is, I guess.”
I pushed open the door to the locker room and gestured. “After you.”
Andi slowly walked past me, and even after an hour in the saltwater, I could still pick up a hint of her shampoo. I couldn’t be sure if it was intentional, but her hip grazed against me as she walked in. The innocent contact felt like yet another tease—another subtle invitation for more that I knew I shouldn’t take.
When I turned to follow her, my gaze fell to her ass, which was practically begging for the palm of my hand. She looked over her shoulder and caught me looking. “You know,” she said, turning to back pedal toward her locker. “The more time I spend around you, the surer I am that you’re just trying to get into my pants.”
“I’ve never understood that phrase.” I kept walking until she was forced to back into the locker. Her breath caught when I stopped advancing just inches from her, forcing her to tilt her chin up to look into my eyes. “It’d be a pretty strange fetish to want to be inside your pants. Especially considering your pants are in here,” I said, tapping the locker. “Most men would probably be more interested in what’s right in front of them.”
“A pair of healthy knees ready to slam into their balls?” she suggested.
I chuckled. “I’ve been wanting to see what you look like with a little of your bite taken away ever since your first smart-ass comment. Give me your hands.”
She hesitated just long enough to remind me that she was still stubborn but stuck her wrists out.
I paused. “Actually, I’m going to need your top, unless you see something else that I could use to tie your hands.”
She lowered her hands to plant them on her hips. “Nice try, but I think this will do.” Andi pulled at the waistband of my board shorts and tugged on the drawstring, undoing the knot. I watched, oddly fascinated to see her hands working at my waistband I wondered if she noticed that her tugging was pulling the fabric away from my body enough that she could’ve had an eyeful if she wanted. She had to have seen I was already hard. My dick was pressing against the board shorts just inches from her hand, and just as she was finishing up, her finger brushed against it.
I heard her suck in a quiet breath, but she kept her eyes down.
I grinned, plucking the string from her fingertips. “This will do,” I said.
I tied a careful knot around her wrists—one that wouldn’t tighten itself if she struggled. I made sure it was snug enough to keep her from sliding her hands free, but not so tight that it’d leave a mark. Then I hooked the other end of it through the grate in the locker behind her and tied that off as well.
