CHAPTER 33
Nick
“Blue,” she said without a moment’s hesitation.
No surprise. It was her go-to color for most of her wardrobe. Nick gestured toward the board. “Go ahead.”
Her gaze moved from the natural to the synthetic side. “What kind should I pick?”
“Which tie spoke to you?”
“I liked the … thigh one.”
“Futomomo.” Just saying the name and being this close to seeing it on her heated his blood.
“Yes, that one.”
He pointed to the left. “Let’s use the nylon, then. The thicker one.”
He watched her gorgeous ass shifting as she went to lift the coil off the hook. She stood there with it in her hands, staring down at it for a moment.
Bare-breasted, wearing that lacy thong, with blue rope in her hands.
Fuck, he could come right now from that sight alone.
“Bring it to me, beautiful girl.”
Nick saw that she was trembling, barely perceptibly, yet clearly trembling, as she took a step. Before he realized it, he’d met her halfway. Reaching for the rope, he used it to pull her the last few inches toward him.
She didn’t let go; now they held the coil together.
“All of this …” He motioned toward the wall of rope, the mirrored walls. “All of this is nothing if there’s no connection. By the time this evening is over, I’ll make you understand.”
He felt the energy crackle, electric, between them. The rope might as well have been a live wire, so intense was the vibe. Her eyes were huge as she stared into his.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Use your words,” he gently urged. “Everything must be crystal clear in here.”
She nodded again. “I trust you.”
“Good.” He reached to grip her chin and tip her face up to his. “I’m going to give commands, and you will obey them.”
A flash of defiance sparked in her eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. “OK.” She tilted her head. “Do I address you in a certain way?”
“‘Sir’ is the formal way to address your dom.” He couldn’t help but smile a little. “Unless you’d rather call me Captain.”
Her smile blossomed, swift and beautiful.
Nick gave the rope a tug. “Let go.”
He didn’t just mean the rope. How could he explain this?
After a beat, she unclasped her fingers, leaving the soft nylon to him.
“That’s it.” His free hand slid up her arm to her shoulder, to finally ever so lightly wrap around her throat. He nudged her chin up with his thumb and looked deep into her eyes.
