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I certainly didn’t want to dim her mouthwatering trepidation. Keeping her on edge gave me more of the heady sense of control I craved; her helplessness kept my cock hard and ready to ravage her tight pussy.
As badly as I wanted to fuck her, I’d told the truth when I’d said I wouldn’t rape her. Taking what I wanted from her by force would be easy. Boring.
Bending her to my will and shaping her into my eager fucktoy? That took skill. I could be a very patient man, especially when it came to claiming a woman, body and soul.
I pocketed all of the perverted items I’d selected for her, except for the bli
ndfold. I wrapped the length of silky black cloth around my fingers, holding my fist out slightly as I approached her once again. Her gaze flitted to the blindfold, and she took a step back with a slight shake of her head.
“I like watching your lovely eyes when I’m playing with you, but this will make you more aware of what I’m making you feel,” I told her.
“What?” she asked faintly.
I didn’t give her time to collect herself. She didn’t try to flee or fight when I lifted the cloth to her face. Instead, she closed her eyes as I pressed it against them and knotted the blindfold in place at the back of her head.
Finally, her body reacted, and she reached up to pull the cloth away. I caught her wrists easily and redirected her arms to her sides.
“Settle, cosita. This isn’t going to hurt.”
Her next words went straight to my cock. “I’m scared,” she admitted on a shaky whisper.
A low rumble left my chest; a sound of dark satisfaction. “If I were a good man, I’d tell you not to be frightened. But I’m not a good man.” I grasped one of her delicate hands and pressed her palm against my erection. “I like having you at my mercy, Samantha. I like when you tremble and whimper for me.”
“Please.” Her high whine and feeble attempt to tug her hand away made my blood run hotter.
My fingers firmed around hers, forcing her to continue touching my cock through my slacks. “Just like that.” My voice was a bit rougher, less controlled than I would have liked. “But soon, you’ll be begging me to touch you, not to release you.”
I forced myself to release her for the moment, or I might guide her hand beneath my slacks and make her touch me skin-to-skin. She wasn’t ready for that. My spooked little virgin needed to be in a lust-drunk cloud before I exposed her to my cock. Not to mention, I needed to be sure that she was thoroughly docile first. I didn’t want the angry kitten to surface again and try to scratch me where she might actually do some damage.
I gripped her waist and lifted her slight body, positioning her where I wanted her on the bed. She immediately flailed and tried to roll away, the blindfold making her even more adorably awkward than ever. She’d already proven that she wasn’t a skilled fighter, but with her sight taken, she really was helpless.
It only took a second for me to retrieve the handcuffs from my pocket, grab her wrists, and secure the metal shackles around them. I looped the chain over one of the hooks affixed to my headboard. She wasn’t going anywhere.
That didn’t stop her from twisting in blind panic. I gripped her forearms, stilling her wild movements.
“Don’t struggle,” I ordered. “You’ll only bruise yourself. I’m interested to see how easily your pretty skin marks up, but not like this.”
I wanted my marks on her, not self-inflicted injury.
My words seemed to increase her panic, and she twisted beneath me. A small frown tugged at my scar. I needed to calm her, or she really would damage her wrists. She responded well to physical dominance, so I settled my palm over her throat, wrapping my fingers around her slim neck. I didn’t apply much pressure, but she stilled instantly.
“Cosita,” I said, dropping my voice deeper with warning. “I gave you an order. Settle down. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“But you want to,” she whispered tremulously. “You want to break me.”
I didn’t release her throat, but I stroked her hair with my free hand, gentling her. “I won’t break you. But I am going to tame you.”
“I don’t want to be tamed. I want to go home.” Her voice hitched, and I could hear the tears in her words, even if I couldn’t see them sliding down her cheeks; the black cloth over her eyes caught them before they could fall.
“You’re scared,” I said softly, continuing to pet her. I liked the silky glide of her copper hair beneath my calloused palm. “That’s natural. But it will pass. You have to trust me, Samantha.”
“Trust you?” she asked on a maddened laugh.
“You will trust me.” The command came out a bit more fiercely than I intended. “You will give me everything. Trust that I will take care of you. I will give you pain, but you don’t yet understand the pleasure I can offer.” I took a breath and softened my tone to something more cajoling. “Now, be a good girl and don’t pull against the cuffs.”
Her delicate features tightened as her rage surfaced once again. “Fuck you,” she hissed.
I couldn’t allow this small show of defiance. And I didn’t like the crass words issuing from her sweet tongue. She’d have to learn better manners.
