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“Don’t make me wait too long,” he said, reluctantly releasing her.
Ambling into the bedroom, he stripped off and lowered the lights, then climbed into bed and let out a sigh. He’d never expected their date would turn into a sexy, indulgent weekend away, but the door opened, snatching his attention. As his eyes grew wide, he let out a low whistle. Dressed in a black lace bra, black lace panties, a garter belt and stockings, she looked like a Victoria’s Secret model.
“They didn’t have any handcuffs,” she said softly as she approached, “so I bought this black scarf.”
“Emma, I’m speechless, and that’s a first,” he purred, rising from the bed and moving over to her.
“I-uh-I’ve always wanted to be tied up.”
“And blindfolded?”
“That too.”
“You’ve met the right man,” he said huskily. “Give me the scarf and turn around.”
“Zach, my heart is beating like mad.”
“Excellent. Now do as you’re told.”
As she pivoted on her toes, he expertly folded the scarf and slipped it over her eyes. Hearing a quick intake of breath as he tied it securely behind her head, he dropped his lips to her shoulder and kissed his way up her neck.
“Zach, I’m feeling weak again.”
“That’s exactly how you should feel,” he murmured. “I’m taking you to the bed where you’ll wait quietly. I won’t be long. Say, yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Guiding her to the edge of the mattress and sitting her down, he hurried into the bathroom and pulled the sash from the robe hanging on the back of the door.
* * *
EMMA HAD READ EROTICnovels involving Dominance and submission, and for many months she had fantasized about being with a man who would help her take the leap of faith. As she waited for Zach to return, she couldn’t believe the moment was upon her. Suddenly his lips brushed against hers, and his fingertips tickled their way down her arm.
“You’re so sweet when you want to be,” he crooned. “Raise your hands and lock your fingers together.”
She loved the feel of the soft terry cloth cord tying her wrists, and was surprised when he continued wrapping it around her forearms and up to her elbows.
“A makeshift bondage mitten. How does it feel?”
“Amazing, I love it,” she murmured, thinking if her heart raced any faster she’d probably faint. “I love everything.”
“Move yourself onto the bed and rest on your elbows and knees.”
Climbing on the mattress, she knew he was watching her, and as she assumed the lewd position a warm blush crossed her face. But her focus quickly shifted when she felt him kneel behind her, and his hands began roaming over her upturned backside.
“I have a new name for you,” he declared. “I’m going to call you kitten. Would you like to know why?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please, Sir,” he corrected her, underscoring the command with a quick smack. “Don’t forget again.”
“Ow, yes, please, Sir.”
“First, because you have such a lovely pussy,” he mumbled, slipping his finger into the gusset of her underwear, “and every time I call you Kitten, you’ll remember this moment. Your first time tied and blindfolded. The second, because your razor sharp tongue matches the razor sharp claws of a kitten, and like you, kittens are playful and naughty, but soft and cuddly.”
“Soft,” she repeated. “I’ve never felt soft the way I do with you, not really. Not like this.”
“As the days go by you’ll feel even softer,” he promised, shifting to kneel at her side.
