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What the hell have I gotten myself into?
All my cast off worries and warnings suddenly seemed … pertinent.
Something shifted in the shadows at the far end of the room. As I peered into the darkness beyond my line of sight, a bright spotlight flooded the center of the room and left me with weeping eyes. I couldn’t see anything after that and was still swiping away my tears from the light when the door closed behind me. Slow, precise footsteps announced Damon’s presence.
My heart jumped. Thankfully, my body didn’t.
Just put me into a slasher flick right now, please.
I had done everything possible wrong. And I could’ve made yet another list just based on my lack of security and awareness when a not-yet-familiar hand with a cool touch traced lightly over my hip bone, obliterating all those thoughts.
I wanted this. I wanted exactly what was happening now.
If I’m going down in a slasher flick, I hope to hell they have microphones, because I’m going to scream well and loudly at the first cut.
But Damon’s brief caress dropped away.
“Stand over there.” Fingers extended past my vision, pointing to the center of the room. A thin strip of blue fluttered in my periphery as his tie dropped forward.
The beams crisscrossed in a kaleidoscope of shadows and light right at the center, but when I stepped into the middle of the floor, bright white light blared directly into my eyes.
I edged into the very middle of the room, until I became used to it, as much as was possible.
“Too bright?”
I couldn’t see a fucking thing. “I think my makeup might run,” I joked, but it mustn’t have been a problem because there wasn’t a single sound behind me. I sighed. “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.” Silence met my response, and I jiggled a little on the spot before I realized what I had missed. “Sir.”
Much.
“Good.” His voice came from directly behind me.
If I leaned back, I would be able to touch him, though I didn’t feel his heat this time. More a cold void where the cheeky man had been earlier in the night. I swallowed and prayed I hadn’t made a huge error in judgment.
Footsteps echoed weirdly around the room, bouncing off the walls and back at me. Something cold and slippery pressed against my bare ankles. I squeaked and shifted.
“Don’t move. Don’t be tempted to survey your surroundings.” The command froze me on the spot. “Look directly into the light, please. If it’s intolerable, ask for a blindfold.”
I didn’t answer him as he didn’t seem to require an answer. Footsteps moved around behind me, as though he stepped away. Something else brushed the backs of my knees. Damon grabbed my ankles, and I swallowed a scream that still tried to emerge from my throat in a warbling little moan.
So not sexy.
He flicked my sandals off my feet and tossed them to one side of the room. A single finger slid along my arch, leaving me writhing and giggling.
The sharp sting from his open palm on my sole silenced me.
“You’re going to be fun to play with, aren’t you,” he mused.
I shivered as he worked the buttons open on the back of my dress and flicked away the ribbon that held the top in place. The material slithered along my thighs where he caught it.
“Step out.”
“Yes, Sir.” My nipples pebbled tighter, almost painful. I wanted to beg him to give me relief and not to touch me at the same time, in case it made the tension worse.
Don’t looknever seemed so hard.
His fingers grazed my calves as he threw the dress on my side. A moment later, his breath brushed my bare shoulders. Cool fingertips traced my arms. “Beautiful.”
One word, and my body joined my head in spinning.
