I downed the remnants left in my glass and set it down. Pulling on the strength I had left in the reserve I kept stored in my mental bank, I took the first step toward him. I told myself that once I finished this, once I played my part, we could go home.
Brander was safe, I told myself. So what if he was a kinky prick, but who wasn’t these days? I talked myself into continuing this path by the time I reached him and stood before him.
“Give me your hands. Hold your wrists together.” Once I had done what he instructed, he held my wrists together, tying them with a length of black silk, then lifted his eyes to hold mine as a smirk spread over his lips. My breathing hitched, struggling to calm my reaction to his touch. I watched in utter silence as he finished binding my wrists and lifted his eyes to mine. “Is that too tight?”
“A little,” I admitted, moving my hands as far as they would go.
“Good, then it’s perfect.”
“Now, what happens?” I asked through quivering lips, watching him closely as he moved across the room, grabbing a blindfold.
“Walk backward toward the bed and take a seat,” he ordered in a strained tone, running his finger over his top lip as his eyes turned to slits.
“You do know that you were supposed to be the easy one.” I fidgeted nervously as I stepped back carefully. The nerves within me were on edge, and the moment my legs touched the bed, I turned, staring into a giant mirror before sitting down.
The entire room smelled of Knox the longer I was in here, causing everything within me to struggle with the decision I was making. It was too late now to change my mind; by now, Knox had left the house to do whatever the hell he did when he vanished—supposedly, though, Brander had said he was still here. It both comforted and unnerved me.
“Oh, I’m easy, sweetheart. Easy like a Sunday morning.”
I chuckled at his attempt at humor. “Heels left on or off?” I asked, uncertain which I should do.
“On for now,” he said, watching me as I studied him from where he stood in front of me.
“When do you strip?” I asked, and his jaw tensed. “I just meant that I’m feeling a little undressed here.”
“Are you in a hurry, sweet one? I sure hope not,” he chuckled darkly, stepping between my legs. “This isn’t ending quickly.” He pushed a stray strand of hair from my temple, and shocks ignited from his touch. He placed the blindfold over my eyes and leaned down, brushing his mouth against mine and sent a flurry of heat and emotions pulsing through me. “Stand up.” I trembled at the tone of his voice as it changed, becoming darker.
Standing, I held my hands out in front of me, and as I did, a whisper of power erupted through the room, causing my hair to disturb from the pins that held it up. My flesh heated, and when hands reached for mine, I allowed it. Brander placed them above my head, using his foot to part my legs until I was standing with them slightly parted. Then, he secured my hands to what I assumed was a hook I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“Doing okay?”
“Yes,” I answered as apprehension slithered up my spine, and my mind focused on oceanic blue eyes that had swells within their murky depths. The memory of Knox against my flesh, the way he’d kissed me as if I was the air that filled his lungs and he was starving for oxygen. It calmed me from within.
“Good,” he growled, and more wind stirred within the room, rustling papers from the end tables.
The room filled with the promise of power as it brushed over my naked flesh. I inhaled, drinking in the faint scent of Knox that clung to the air as if he had been in here in the last few hours. I waited with my hands above my head, and my legs spread apart for Brander to begin. Only he never started, or he watched me squirming as I tried to trail his footsteps as I used my senses. It sounded as if he was across the room, but then his thumb trailed over my lips, making me jump.
“Be gentle with me,” I pleaded, swallowing hard as dark laughter echoed in my ears.
Chapter 32
I waited with bated breath, listening to the room as music started playing softly across from where I stood. Breaking Benjamin’s Dance with the Devil began, and for a moment, I was lost in the sound of the lead singer’s voice and the instruments that caused my blood to spike, rushing through me in tune with the tempo of the song. Fingers touched my spine slowly, and I arched, feeling the sparks it created, igniting a smoldering candle within me.
They continued to trail down my back, settling on my ass before they squeezed one cheek. I felt his heat as he moved closer, standing behind me as his mouth touched my shoulder, fanning heated breath over it. Hard, sinewy muscled flesh touched against my back while his hand slipped around my front, pulling me back as teeth grazed my shoulder. I felt his fingers as they pushed my bra aside, exposing one nipple, pinching it hard enough to expel a gasp from the delicious pain it created.
Throaty laughter whispered over my skin as his hand moved up, touching my throat as his mouth skimmed against my neck, kissing it softly, barely touching it with the softest butterfly wings which forced heat to soak my core, clenching with need. The simplest touch sent a wealth of need pooling in my sex until I felt it dripping down my leg embarrassingly so.
The growl that sounded from deep within him created a need that I couldn’t explain, as if my mind had replaced Brander with Knox, and my body was reacting to him because of it. A foot spread my legs further apart, while the other hand that held my throat released it, slipping down my stomach to touch beneath my panties, skimming over the delicate nub briefly before pushing through my sex, finding it wet with need.
“Not sure we need the foreplay, do we?” I whispered as an angry growl answered.
I felt him withdrawing his hand from my panties, ripping them off in a swift movement that pulled a cry from my parted lips. I opened my mouth to speak, and he pushed my panties between my lips, stilling my words as my brows furrowed. I could take a hint. His knees forced my legs apart. I felt him skimming my entrance from behind, while his other arm slipped around the front, brushing his thumb over the nub that connected to every erogenous nerve in my body.
A single finger entered my core, creating a moan that built deep in my chest and escaped through a muffled cry. Another finger pushed into me, and I whimpered at the fullness it created in my body. Slowly, torturously slow, he drove them deeper, only to withdraw them, turning them while his thumb worked circles against my clitoris.
Heat unfurled violently from my middle and moans exploded from my mouth. He slowly increased the speed kissing the curve of my neck as his hot breath fanned against it. My legs threatened to give out. He laughed hoarsely, watching as my body bent over with my arms twisting painfully above me, preventing me from falling to the floor. I began moving with his motion, helping him as he fucked me with two fingers until I gasped, screaming as everything exploded.
Bass pounded in my ears, or maybe it was my heartbeat. Lights filled my vision, replacing the darkness the blindfold created. He didn’t stop, not even after the orgasm began to abate and another one threatened to take hold. My breathing was labored. Spitting my panties out of my mouth, I gasped air in, fighting to regain control.
His fingers withdrew, and I listened to the sound of bare feet as they padded around me. One hand grasped me around the neck lifting me up as he pushed his fingers between my lips, forcing me to taste myself until his tongue joined in, brushing against mine. It was erotic, tasting myself with him as he growled against my mouth, noting the eagerness of my tongue.