Quickly and skillfully she bound his wrists together with a figure eight knot then secured his trapped hands to the railing at the head of the bed. Even when he tugged at it there was no give.
A look of uncertainty slid into Max’s eyes. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“Shh.” Silken laid a finger against his lips, silencing him. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You’ll love this. I promise.”
Max gave her a look of suspicion, obviously feeling no more reassured now than when she’d just bound him to the bed.
But Silken didn’t mind. A touch of fear – just a hint, mind you – would make his ultimate release that much more explosive.
Then he cocked his head. “Aren’t you going to get out of your clothes?”
“Not yet. Let’s take care of you first.”
Silken slid down the bed until her body lay alongside his then she leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. When she moved away he raised his chin, still wanting more, but she wasn’t about to grant him his wish, not when denying him his full satisfaction was what would drive him crazy with desire. And that was her goal, wasn’t it? Softening her lips, she slid them to the sensitive spot behind his ear and brushed kisses there and down his neck to his strong shoulders. As her lips settled there a thought crossed her mind. Wouldn’t the sensation be even more intense if she could deprive him of the sense of sight?
Silken lifted her head to look around the dimly-lit room, trying to find something, anything she could use to make a blindfold. In her room she would have found tons of stuff – sashes, head wraps, scarves – but here in a man’s more spartan bedroom she couldn't find a single thing.
And then she saw it – a light cotton A-shirt hanging from a hook at the back of the door. Not as perfect as a scarf but good enough. It was soft and light enough where she could easily wrap it around his eyes and knot it at the side of his head. She hopped off the bed and ran to get her prize.
But when she got back and began to cover Max’s eyes he shifted his head and glared up at her. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he said. “I want to see exactly what you’re doing to me.”
“Oh, come on,” Silken chided, “don’t be such a baby. It will be more fun this way.” Then she gave a sorrowful pout. “Don’t you trust me?”
“No.” The answer was quick and unapologetic, making it obvious that her attempt at the cute ‘puppy-dog’ look hadn’t worked on Max. “I don’t trust you, not when you have that wicked look in your eyes.”
She heaved a dramatic sigh. “All right, no blindfold. Spoilsport.”
The blindfold idea shelved, she threw the shirt onto the nearby chair then turned her attention back to Max. This time she didn’t climb back onto the bed. Instead, she simply leaned over and continued her trail of kisses down the middle of his chest.
His body jerked but, arms immobilized, all Max could do was watch. Then as her kiss moved lower he sucked in air and held it and even when she paused just above the waistband of his shorts – as she’d done just minutes before – he did not release his breath.
Now it was Silken’s turn to have her breath catch in her throat. She was the one who had started this and now it was time to deliver. Max was waiting.
She glanced up at him and he was watching her, dark eyes gleaming. She could not turn back now.
Silken bit her lip. Then she closed her eyes. Then, before she could change her mind, she hooked her thumbs into his boxer shorts and pushed them off his hips. Down she went with the shorts, sliding them over his thighs and down his legs, her eyes still squeezed shut.
And then they were off...totally off and in her hand, and Max lay bare before her.
Not that she was seeing anything. Her eyes were still shut.
“Now it’s your turn.”
At the sound of Max’s voice, Silken’s eyes flew open. Big mistake. If she’d wanted to play shy girl and postpone her view of his private part, that plan was dashed when she got her first eyeful of Max in all of his glory.
It was the biggest…Silken swallowed. Not that she’d seen many. She’d fallen in love her freshman year in college – or so she thought until she’d ended up having to dump the guy for being so domineering. Her second relationship lasted all of six months before the guy ended up dumping her…for being too bossy. So, yeah, she had some experience under her belt. But experience with a penis this size? Er, not really.
Quickly, Silken turned away and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. She needed a moment to think. Had she made a big mistake? Was this ‘dominating Max’ plan such a good idea? Because how could you dominate a man you weren’t sure you could even handle?
“What’s taking you so long?” The amusement was obvious in Max’s voice. “You got to see me naked. Now it’s my turn to see you.”
“I’m coming,” she said, annoyed that no matter that he was helpless to move, he still seemed to have the upper hand. “Don’t rush me.”
When she got a chuckle in response she gritted her teeth. So he wanted naked? Then he’d get it and she would torture him with it until he begged her for release.
Grumbling under her breath, she loosened the rest of the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt then she pushed her shoes off her feet and unbuckled her belt. Within seconds she was in nothing but bra and panties. Then she turned to face him.
Slowly, his mouth curled into a sly smile and he shook his head. “Not good enough,” he said. “I want to see everything.”
“All right, all right,” she muttered then reached behind to loosen the clasp on her bra. She let the undergarment slide off her shoulders and down her arms to flutter down to the carpeted floor. Then she straightened and she saw that he was staring at her like he wanted to devour her…and that was exactly as things should be.
Seeing Max’s hungry gaze made Silken feel a whole lot more confident. She hooked her thumbs into her bikini panties and slid them down her legs and when she straightened he was still staring at her but this time he licked his lips in a move she could swear was involuntary.