His Ransom 4(10)

I raised my brows.

“Present?”

“A little goodbye present. Don’t argue with me.”

“Why?” I asked slyly, tracing one finger down the line of his already undone tie. “Will you have to punish me if I argue?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe I want you to punish me,” I said. My fingers moved down to his waistline. His member twitched as I brushed the back of my hand along his length.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, sweet girl,” Jake said. His voice tingled over my skin.

“Are you sure that I’m so sweet?” I teased.

“Nope, not sure,” Jake said. He bent down and picked me up at the waist, swinging me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“Aiyee!” I cried out.

“Let’s make sure,” he said. “One hundred percent sure.” I smacked his ass as he carried me back inside.

Jake strode back through the living room, back, back down the hallway…

“Where are you taking me?”

“You know where I’m taking you,” he said. I could hear the grin in his voice.

“Jake! Ahh! Put me down!” I smacked uselessly at his butt, his back, his shoulders. He had me gripped tight in his arms.

“Say please.”

“Please!”

“Sorry, nope.”

“What?!”

“Not even a please is going to do it this time.” He kicked open the door that led to the mirrored room.

He’d had the mirror replaced and extended in a curve, so that the bed was now surrounded almost entirely by reflective surfaces. I saw my rear swing around as he let me drop unceremoniously onto the mattress. All of my reflections bounced, bounced, and then stood still.

Jake ripped his tie off.

“Hands.”

I offered my wrists up for him to bind. He wrapped the silk tie around them. He kissed me first on one palm, then the other.

“You’re so sweet,” I said. He grinned.

“I’m going to wear you out so badly that you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Okay, maybe sweet isn’t the word.”

“Turn around.”

“You just want to control me,” I said. I obediently spun so that I was facing away from him. In the mirror, I could see him unbutton his shirt, revealing his muscled chest. My core clenched inside of me.

“Yes. I want to control you. In here.”

“Not out in the real world?”

“This is the real world,” Jake said. His eyes bore through mine in the mirror. “It’s everything out there that’s fake.”

His hands ran down my sides lightly, then tugged on the side zipper of my dress. The fabric fell away from my body easily and pooled at my knees. I’d obeyed his order—no underwear—and the look on his face when he pulled my dress away was worth any discomfort I’d felt throughout the evening.

He looked at me like I was his perfect present. Like my body was sculpted out of marble and every curve was beautiful. I’d never looked at myself in that way before. Not before Jake.

“God, Lacey,” he said throatily. The rumble of his voice made my nerves tremble. The ache inside of me grew with every brush of his fingertips on my skin.

“Take me,” I said.

Jake bent his head and pressed a kiss on my angled shoulder. I leaned back against his warm chest. God, he felt good.

“Lacey, I want you to trust me tonight,” he said. His voice was a whisper.

“Of course.”

“I’m going to push you farther than we’ve gone before,” he said. “I’m warning you now so you know what to expect.”

A thrill of fear ran through my body. All of Jake’s experiments—the blindfolds, the handcuffs—had been terrifying at first. I tried to imagine what else he had in store. But there was no way I could know. Heck, I’d been a virgin before I met him!

His hands caressed me, fanning the flames of my desire even higher. I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me right then and there. I was burning with need.

But instead, he stood up.

“Please…” I moaned quietly. He smiled and pulled a blindfold over my eyes. The dark fabric covered my eyes and ears, muting the sound in the room. I was enveloped in darkness.

Blinded now, I heard him make his way over to his drawer of toys. He came back, his weight shifting the mattress. I held myself steady on my knees, kneeling on the mattress. What was he going to do to me?

His mouth came down on my neck, biting. His hands wrapped around my body. So far, he hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary. Then I heard a low hum.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he pressed the vibrator against me.

“Ahh!” I cried.

“Too high of a setting?” I heard the pitch of the hum drop, and then I felt the vibrator again. I’d never used one before, and I squirmed back against Jake’s chest. He pressed it lightly onto my most sensitive flesh, then pushed harder. Lighter, then harder, pulsing it against my already-aching clit.