His Ransom 4(19)

“Do you know what I see?” he asked. His mouth was near my ear. I trembled.

“I see this pale flesh,” he said, tracing a thumb in circles down my arm. “Look at the color, so perfect. Like mother of pearl. There’s pink and white softness. There’s the small flecks of darkness, your darling freckles.”

He bent his head and kissed my arm. I shook with tension. His dark hair fell over my skin.

“Jake—”

“Watch.”

He turned me around so that I stood sideways. Bending down, he lifted the hem of my dress. The silken fabric bunched in his hand.

“Watch yourself,” Jake said. “Tell me the colors.”

I watched. It was hard to tear my eyes away from the handsome man in a suit kneeling down behind me, but I did my best. My legs emerged from under the dress. I tried to see what Jake had seen. Creamy skin, softness and smooth curves.

“Cream,” I said, wanting to obey him. “Cream and white. Paler white on that scar next to my knee where I fell climbing Iowa’s only tree.”

Jake pushed my dress up farther, exposing my ass. All I could think about, though, was how much I wanted his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to be undressing himself, not me.

Suddenly, he brought his hand down on my bare asscheek. I jumped, startled out of my thoughts.

“Watch,” Jake murmured. His fingers grazed over the hot handmark on my ass.

“Red,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Bright red. White around the edges.”

“They say red roses are the color of love,” Jake said.

“Do you love me?” I asked. I was only half-sassing. Jake brought his hand down on my ass again. I squealed as the heat from his blow spread through my body. I twisted, but the collar held me tightly upwards.

“I’ll turn you red all over if you let me,” Jake said. “Now watch yourself. I want you to see yourself how I see you.”

Without another word, he forced my legs apart. I only had a moment to register what was happening before his tongue thrust between my thighs to where I was already slick with desire.

An explosion of sensation burst through me. I tried to reach down with my hands, but they were cuffed up at my throat to the collar. I couldn’t reach him.

“Ahh!” I cried out as Jake swiped again with his tongue, sending a fresh set of thrills through my nerves.

He kissed me, licking and sucking. He gripped my thighs with his strong hands, kneading at the muscles just under my asscheeks. I groaned with pleasure.

“What color?” he asked. With a single lick at my sex, I shivered. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Pink.”

“Better,” he said. He pressed his face back down between my legs.

Pink, I’d said. Now, though, I could only see darkness. The dark brown, almost black, of his hair. The dark charcoal gray of his suit. When I closed my eyes, darkness.

Small touches, his fingers dipping into me. A light friction along my most sensitive flesh. His touches sent me into spasms as he worked my swollen flesh to its limit. I was sick with desire, but at the last moment he would always pull away.

He thrust his tongue into me and I screamed. I needed more.

“What color?”

He spread me open and I nearly screamed as the cool air rushed over me. I wanted him inside of me, needed him.

“R—red,” I gasped.

“Perfect.”

He unclipped my leash from the hook above and I collapsed against him, my legs trembling. Without hesitation, he swept me up from the ground and carried me the few steps to the bed.

He threw me down. My hands were still cuffed, and I landed on my stomach awkwardly. I tried to roll over, but he pushed me back over and spanked me.

“Ah!”

“In here, you don’t question my decisions. You’re under my control, understood?”

I nodded silently. Anything. He could do anything, just so long as he quenched this raging need inside of my body.

“Stand up.”

I stood on weak knees. He wouldn’t leave me like this, would he? I was about to burst with desire. My dress fell back down, concealing my aching flesh. I was wet, so wet for him.

He uncuffed my wrists and took my collar off. He handed me something else. It took my dizzy mind a few moments to process it.

“A blindfold?”

“Put it on,” he said. “We’re going out to dinner.”





Chapter Ten

Under the blindfold, I had to trust Jake completely. He was at my side for every moment. His hand pressed my elbow, leading me down the hallway. Soon I was able to match his stride, and I followed him as easily as if I’d been walking on my own.

We got into the elevator. It didn’t go down, though.

“Jake,” I said. “Where are we going?”