New Game in Town(19)

Comfortable? Yeah, right… No! She could already feel her blood pressure rising and a trickle of sweat running down her back as she attempted to tamp down on the fear beginning to fester within her belly.

Incapable of getting the words out, Gina merely nodded and took a seat on the edge of the settee, allowing him to tie the blindfold over her eyes. Memories of Connor and the jersey flooded back to her, assaulting her mind like an invading army.

Forget Connor!

The feel of the cool silk covering her eyes was ironically calming, offering a balm to her clattering nerves. But soon the calm was replaced by apprehension as long minutes passed with her waiting silently in the room by herself.

Had they forgotten about her?

The sound of the curtain being drawn behind her had her turning her head in that direction, but unable to see, Gina waited for someone to speak. But no words came.

The muted sound of the music barely registered, instead she was more aware of her own ragged breath reverberating in and out of her.

Was someone there or was she still alone?

“Hello?”

The only answer was the slight swish of air, indicating movement in front of her. Unconsciously, her muscles clenched, bracing herself against the uncertainty.

This is crazy! I don’t even know who is in here with me! Was it the man who she had caught watching her?

“I—I think maybe…”

The light touch of a thumb rubbing back and forth over her lips effectively cut off her stammering words. The gentle caress moved leisurely to include her jaw, then trickled slowly down the sensitive skin on her neck and along the inside of the scooped neckline of her lace dress. A leg nudged hers as far apart as the hem of her dress would allow, and he inserted himself to stand between her knees.

Gina inhaled sharply when the backs of cool hands lightly coursed over her nipples protruding against her lace dress. Her lack of a bra allowed her to feel each swipe of his large hands moving gently over her heavy breasts, testing their weight. She felt them slide along her rib cage and gradually reach around to find the zipper at her back, pulling it down inch by inch until the fabric was pulled down and away to gather around her waist. The blast of cold air on her bare skin had her nipples peaking, her body arching forward and her cheek coming in contact with a waistband in front of her face. She pulled back quickly, his belt buckle seeming to brand her.

She heard his quick intake of breath, his deep moan letting her know that he was not immune to her.

Already feeling vulnerable because of the blindfold, her arms automatically reached up to cross over her breasts in an inane attempt to cover herself up.

“No.” The gruff order pierced the silence between them. Sure hands manacling her wrists pulled her arms down to once again reveal her bare torso to his gaze.

Gina swore she could actually feel eyes devouring her. How was that possible?

The sensation of cool cloth being wrapped around her wrists had Gina sucking in a startled breath.

It was happening. He was going to do it.

“Uh, I’m not sure…”

A strong arm reached under her knees, effectively cutting off her tepid protest. Sure hands swiveled her bottom and lifted her legs up onto the cushion beneath her. His hands travelled over the curve of her hips, along her rib cage, barely caressing the sides of her breasts, only to gently push her shoulders back so that she lay prone. The same hands gathered her crumpled dress at her waist and worked it slowly over her hips and down her bare legs, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. She heard it landing with a soft thud on the floor.

Then nothing. She felt him move away, leaving her fully exposed, with nothing but her heels on.

“Where are you?” Her hands automatically reached out, searching for him.

The air stirred near her head. “Shh.”

Strong hands grasped her wrists and her arms were stretched over her head, the silk binds tightening on her wrists as he secured her to something near her head.

Gina could only imagine the picture she presented. Lying naked except for her heels, with her arms tied over her head. The blindfold only adding to the erotic portrait of her spread out like a banquet.

Then she felt it, a light nibble on her ankle! Teeth raking softly down to the graceful arch of her foot. How could such an innocent touch have her hips wantonly arching up, looking for the same attention? Then she felt cool bindings being wrapped around her ankles, a hard tug letting her know that he had secured her legs to the mattress underneath them. There was more give in her lower bindings, allowing her legs more movement than her arms. But there was no question that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Pictures of the woman she had witnessed in a similar position only moments ago fluttered through Gina’s mind. The woman had begged for more, demanding her lovers fulfill her sexual needs. Would this man inspire such passion in her own body, to where she was begging just as much or, perhaps, even more?