“Like that, do you?”
“This qualifies as love. Oh my god…”
He grinned at her again, and was probably laughing a bit at her expense, but she didn’t care. That chocolate was worth whatever bit of fun he poked at her. She’d almost crawl across glass for more.
“Well, then, you should also keep that in mind as we move on.”
Raine wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that statement, but if there was more chocolate involved, she could deal. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. Now close your eyes.”
The command made her frown. He wanted to feed her when she couldn’t see? “Wait. Is this one of those ‘trust’ exercises? Wouldn’t it be better if I let you stand behind me while I tipped back and waited to see if you’ll catch me?”
“Another day, maybe. Not now. Yes, this is about trust. Everything is. Close your eyes.”
His voice had dropped another octave. A fresh swarm of butterflies emerged in her stomach. She didn’t like it. Not being able to see made her feel wretchedly exposed.
“If you don’t hurry, I’ll be taking everything back to the kitchen except the pickles.”
Raine slammed her eyes shut.
“About time. Keep them shut and hold still.”
She heard the bed squeak just a bit, then felt the rush of cool air on her arm as Liam walked past. His gaze on her back seemed to singe her skin. Then something cool and silky fluttered in front of her face before he settled it over her eyes and knotted it at the back of her head. A blindfold. Oh, hell.
It scared her a little. But she was also able to focus on the sounds of his movements, the warmth in the air, the humming of her skin. Anticipation. Everything he did to and for her felt almost like a seduction.
His footsteps trailed away from her, then a drawer opened, closed. He returned, and Raine felt his grip settle around her wrists. A moment later, he snapped something around them snugly. Leather? A gentle tug proved the cuffs were attached.
“Restraints? What the… I said I wouldn’t try to feed myself.”
“I heard you. Think of these as my insurance policy. Beside, you look fetching all bound.”
He was a Dom. Of course he’d think so. Besides… “You pervs just like it because it makes a sub’s boobs stick out.”
“That, too, you mouthy wench. Now focus. Pay very special attention to everything I say. There’s going to be a test.”
Great. She’d failed plenty of those in her life. She wasn’t keen to fail this one now. Somehow, she was pretty sure he’d make that really unfun. And the idea of failing him again upset her even more.
“I’ll do my best.”
“Glad to hear it,” he sounded almost amused, but she didn’t believe for a second that he wasn’t taking this seriously. Yesterday, she might have believed that he’d dance to her whim. Now...not so much.
“What’s your favorite color?”
Liam had not dragged her out of Shadows and up a mountain to find out if she liked green more than blue.
“Red,” she said tentatively, hoping like hell there wasn’t a wrong answer.
“A nice color. Open your mouth.”
The demand made her pause, wonder what the hell he was up to. But maybe there would be chocolate. She parted her lips. Between them, he stuck more bread and followed that with a sip of the sweet, rich wine.
She smiled. This might not be a terrible game, after all…as long as the questions didn’t get too difficult.
Yeah, she didn’t hold out a lot of hope for that.
“And what’s your favorite pizza topping?”
Was this a getting-to-know-you exercise or a quiz for dinner? She didn’t know exactly where they were, but she gathered he’d brought her to basically the middle of nowhere. Doubtful anyone delivered out here. “Mushrooms and extra cheese, but I’m not that picky. Avoid bell peppers and anchovies, and I’ll probably eat it.”
“Good to know. Open up again.”
This time she did so quickly, hoping for a bit more of that lovely melting heaven on her tongue. Instead, she got a bite of a really rich cheese. A little tart, a tad smoky… He followed it with more bread. Raine sensed his eyes on her, felt her nipples getting hard. Wow, this game was way sexier than she’d first thought. She licked her lips, then plumped them a bit. “What’s next?”
Absolute silence. She could hear him breathing. His body heat poured toward her in a warm wave. His displeasure wasn’t far behind.
“Sir,” she corrected quickly. “What’s next, Sir?”
“When matters get tough, why do you always run, lass?”
His question slammed her in the chest like a semi chasing the land speed record. She had to force her answer out. “I-I don’t run; I just leave a situation when I’m making it worse.”
“I see. Open.”
Raine couldn’t get a read on his tone, but she dutifully parted her lips.