What? Her mouth opened, but her voice fled as Seth lifted one of the scarves and ran it through his hand. The whole time, he kept his gaze fixed on hers, silently demanding her trust while enticing her with what he knew she craved.
And he was right. She so wanted this—the excitement, being brave, ramping their dirty play a notch—or two—higher.
A sense of rightness filled her. She lifted her hands in front of her. “Do your worst, handsome.”
His dark laughter ignited a flare of heat low inside of her. “Now you’ve challenged me. I can’t let that go unanswered.”
She inhaled a calming breath as he used the scarf to secure her wrists behind her.
“Step back.” He gently pushed her away from him, keeping his hands on her hips so she remained steady. Then he guided her toward the built-in closet until she was lined up with one of the half-moon shaped metal door handles. “Turn around, your back to the closet.”
She obeyed and saw a glimpse of the red leather belt before feeling it slide through the scarf. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched him loop the belt around the door handle and secure it, effectively tethering her to the polished metal.
He pulled her out a step, enough for the belt to tug against her restraints. “Just right.”
His words sounded like a kinky-ass version of Goldilocks. And for a predator, Seth could definitely pass as the bear with his strong, wide shoulders.
Seth grabbed the footstool sitting in front of her wingback reading chair and dragged it over next to her right side. “For later,” was all he said before walking to her nightstand.
What could he want there?
He turned sideways to glance at her while opening the drawer. “Checked these earlier. You have some interesting items in here, Harper.” He reached in, lifted out her eyemask, the extra wide ones she’d bought that didn’t let in a trace of light when she wanted to snooze in the afternoon. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t found—Then he pulled out her small silver vibe and a tube of lube. Lordy. His voice dropped to a subterranean level. “I think we’ll make good use of them tonight.”
She curled her toes in the carpet as he stalked toward her. Seth grabbed the office chair and slid it close, dropping the vibe and lube on the seat.
“Feet apart.” He looked down, watching her positioning. “Wider.” She shuffled farther making the distance about two feet. “Good.” He ran one hand through her hair, catching the strands at the back and softly pulling it and forcing her chin up. “Now we begin.” He leaned down and took her mouth with overwhelming skill, not ending the kiss until she leaned heavily against him, wanting more.
“Let’s start with a blindfold.” He slid the mask over her face, settling the elastic strap at the back of her head. His warm breath caressed her ear. “I want you feeling and hearing me, not getting distracted by thoughts and sight.”
Tied. Blindfolded. She was helpless. But he hadn’t ordered her to keep silent, right?
“Can I speak?”
His voice held amusement. “I’m counting on it.”
Somehow his words didn’t reassure her as much as she’d hoped.
She startled as his hands grasped her hips. His touch so firm. Yes, he always gripped her with purpose, like he wanted to feel her curves.
One of his hands moved higher up her side, skimming her flesh to cup her breast. He gently kneaded and stroked the plump mounds, drawing deep moans from her lips.
“One night I’m going to keep you like this, Harper. Naked. Hands tied behind you.” He pinched her right nipple, rolling the bud, first gently, then ever firmer. She bit her lip as a stream of need flowed to her core. “Sitting beside me on the sofa while I read or at the table where I’ll feed you.” He moved to the other breast, pinching and rolling. “Then I’ll lay you on the table. Spread you wide.” His hand dipped low, sliding through her moist warmth. “Eat you.” He slid a wet finger over her clit, once, twice. Shudders of delight raked through her. She twisted her wrists, but the knots held tight. “Fuck you.” He thrust two fingers into her.
Harper rose up on her toes as he curled his fingers, rubbing against her inner walls. “I, ahhh,” she broke off as he dragged his fingertips over her sweet spot.
“You what?” The big, evil Aussie taunted her when he could feel and see how his touch ignited her.
“I like that idea,” she moaned.
“So honest. It makes up in some way for your fib earlier.” He withdrew his fingers, moved both hands to cup her bottom, and squeezed the flesh. “But not entirely.”
Her belly dropped. “What...?”
He turned her sideways, pulling the belt taut, and spanked her left butt cheek then her right. She yelped, but he kept going, giving two hard swats to each cheek. The shock of surface pain turned deeper, more heated, sending pleasurable tingles between her legs. Slowly, he turned her back to face him. “There. You’ll remember that burn when you tell me you’re not nervous when you are.” He rubbed the hot skin for added emphasis as his voice dropped low, commanding. “When we’re playing or trying out new things, I need you to be honest with me, Harper. Always.”
She wanted to tell him to shove his honesty up his Vegemite-loving ass, but he was right. The natural instinct to bluff with false boldness was fine at other times. But when she was helpless and things could go wrong… She’d let him down. “I’m sorry, Seth.”
His lips brushed her cheek. “Forgiven, luv. This is all new; I understand that, but part of my taking care of you while we play is knowing how you’re feeling every moment.” The back of his fingers caressed her cheek. The sensation of his touch and the warmth of his breath was a heady mix while blindfolded.