Alec was scowling when I returned to the room Sally had given to us, his glare a truly magnificent thing to behold. “You have been gone exactly twelve min—what the hell do you think you’re going to do with those?”
I twirled the red silk braided rope in one hand, while draping the matching scarf over my shoulder. “Sally gave them to me. I’m going to use them, my sexy vampire, to keep you from doing everything you want to do. You’re still healing, so it’s important you don’t put too much stress on your wounds. The rope will ensure you don’t.”
“You don’t seriously believe you can tie me down.”
“Oh, yes, yes I do.”
He rolled his eyes and tried to hide a smug thought that he would indulge me for a few minutes before simply ripping his hands free from the restraint. I smiled a secret smile to myself, and peeled off my jeans and shirt.
“You’re not happy anymore,” I said, gesturing toward his penis, now in a dormant state.
“You were gone for twelve minutes,” he said, giving me a tolerant look as I slipped one of his hands through the adjustable loop in one end of the rope, snaking it through a couple of bars on the metal headboard before repeating the process with his remaining hand.
He tried to catch the nipple of my breast nearest him in his mouth as I leaned over him, but I shifted to the side, saying, “I would have thought you might have entertained yourself with thoughts of how you wanted me to pleasure you.”
“I didn’t, although I did spend some time on various punishment methods that will be meted out to you if you don’t stop stalling and let me make love to you.”
I smiled as he tested the bonds, distracted for a moment with the way the muscles in his arms and chest moved as he did so. The silk rope gave a little, but not so much that he could reach past his ears.
“What a delicious picture this is,” I said, leaning forward to nip his lower lip. “A handsome-as-sin vampire all tied up, just like a smorgasbord for me to taste. But I think . . . yes, I think we can improve on this experience.”
“I hope so, because I’m fast losing patience with you.”
He tried to sound stern and unhappy, but I could feel that his interest and curiosity had been piqued.
“It’s a blindfold. Oooh, tricky!” As I leaned over him to tie the silken scarf over his eyes, he twisted and caught me with his legs, the powerful muscles in his thighs almost spelling an end to my plan. Just stroking my hand up their hard lengths was enough to have me giving in to all the wicked thoughts Alec was currently transmitting to me, especially when he added a sense of how much pleasure he received from me touching him. “But it will do you no good.”
I pried myself out of the leg vise, and quickly tied the scarf over his eyes, making sure his nose was free for breathing. “Would you like a safe word?”
“Hell, no.”
He was still smugly of the belief that he was in control of the situation. I let him continue thinking it as I cooed softly, stroking a hand down his chest from the jagged scar at his breastbone down to his penis. “Sooo hot, Alec. Your skin burns, but in a good way. I want to lick every inch of you. And since you are at my mercy and unable to distract me with your hands and mouth, I think I will.”
I hummed a jaunty little song to myself as I bent over his chest, swirling a tongue around first one nipple, hidden in the soft curls of hair, before turning my attention to the other, allowing my fingers to stroke the ridged muscles of his abdomen.
I mentally damned his genes for allowing him to be in such good shape without working at it, while lesser folks like me were at the mercy of sadistic personal trainers.
“OK, that right there would make just about every woman on the planet your love slave for life.” I moved my kisses down his chest to his belly, swirling my tongue around his belly button as his hips jerked upward, his breath hissing when I bit the lovely indentation below his hips. “Luckily, no one but me is going to know you’re so wonderful. Why, what do we have here? It looks like a penis.”
“You love toying with me this way, don’t you?” he asked in a voice tinged with amused exasperation. “You truly think you have me in your power?”
“I know I do.” I let my fingers go wild on his groin, stroking and gently pulling, and generally just getting to know the scenery. I bent down and gently bit his inner thigh, enjoying the sheer spurt of pleasure that coiled through him as a result. His hunger was riding him hotly now, but I knew part of it was triggered by sexual need, and I couldn’t help but want to push that just a bit higher before giving in to him. I looked up and gave him a saucy grin. “You don’t know where I’m going to touch next, do you? You’re wholly in my power, Alec. I can touch you here, or here, or even nibble you here . . .”
He groaned deep in his chest.
“. . . and there’s not a darned thing you can do about it. I have to say, I really enjoy having you spread out before me like this. Let’s see, are you ticklish here?”
“Dammit, woman, you are deliberately baiting me!”
“Mmm.” I looked up from where I was nipping gently at his inner thighs. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Yes, but that’s beside the point. Cease your teasing.”
“Or what?” I asked sweetly, gently squeezing his testicles. “Oh, didn’t I mention that Sally said those ropes are magic? You can’t break them, you can’t slip your hands out, and you can’t untie them from the bed. In other words, my sexy vampire, you are well and truly bound until such time as I want you free.”
“Is that so?” I couldn’t see them beneath the scarf, but I knew his eyes were filled with heat and passion and hunger, promising retribution for both my tone and actions. I allowed my grin to grow before dipping my head and taking him into my mouth.
He swore in Latin, his hips thrusting upward as I tasted, and swirled, and generally drove us both close to the breaking point.
“Yes,” I said somewhat breathlessly a short time later, admittedly smirking to myself.
He whipped the scarf off to give me a heated look that came close to making my blood boil . . . until I realized just what that meant.
“Hey—” I started to say, but suddenly, I was on my belly at the bottom of the bed, Alec hard and hot behind me, the scarf twisted around underneath me. Alec used it to pull my hips up, parting my legs with his knees as he bent over me. “Alec! How did you get out of the magic ropes?”
“They weren’t magic,
“Damn that Sally! She lied to me!”
“I’m sure she would think of it simply as being naughty,” he said, kissing a path from my spine over to one hip before giving in to the hunger that threatened to swamp us both. Pain flared for a fraction of a second before melting into the most exquisite pleasure as he drank, my body aching with need for him.
“God shouldn’t . . . oh Mother Mary, that is so good.... God shouldn’t lie.”
Alec’s tongue swiped across the spot he’d been drinking from before he pulled my hips up with the scarf. “Now we shall see who is the one in power, and who is helpless.”
“What are you doing? ” I asked, every atom of my body quivering with anticipation and desire. “Are we doing it doggy-style?”
“You wanted bondage. Now you shall have it,” he said, pulling up on the scarf as he thrust inside my body.
I had been about to protest that I had never done bondage, even bondage light, as I suspected this would be classified, but the sensation of the scarf pulling up on my pubic bone as he entered me was enough to push everything from my mind but that of the rapture he was giving me just by flexing his hips.
I moaned in his mind as he slackened the scarf when he withdrew before pulling me upward again as he stroked back in.
