Dare to Believe

deepen his caresses. She licked the shell of his ear, watching the light in his eyes darken as a shudder racked his body. Yup, I remembered right. That’s a hot spot. She nipped his earlobe.

The groan he let loose was music to her ears.

Leo shifted slightly, his eyes closing to half mast as he leaned down. “Do you trust me?” he whispered in her ear.

Something in his tone of voice, some dark desire she could see in his eyes, made her pause as she seriously considered his words. Did she trust him enough to do what she suspected he was going to ask?

Ruby looked up into Leo’s glowing eyes and realized, yes, she did trust him or she never would have followed him up to his hotel room that first night, let alone gotten on the plane to Nebraska. “Yes.”

The dark grin that crossed his face made her hesitate. “Then don’t move.”

His commanding tone made her shiver. Whether it was from nerves or arousal, she wasn’t sure. “Why not?”

Leo got up from the bed, brushing every inch of his body against hers. With a stern glance he reinforced his order that she not move.

He stood over her, staring down at her nakedness with a hunger she’d never encountered before, even from him. His gaze explored every inch of her body. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to cover herself up with her hands, suddenly shy before the possession in his gaze. She kept her arms extended over her head and was rewarded with his pleased, hungry look. “Very good, kitten.” He turned away, moving to his suitcase. She heard a zipper being opened, but decided to remain where she was. She had a feeling that Leo was about to introduce her to a game she’d heard of, but wasn’t certain she’d ever try anywhere but in her fantasies.

Looks like Leo is about to turn fantasy into reality. She quivered, anticipation tightening her muscles, her nipples beading in the early morning air.

She heard him rummaging around in the suitcase. Turning her head, she could see it was a smaller suitcase than the one that had held his clothes, and one he hadn’t bothered unpacking. She’d wondered at the time what was in it but had decided not to question him on it. She’d assumed it was private.

When he began laying out items on the bed, she realized it was extremely private.

The first thing Leo laid on the bed was a black tube. She could clearly make out the word lube on it, and shuddered slightly. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement that caused the shudder.

The second thing Leo laid on the bed was a peach-colored butt plug.

Okay, now I know what the lube is for. She might be inexperienced, but she wasn’t that naive. It was smaller than she thought it would be, and some of her nervousness left her.

Until Leo laid the next butt plug on the bed. This one was black and much wider around, and longer.

He held it next to the peach one, giving her a hot look before he turned back to the suitcase and put it back in, a clear warning of what he intended to do to her.

Oh, boy.

The next item he pulled out was a bright red penis with an odd attachment on the front. Ruby stared at it, a nervous giggle nearly escaping her.

A small feather duster was pulled out. “Um, do I get the French maid outfit to go with that?”

Leo looked up from the suitcase. There was no amusement in his eyes. “Shhh. No talking. Not yet.”

Ruby opened her mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when Leo glared at her.

He nodded his satisfaction and turned back to the suitcase.

A black paddle joined the feather duster on the bed. Ruby’s eyebrows rose alarmingly. Oh, I don’t think so! No way that thing gets anywhere near my ass.

His lips curved. “What makes you think I’d use it just on your ass?”

Her eyes widened. “No way. You did not just talk to me in my head.”

“We’re bonded, sweetheart. Of course I can get into that beautiful head of yours.”

A pair of Velcro cuffs, linked by a short chain, joined the paddle and the feather duster. A blindfold was set beside them. Finally, Ruby heard the zipper of the suitcase being closed.

Leo picked up the black cuffs and moved around to Ruby’s side of the bed. “Do you know what I’m going to do with these, Ruby?”

Ruby watched Leo’s face as his hands caressed the cuffs. She smiled, her lips zipped shut by his order not to speak.

Leo nodded in approval. “Good girl, kitten. You can speak.”

“You’re going to try to tie my wrists to the bedpost, right?”

Leo looked amused. “What do you mean, try?”

Before she knew it, Leo had placed the first cuff around her wrist. He checked it carefully to make sure it wasn’t too tight, a gesture that reassured her that Captain Caveman might be coming out to play but her Leo was still there somewhere. “Is this some kind of kinky Sidhe courting thing?”

He looped the other cuff through the posts on the mission-style bed. “Courting’s done, time for fucking,” Leo muttered, putting the other cuff around her free wrist. He made sure it was comfortable for her, waiting for her okay before moving on.

He stopped, looking down at her. She could tell he loved what he saw as his gaze roamed her naked, trapped form. With a piratical grin he reached over her body and grabbed the blindfold. “I’ve changed my mind.” He gently placed the blindfold over her eyes. “I don’t want you to purr, kitten.”

With the blindfold on she had no clue what he was about to do next. “What do you want me to do, Leo?”

She felt him leave the bed. She strained to hear him, listening for that tell-tale rustle of denim, but it didn’t come.

His whisper, when it came, startled her. He’d leaned over her without a sound. “I want you to scream.”

And with that, Leo began her introduction into a world of sensation she never knew existed.

At first nothing happened. She couldn’t see a thing. The blindfold was tight, but not uncomfortable.

She realized Leo must have done this many times before, he was so comfortable with it. A small spurt of jealousy hit but she shook it off. Whoever he’d done this with before wasn’t there in the bed; she was. She heard the rustle of denim and knew Leo had begun moving around the room. She found her head turning slightly to follow the sounds, wondering what he’d do next.

He could play with her senses, she knew, yet somehow also knew that he wouldn’t. That wasn’t part of this particular game. The blindfold was enough, at the moment, to have her heart beating in nervous anticipation. And knowing that it was all real this time, that he wasn’t inside her head, just made the sensations that much more intense.

When the first whisper-soft touch came she gasped.

The feather duster. It glided across her nipples, teasing her with light brushes against her skin. It glided down her stomach, teasing at her navel before dipping into the vee of her thighs. Slow as molasses it glided back up to tickle the side of her neck as she arched in silent invitation.

Her breath was coming in sighs by the time the feather duster lifted away from her. She didn’t protest when Leo lifted her knees and positioned her feet on the bed, her legs spread. She was now open to his gaze.

“Hold still,” his dark, smoky whisper sounded in her ear.

The touch of the feather duster followed the command, drifting from her knee to her pussy. It tickled lightly just above her aching clit before gliding down her other thigh to dance on her knee. The sensation was almost too much. “Leo?”

He responded to her whispered plea. “Shh. I’m here, kitten.”

His weight settled on the bed at her feet. The feather duster was lifted from her body. She waited for the next touch with breathless anticipation, her nerves stretched taut.

She could almost feel his hot gaze gliding over her. “So pretty.” He began to pet her pussy and she arched up against it, her thighs closing, trying to lock him in place. “Such a pretty pussy. Keep your legs spread, kitten.” She pushed her knees back into position, opening like a flower to him. “Good girl.”