We were at my office, but it was empty. Sunlight spilled in through the big front window. The room felt bare and cold without all the people who belonged there. Where was everyone?
I walked to my desk and Blake was there, his feet propped up, a sexy smile on his face.
I forgot I was angry with him for a minute. “What are you doing here?”
“I work here, remember?”
Did he? He seemed so sure. I walked toward him, and he pulled me down onto his lap.
“I don’t understand.” I curled my arms around his neck.
“I’m here for you, Erica.”
“Okay.” That seemed right, but I wasn’t sure why. I wanted him here. He filled the empty space, and I didn’t want to be alone.
I leaned up to kiss him. The room became warm. Energy flowed between us. My body was waking up, all my thoughts turning toward the places where we touched. I skimmed my palms down his chest and forgot about where we were. His hand went between my legs, rubbing me, massaging me through my jeans. I moaned, closing my eyes.
When I opened them, a blanket of darkness had fallen around us.
He’d moved us so I was on my back. I didn’t know where we were, but it didn’t matter. We were alone, and he was stripping us down, slowly and patiently.
He crawled over me, lifting my arms above me, pinning them. He stared into my eyes. The hunger there stole my breath.
“I need this.”
I nodded. Somehow I understood. I wanted this too.
He kept my arms pinned while he moved over me, taunting my body in every way. Skin against skin. The dusting of hair on his chest teasing against my nipples. The slow drag of his scorching cock against my thigh.
He was in control. We’d been here before, and I’d learned not to fight it.
I fell into the sensations, trusting Blake’s lead. But no matter what I did, how I moved, he wouldn’t move any faster. We were lost in an endless circle of unsatisfied lust.
I whimpered his name. I begged. But nothing I could do could make him satisfy me.
He caught my nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. Unhurried caresses swept across my skin, while a fiery ball of desire grew and grew inside me.
“Please!” I begged, in the hazy confines of my mind, and I screamed it.
Could he hear me?
My eyes flew open. I blinked several times, reacquainting myself with the darkness of our bedroom. Beside me, Blake slept, his breathing markedly slower than mine. I licked my dry lips and lowered my arms. They’d been in the same position in the dream. My clit throbbed, pulsing with the rapid beating of my heart.
What the hell?
Eyes closed, I wanted the dream again but I wanted to be free of it too. I wanted relief.
Blake was on his back, slumbering. I ached for him. I was awake, but lust from the dream lingered on my skin, making it all seem real. We were real, and Blake could ease this agony.
I leaned over him, wanting to kiss him, to wake him. My earlier anger went to war with my lust. I hesitated, a glimmer of an idea sparking in my mind.
I slid off the bed and walked around to the end. I went to my knees, opening the wide drawer at the base. Inside were Blake’s toys. Our toys. Most of the things were still in packages. Thank God. We hadn’t used a fraction of them, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was one thing. I found what I was looking for and closed the drawer. Returning to bed, I crawled naked over Blake, my bottom against his thighs.
He stirred, humming when I settled over him. I bent over so we were chest to chest. I spread tiny kisses over his face, down his jawline, and to his neck. After a moment, his pelvis arched up and he groaned. I smiled and returned my attentions to his lips. I licked them, nibbled gently at their fullness.
Then his arms encircled me, hugging me to him as he kissed me deeper. I reveled in it a moment, and then wriggled free to carry out my plan. Sitting up, I caught his wrists and moved them so they were above his head, pressed into the pillow.
“What are you doing?” Blake’s hoarse voice broke the silence.
I hushed him and fumbled for the leather cuffs I’d retrieved from the drawer. I snapped one onto his wrist, looped it around the post in the headboard and quickly snapped the other.
“Erica.” Eyes wide and voice void of sleepiness, he seemed fully awake now.
“I’m playing. Just relax.”
His muscles let go a little, and I kissed him again, wanting to soothe him. I didn’t want to fight. I wanted to play.
I was shaking loose from my dream too. I was wound up and eager for satisfaction, but my frustration with him seemed to grow with my desire. I moved down his body, loving him and wanting him to feel what I was feeling too. I sucked his skin, teasing my tongue over the soft disks of his nipples until they turned hard. I traced my teeth over the tips as he’d done to me so many times, driving me wild.
The sound of his breathing filled the air. “Fuck. What are you doing to me?”
“You’re mine tonight,” I murmured, sucking the skin at his neck. The salt of his skin flavored the rough kiss as I breathed him in deep.
I drew lines down his side with my nails. He groaned, flinching. From pleasure or pain, I couldn’t be sure, but something in me wanted to mark him. To make him mine. Heat spread through me at the sight of them.
“Take these things off. Now, Erica. I’m serious.”
I ignored his demands. Instead, I spread hard sucking kisses over his torso. “Me too. How does it feel to have all your power taken away?” The power of my position now might have been going to my head. I felt light, intoxicated on it. I worked my way south, licking a lusty trail down his abdomen. I nipped at the soft skin of his belly.
The bed jolted when he tested his bonds. I dipped my tongue into his navel and finally made my way to his cock, rock hard and bobbing erect on his belly. I hummed and teased the head with my fingertips. I fluttered a tiny lick at the tip, collecting the small bead of his arousal. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to take all of him.
I wanted to tease him more than I wanted to please him tonight. He deserved that much.
“Erica.” My name left him with a strange sound somewhere between a reprimand and an appeal for mercy.
“Yes?” My voice was light and playful.
The tone that followed was decidedly not. He sucked in several breaths.
“You have to the count of three to get me out of these things.”
Big words for a man tied to my bed. He’d pissed me off, and I wanted him to feel it. I wanted to feel his body struggling to contain his desire the way I had countless times. Under his command, his control, his damnable talent.