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“Cole,” she breathes out. “You know I trust you.”
“Show me. Tell me what you’re going to do and then do it. Now. Tell me now, Lori.”
She pants out several breaths. “Stand up. Take off everything but don’t turn around.”
“And then what?”
“Go down on my hands and knees.”
“Yes. Now do it and if you turn and face me, it ends. I’ll go take a shower and we stop.”
“Why would you do that?” she demands, obviously believing me, as she should. This isn’t a night that I spank her for punishment.
“Tonight is all or nothing,” I say. “We’re all or nothing, Lori, and this is what we need tonight.”
“You mean it’s what you need?”
“No,” I assure her. “It’s what we need. It’s what you think you don’t need. Trust me.”
“I do,” she whispers again and she moves, standing up and stepping toward the window. She stands there for a minute, no doubt, reminding herself of the vow she’s just issued. She trusts me. No doubt convincing herself this is about me. She is doing it for me because Lori does almost everything for someone else, not herself, but this is very much about her.
She reaches for the zipper of her skirt, and slowly eases it down, sliding the material over her hips, and allowing it to pool at her feet. She kicks it away and reaches for the silk of her barely-there thong and holy fuck I want to go to her, to tear it away or just pull it down, but I do not. I watch her pull it down her hips until she is stepping out of it.
She’s left in thigh highs and when she reaches for one of them, I say, “Leave them and you know what comes next.”
“I turn around and undress you,” she says, her voice raspy with a mix of nerves and arousal that pleases me. She’s not thinking about anything but here, now, us.
“Another day,” I say. “Another night. Knees, Lori.”
She eases to her knees and when she would go down on her hands as well, I stop her. “Not yet. Stay just like that. Understand?”
“Yes, Cole, I understand.”
I pull off my tie, remove my shirt and shoes but leave on my pants, which ensures I have an extra layer of control. I then grab the tie again and walk to stand above Lori, between her and the windows. She looks up at me, her beautiful eyes laced with anticipation. I kneel in front of her, my gaze raking over her naked body, her high breasts, and pebbled nipples. “Lace your fingers together.”
She glances at the tie and then me, letting me see her understanding of what’s about to happen and her agreement. She laces her fingers together in front of her. “I’m going to tie you up,” I say, despite her silent agreement. “Any objection?”
“No,” she says softly. “No objection.”
I wrap the silk of the tie around her wrists and bind her. When I’m done, my hands settle on my knees. “Don’t move. Don’t turn.” I search her face for agreement before I stand and walk into the closet and remove another tie from a drawer. I then kneel in front of a drawer, where I’ve placed a box filled with things I’ve wanted to share with Lori but have not. Not yet.
I return to the living room, set the box on the chair and then kneel behind her. For several seconds I just stay there, not touching her, my breath warm on her neck, until she gasps out, “Cole,” and my name is a plea. To touch her. To fuck her. To end the blind torture, and yet it’s just begun. I slip the second tie around her eyes and knot it into place. I lean into her then, press my cheek to her cheek and whisper, “Now I can do anything I want to you and you can’t stop me.”
Chapter seventy-two
Cole
With Lori in front of me, her hands bound, eyes blindfolded, I repeat my words. “I can do anything to you, and you can’t stop me.” I slide my hand up her belly and cup her breast, a rough touch that promises I plan to push her.
“But I can stop you.”
“How is that Lori?”
“I trust you. If I say no, you’ll stop.”
“Will I?” I challenge, tugging at her nipple.
“Yes,” she pants out. “You will.”
