Page 38 of Playing Mr. Perfect

“Sorry,” I say lamely. “Too hard?”

“No. So fucking good. Careful, Reckless, or you’ll make it hard for me to hold back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back.” The words come unbidden, but they’re true. It makes no sense, but I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted any man in an intimate situation. I know I’ll never have another fling, or another night with Clay, so I give myself permission to go a little wild and give up control.

His brows slant. “What about that threat you gave me last night?”

“I know you won’t hurt me.” I kiss my way down his chest and abs, loving the feel of his muscles flexing beneath my touch and the appreciative sounds he makes as I sink to my knees. He gathers my hair in his hand, his eyes trained on me as I guide his heavy cock into my mouth, humming around it. He curses, and I work him with tight strokes, taking him deep, his hungry gaze and salacious sounds spurring me on. I grab his hips, pulling them forward, giving him a green light. He pumps his hips, quickening his efforts as I suck more rigorously.

“Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”

I do it without hesitation, and the thrill of it takes over. I moan around his cock, and he tightens his fist in my hair. “So good, Reckless…Fuck…Look at your sweet pussy glistening for me.” I work him faster, his words taking me closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby,” he grits out, thrusting faster, deeper. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.” I cling to his leg with one hand, using my other on myself, letting him take full control as he fucks my mouth. An orgasm builds inside me, taunting me, just out of reach. My muscles flex, my core tightens, and I work myself faster, matching his thrusts. “Fuck, Pepper. Fuck.” I moan louder, digging my fingernails into the back of his leg, willing myself to come with him. Just as my orgasm careens into me, he roars out my name, his release spurting hot and salty down my throat, and we ride out our mutual pleasure.

When he withdraws from my mouth, I’m shaking, quivering with aftershocks. He caresses my jaw and lifts me to my feet on my rubbery legs. His strong arms circle me, his eyes gleaming with emotions I don’t trust my lust-addled brain to decipher, and he kisses me tenderly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I can do little more than shake my head.

“Thank God.” The relief in his voice wraps around me like another embrace as he lowers his lips to mine in a slow, titillatingly sensual kiss. Without a word, he moves my suitcase to the floor and guides me onto the bed. I watch him stride naked over to the gift bag and withdraw the green and gold scarf. My pulse spikes as he makes his way back to me and drags the cool silk along my body. “Do you trust me enough to play, Reckless?”

“Yes,” I manage, as nervous as I am aroused.

“Wrists or blindfold, baby?”

I worry my lower lip, trying to decide, and finally confess, “I’ve never done either. But I want to. Can we try both?”

“You, at my complete and utter mercy? Now, that’s a fantasy come true.”

His devilish grin has me squeezing my thighs together to quell the ache it causes. Those eagle eyes sweep over the room, and he picks up my sweater belt, stretching it between his hands. “Nice and long. Perfect.” He snags his wallet and puts it on the nightstand.

My heart races as I move to the edge of the bed, offering him my wrists. He carefully binds them near one end of the belt, leaving a long tail. When he finishes, he puts a finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to his. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.” I’m so turned on, there’s no way I’m backing out.

“You can tell me to stop anytime, and I will.”

I nod, swallowing hard, glad he’s thinking of me and not just of what he wants to do to me.

He picks up the silk scarf. “Out go the lights, sweetheart.”

He wraps the scarf over my eyes and ties it on the side of my head. The world goes dark. Anxiety prickles my chest and white-hot anticipation flares in my core. I’m sure he can hear my thundering heart.

“Still with me, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to lay you down and put your hands above your head so I can tie them to the iron slats on the headboard.”

“Oh….um…okay.” Holy cow. I don’t know how I feel about this. “I didn’t know you were going to do that.”

“We don’t have to. There’s no pressure to do anything.”

I debate not doing it, and it only takes a second for me to know without a doubt I’ll regret it if I don’t. “No. I want to do it. I’m ready to go dark and dirty.”

“Damn, Reckless,” he says with a laugh. “I sure like you.”

He helps me down to the mattress and guides my wrists above my head. As he secures the belt to the headboard, I feel more vulnerable than I ever have, but I know I’m safe with him. The mattress shifts with his weight, and my other senses magnify. I feel the heat of his stare, taste his arousal more acutely than I did when he came in my mouth. The air vibrates with anticipation, the scents of sex and lust hovering around us.