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And they hadn’t even gotten out the door yet.
Knowing she’d be tied to the bed for wild weasel sex when they got home would be tantalizing. They’d already proven through several of Dan’s previous Ideas that she loved being tied down, and she had an active imagination. But the subtle reminder at her wrists was going to make her crazy long before she got home.
Dan ran his index finger along her jawline and down the sensitive skin on the side of her neck. Jessie shivered. The finger continued its journey, tracing along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat and from there dipping down toward her cleavage.
Dan’s touch made the silk on her wrists snugger—dangerous somehow, but in a good way. She couldn’t help imagining her wrists bound together over her head and attached to the bed frame as Dan lightly, teasingly, caressed her. Before his finger reached below the V-neck of her shirt, Jessie was breathing raggedly. She arched her back like a cat, seeking more contact.
Dan grinned. “It’s already working,” he said, his voice smug.
“No, not really.” She couldn’t help playing with him when he sounded so damn pleased with himself. “That just felt nice. You know my collarbone’s sensitive, and it’s always sexy when you do the teasing-at-the-neckline thing.”
“Right,” he said. “Sure.” Then, without warning, he cupped his hand between her legs. “Very warm. Warm and a little damp.”
She pressed forward into his hand. “Okay, Okay, it’s affecting me. I’m already horny and if you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to tackle you right here in the living room and we’ll never make it out the door.”
He pulled his hand away. “And miss half-price tapas at Alicante? Steve and Mary said the Groupon was expiring, so it’s now or never.”
She tried one more tactic. “Alicante’s good, but you could make better tapas at home.”
“If we had the ingredients, and about a week to plan, and a bunch of friends coming over to share them with, maybe. But tonight we’re going out.” He laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that stroked her clit as precisely as a finger. “And you’re going to be thinking about being tied to the bed, and my cock in you, the whole time.”
Jessie was doomed. Lucky her.
Dan wasn’t entirely correct. Distracted by catching up with their friends and eating tasty, garlicky tidbits, Jessie managed to push erotic images to the back of her mind for a few minutes at a stretch.
Whenever she caught a glimpse of her wrists, though, she clenched as she imagined them straining above her head, bound to the headboard by the same scarves, or tied together behind her back. She’d flash to thoughts of what Dan might do to her when she was deliciously captive, or dream of being more firmly restrained, legs spread-eagled as well, so she’d feel open, vulnerable, helpless by choice and not wanting to be any other way.
Jessie’s nipples would perk, her clit would start to ache, her pussy would throb.
And then Steve would pass the cerdo Ximenez or Mary would ask her to pass the gambas al ajillo or the flavor of the chorizos diablillos borrachos would explode all over her tongue, or someone would start telling a funny story, and she’d forget, for a minute or two, about what was to come.
Just when she thought she was safe, as they were all busily talking about what might be in a particular sauce, Dan ran his fingernail, delicately, gently, along the edge of the silk band on her left wrist.
Her wrists weren’t normally an erogenous zone, but they lit up at his touch. She swore she felt little tongues of delicious, erotic fire licking where he touched, then the same tiny tongues laving her nipples and circling her clit. The light silk felt, suddenly, like heavy leather cuffs, or at least how she imagined they’d feel. Maybe even polished stainless steel ones, something straight from some of her kinkier fantasies.
The innocent necklace she wore, a BELIEVE IN MAGIC pendant on a light silver chain, morphed in her mind into a steel collar. She imagined herself a helpless but happy slave, on display in public because it amused her master.
And god help her, her panties flooded.
“Earth to Jessie. Come in, Jessie,” Mary teased. “Or Dan? Would one of you stop being all lovey-dovey and pass me the sangria?”
While Jessie passed on the half-full pitcher, Dan kept stroking her wrist. Jessie hoped that any blushing could be passed off as mild embarrassment at being a space muffin.
When Steve asked, “You guys up for trying a few more tapas? Half-price, remember,” Jessie answered, “I’m all set” at the same time Dan chimed in with a yes that, to Jessie’s ears, sounded a little too enthusiastic. Suspiciously enthusiastic. Teasingly enthusiastic.
At least he turned down Mary’s suggestion to continue the evening with cocktails at their place.
Dan stroked her wrist all the way back to the car.
“Hold out your hands,” he said once she was buckled in.
No; he commanded.
Jessie wasn’t used to hearing that tone in his voice, for all their games, all Dan’s sexy Ideas. Right now, the silk and steel in his voice made her all the more aware of the symbolic silken bonds on her wrists. She obeyed, picturing again the sexy slave girl of her fantasies.
Deftly, Dan untucked the ends of the two scarves. As he knotted them together, binding her hands in her lap, she held her breath. Her body throbbed with need.
“Now you’re my prisoner,” Dan whispered. “All night long.”
