Antic.i.p.ation runs bubbling like soda through my veins. What will he doI take a deep steadying breath, but I cannot deny it, I"m excited, aroused, wet already. This is so... I want to think wrong, but somehow it"s not. It"s right for Christian. It"s what he wants - and after the last few days... after all he"s done, I have to man up and take whatever he decides he wants, whatever he thinks he needs.
The memory of his look when I came in this evening, the longing in his face, his determined stride toward me like I was an oasis in the desert. I"d do almost anything to see that look again. I press my thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that I need to spread my knees. I shuffle them apart. How long will he make me waitThe wait is crippling me, crippling me with a dark and tantalizing desire. I glance quickly around the subtly lit room; the cross, the table, the couch, the bench... that bed. It looms so large, and it"s made up with red satin sheets. Which piece of apparatus will he use?
The door opens and Christian breezes in, ignoring me completely. I glance down quickly, staring at my hands, positioned with care on my spread thighs. Placing something on the large chest beside the door, he strolls casually toward the bed. I indulge myself in a quick glimpse at him, and my heart almost lurches to a stop. He"s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top b.u.t.ton casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner G.o.ddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm. She"s so ready. I lick my lips instinctively. My blood pounds through my body, thick and heavy with salacious hunger. What is he going to do to me?
Turning, he nonchalantly walks back to the chest of drawers. Opening one, he begins to remove items and place them on the top. My curiosity burns, blazes even, but I resist the overwhelming temptation to sneak a quick peek. When he finishes what he"s doing, he comes to stand in front of me. I can see his naked feet, and I want to kiss every inch of them... run my tongue over his instep, suck each of his toes. Holy s.h.i.t.
"You look lovely," he breathes.
I keep my head down, conscious that he"s staring at me while I am practically naked. I feel the flush as it slowly spreads over my face. He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze.
"You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you"re all mine," he murmurs. "Stand up." His command is soft full of sensual promise.
Shakily, I get to my feet.
"Look at me," he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gray gaze. It is his Dom gaze - cold, hard, and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, seven shades of sin in one enticing look. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.
"We don"t have a signed contract, Anastasia. But we"ve discussed limits. And I want to re-iterate we have safe words, okay?"
Holy f**k... what has he got planned that I need safe words?
"What are they?" he asks authoritatively.
I frown slightly at his question, and his face hardens perceptibly.
"What are the safe words, Anastasia?" he says slowly and deliberately.
"Yellow," I mumble.
"And?" he prompts, his mouth setting in a hard line.
"Red," I breathe.
"Remember those."
And I can"t help it... I raise my eyebrow at him and am about to remind him of my GPA, but the sudden frosty glint in his icy gray eyes stops me in my tracks.
"Don"t start with your smart mouth in here, Miss Steele. Or I will f**k it with you on your knees. Do you understand?"
I swallow instinctively. Okay. I blink rapidly, chastened. Actually, it"s his tone of voice, rather than the threat, that intimidates me.
"Well?"
"Yes, Sir," I mumble hastily.
"Good girl," he pauses as he stares at me. "My intention is not that you should safeword because you"re in pain. What I intend to do to you will be intense. Very intense, and you have to guide me. Do you understand?"
Not really. IntenseWow.
"This is about touch, Anastasia. You will not be able to see me or hear me. But you"ll be able to feel me."
I frown - not hear him How is that going to workHe turns, and I hadn"t noticed that above the chest is a sleek, flat, matt-black box. As he waves his hand in front, the box splits in half: two doors slide open revealing a CD player and a host of b.u.t.tons. Christian presses several of these b.u.t.tons in sequence. Nothing happens, but he seems satisfied. I am mystified. When he turns to face me again, he wears his small I-have-a-secret smile.
"I am going to tie you to that bed, Anastasia. But I"m going to blindfold you first and,"
he reveals his iPod in his hand, "you will not be able to hear me. All you will hear is the music I am going to play for you."
Okay. A musical interlude, not what I was expecting. Does he ever do what I expect?
Jeez, I hope it"s not rap.
"Come." Taking my hand, he leads me over to the antique four-poster bed. There are shackles attached at each corner, fine metal chains with leather cuffs, glinting against the red satin.
Oh boy, I think my heart is going to leave my chest, and I"m melting from the inside out, desire coursing through me. Could I be any more excited?
"Stand here."
I am facing the bed. He leans down and whispers in my ear.
"Wait here, keep your eyes on the bed. Picture yourself lying here bound and totally at my mercy."
Oh my.
He moves away for a moment, and I can hear him near the door fetching something.
All my senses are hyper alert, my hearing more acute. He"s picked up something from the rack of whips and paddles by the door. Holy cow. What is he going to do?