With a memorable night behind them, Anna's billionaire boss, Doyle Caine, becomes cold and distant once again. When she threatens to quit her job, Caine whisks her away to his isolated manor house, where he admits that he's afraid to let anyone get close. Anna realizes that to win his trust, she must first trust him. Soon she finds herself tied up and blindfolded in his bedroom as an unseen man caresses her naked body. Is it just a game for Caine, or something darker? How far will she go to win his heart?
Explicit adult content, bondage, bdsm, domination, 4200 words.
Excerpt:
"Stand here," he said, guiding her gently with his hands on her hips. "Now back up."
She stepped back until her back pressed against something hard and irregular, which she knew must be one of the bedposts. She leaned against the hardwood column, feeling its intricate carving beneath her fingertips. Caine moved away, and she followed him around the room by the sound of his loafers on the wood floor. What is he doing? Her mind raced, but she stayed silent and waited.
Caine returned after a moment and stood in front of her. "Raise your hands above your head," he said. Anna felt the air stir as he moved suddenly, but she didn't flinch. She did as he commanded, and something brushed against her hands. Before she knew what was happening, a soft, supple cord tightened around her wrists, binding them together. She tried to lower her hands, but found only a few inches of give before the rope pulled taut.
"What are you doing?" she asked, nervous now. Blind and helpless, all of Doyle Caine's strange mannerisms raced through her mind. How well did she really know him?
"You said you trust me," Caine murmured in her ear. His warm breath caressed her cheek, and his scent filled her nostrils, a deep, earthy man smell tinged with sharp whiskey. The scent made her dizzy, and she remembered that night in Skyros again, when she had learned how to please a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
It was that memory that stilled Anna's nerves. His mouth between her legs, his hand pleasuring her in ways she'd never imagined.
"I'll be back, Anna. Enjoy yourself." His lips tenderly touched her cheek, warm and moist, then he was gone. She heard the door open again, and his footsteps faded into the distant house.
Anna didn't know how long she waited, but her arms grew numb after a time. She twisted against her bonds, but the rope held her tight. Alone in the dark, unease grew, a thick lump inside her chest. She wanted to call out, but she sensed that would only anger Caine, so she stayed quiet and listened for the sound of his return. All she could hear was the thudding beat of her heart, and she began to count its beats. After five hundred, she heard a noise, faint, just a whisper compared to her thudding heartbeat.
"Doyle?" she said softly, "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, but she recognized muffled footsteps, and icy fingers closed around her heart when she realized those footsteps sounded nothing like the hard leather soles that Caine had been wearing.
"Mr. Caine? Is that you?"
A finger touched her lips, and Anna jumped, barely muffling a tiny scream. The finger traced the line of her mouth, then glided along her jaw and down her neck. She trembled when it slipped beneath the collar of her blouse.
Explicit adult content, bondage, bdsm, domination, 4200 words.
Excerpt:
"Stand here," he said, guiding her gently with his hands on her hips. "Now back up."
She stepped back until her back pressed against something hard and irregular, which she knew must be one of the bedposts. She leaned against the hardwood column, feeling its intricate carving beneath her fingertips. Caine moved away, and she followed him around the room by the sound of his loafers on the wood floor. What is he doing? Her mind raced, but she stayed silent and waited.
Caine returned after a moment and stood in front of her. "Raise your hands above your head," he said. Anna felt the air stir as he moved suddenly, but she didn't flinch. She did as he commanded, and something brushed against her hands. Before she knew what was happening, a soft, supple cord tightened around her wrists, binding them together. She tried to lower her hands, but found only a few inches of give before the rope pulled taut.
"What are you doing?" she asked, nervous now. Blind and helpless, all of Doyle Caine's strange mannerisms raced through her mind. How well did she really know him?
"You said you trust me," Caine murmured in her ear. His warm breath caressed her cheek, and his scent filled her nostrils, a deep, earthy man smell tinged with sharp whiskey. The scent made her dizzy, and she remembered that night in Skyros again, when she had learned how to please a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
It was that memory that stilled Anna's nerves. His mouth between her legs, his hand pleasuring her in ways she'd never imagined.
"I'll be back, Anna. Enjoy yourself." His lips tenderly touched her cheek, warm and moist, then he was gone. She heard the door open again, and his footsteps faded into the distant house.
Anna didn't know how long she waited, but her arms grew numb after a time. She twisted against her bonds, but the rope held her tight. Alone in the dark, unease grew, a thick lump inside her chest. She wanted to call out, but she sensed that would only anger Caine, so she stayed quiet and listened for the sound of his return. All she could hear was the thudding beat of her heart, and she began to count its beats. After five hundred, she heard a noise, faint, just a whisper compared to her thudding heartbeat.
"Doyle?" she said softly, "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, but she recognized muffled footsteps, and icy fingers closed around her heart when she realized those footsteps sounded nothing like the hard leather soles that Caine had been wearing.
"Mr. Caine? Is that you?"
A finger touched her lips, and Anna jumped, barely muffling a tiny scream. The finger traced the line of her mouth, then glided along her jaw and down her neck. She trembled when it slipped beneath the collar of her blouse.