fun together, aren’t we?” His hands slid down her body, and his mouth followed until her clothing barred his passage. He positioned her other knee and tied it as he had the first.
She hoped they had lots of kinky, hot, sweaty fun. The memories of this night she’d take home and hoard would probably see her through the coming months.
Chapter Three
Damien circled Rapunzel, committing all of her to memory. Her clothing. The way the red rope contrasted with her pale skin, especially near her tattoo. He hadn’t been able to see it earlier, but now he could take it in. Three birds fluttered around a cluster of branches, with a bright, blue sky behind them, framed by purple, pink, and fuchsia blossoms. One flower in particular seemed to be staring at him, but that was silly. He ran his hand over the design, tracing it with his fingers, enjoying the silky-smooth texture of her skin.
The ladder rungs perfectly framed her face, breasts, and pelvis. He could have done without the nightie, but it added a softer edge to their play. At least for now.
He ducked under the ladder again and studied her face. She moved her head from side to side in small increments, searching for him, he guessed, so he held still. She licked her full lips and her hands fidgeted within the restraints.
He hadn’t played with many switches, but they were all different and unique, in the way a submissive or slave wasn’t. Some switches never truly gave up control. Others could switch into the complete mindset of a submissive. There were others who were smart-asses and never shut up. He’d bet that without the blindfold she’d have fallen into that category, but the blindfold placed her outside of her comfort zone, allowing her to yield to him.
And now she was his.
At least for tonight, and maybe the whole weekend.
He wouldn’t speculate beyond that.
Damien stepped forward and a board squeaked. Inwardly, he cursed, as she started and turned her face to where he now stood.
“Damn you, I almost jumped out of my skin,” she said, with a mix of humor and fire in her voice.
“Got to keep you on your toes.” He’d have to remember that board.
Damien tipped her chin up to the perfect angle. Her body relaxed against the ropes and her lips parted. She took comfort in his touch. Good.
He had to tilt his head to get between the ladder rungs. He braced himself for the feel of her lips on his, but the first whisper of contact sent a punch of desire to his gut. He clamped his hand around the ladder and pressed against her harder. She opened her mouth to him and let himtake control of the kiss.
The urge to stay there, kissing her until she screamed for more, held appeal, but she hadn’t come for simple kisses. Damien pulled back, gasping for air and holding on to the ladder. She panted for breath, her breasts heaving ever so nicely.
First, the blindfold had to go.
Damien reached through the ladder and undid the knot holding the silk in place. He let it fall to the floor, and stroked her smooth, shiny hair.
Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks before her eyes slowly opened. Her gaze was a little unfocused, but she wasn’t going to be an easy one to throw off-balance.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hello, yourself.”
“You okay? Anything hurt in a bad way?”
She took a moment, moving her arms and legs, straining against the ropes. “No.”
Damien clicked his tongue and walked around her, dragging his hand along her abdomen as he went.
“I’m going to have to remind you that you agreed to call me sir, aren’t I?” He selected a flogger with close to fifty suede tails, each an individual strip of leather, attached to the handle.
Rapunzel didn’t reply.
Damien didn’t think her disobedience was intentional, but he was amused by her desire to brazen it out. He swung the flogger, slapping his hand with the tails. The loud crack startled Rapunzel and she pulled against the ropes holding her perfectly in place.
He grabbed the length of silk