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and muscular back.  Holy hell.  Rick the Dick was never built like this- not even in his prime.  Not even in his dreams when he was in his prime. 
    Must not think of Rick the dick .
    Must not think of Rick the dick, I chant silently.  But honestly, it’s not something I have to repeat for long.  My attention is focused solely on this perfection in front of me. 
    And then, before I can trail my fingers down to Shade’s perfectly chiseled ass, he is grasping both of my wrists in his hand and clamping handcuffs on each one, binding me to the headboard. 
    What the hell?
    I look at him in alarm. 
    He stares back calmly.
    “Allison, you’ve been a caretaker for too long. Tonight, I’m going to take care of you.  But I’m afraid that if I don’t restrain you, you’re going to try and focus on taking care of me.  Trust me, I’ve got that.  Before the night is over, you’re going to scream my name- many times over.  But if at any point you want me to stop or you want these handcuffs taken off, then I want you to yell out pineapple.”
    I stare at him.  “Pineapple?  Why?”
    “Because it’s something I like to eat,” he shrugs.  “Are your handcuffs too tight?”
    I wiggle my wrists, testing them.  The padding on the metal is thick and comfortable.  So I shake my head.  “No.”
    “Do you trust me?” Shade smiles.  His smile is sort of wicked.  And I sort of like it.  It makes me feel sort of wicked, too.
    “Yes,” I answer. I don’t know why, but I do.  He wouldn’t have repeat customers if he wasn’t trustworthy, right?  I nod for emphasis.
    “Good.  Is there anything that you absolutely do not want me to do?”
    I think on that.  Well, I think on that as well as I can with him balanced above me. He’s slightly distracting. 
    “I don’t think so,” I finally say.  “I don’t know of anything that I already know that I hate.  If you do something, I’ll tell you.  Deal?”
    “Deal,” he grins.  I’m in love with his grin.  I want to find a luxury apartment in SoHo or some equally cool neighborhood and co-habitate with it and have its little grin babies. That’s how much I love it.
    Shade palms my ribs with his large hands, the warmth of them erasing the goose-bumps that had formed there.  He grasps my sides and pulls me up, arching my back.  Staring into my eyes, he bends his head and licks a circle around my belly-button.  His tongue is warm and soft.  In fact, it’s probably the only soft thing on his entire body.  Except for his hair.  He has great hair.  And why am I thinking about his hair?
    He drags his tongue in a trail up my abdomen towards my breasts, but instead of stopping there like I expected, he continues to my neck.  He nuzzles it, then kisses it.  Then licks it.  Then sucks it.  I am moaning by this time.  Who knew that the neck was such an erogenous zone?  Holy cow.
    He moves to my ear and pays the same attention there, then continues to my mouth.  By this time, I am ready for his kiss. I want his tongue in me.  Anywhere in me. But right now, I’ll settle for his mouth.  His mouth crushes mine, in a kiss that is not gentle, but it is certainly consuming.  I can’t breathe by the time his tongue is finished exploring mine. 
    “Do you trust me?” he asks again, staring into my eyes.  I feel flushed and hot and disheveled.  I nod.
    “Yes.”
    “Good. I’m going to blindfold you again.  And you’re going to like it.”
    I nod.  “Yes.  I think I will.”
    Shade laughs, a low chuckle.  “I know you will.”  
    He pulls the blindfold over my eyes and the room goes black.  I am instantly remorseful of only one thing.  I can no longer stare at Shade.  That’s regretful, for sure.  I can’t stare at him and I can’t touch him.  I’m not so sure about this blindfold business.
    Until he starts lapping at my inner right thigh.
    My heart pounds in time with his tongue. 
    “You have exquisite legs,” he says softly.