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wet.
    Sari stood perfectly still while Brady braided her hair and
placed the blindfold over her eyes. The man was a conundrum, she realized. One
moment he was terrifying and in the next he was gentle and sweet. Oddly enough,
she liked both sides of him. Never had a man brought her to orgasm without the
use of his penis. He was exciting in every sense of the word –a far cry
from her fantasies–and precisely what she needed to fine-tune her writing.
    Her musing ended abruptly at the
sound of his voice.
    “Let’s get you dress,” he said.
    Brady helped her into her robe. He glanced down at the lace
panties in his hand and stuffed them into his pocket.

 
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    Brady watched Sari eat the bacon and egg sandwich as though
she hadn’t eaten in weeks. A sandwich was probably the easiest for her to
handle with being blindfolded, he reasoned.   He waited for her to finish then slid her plate into the sink and lifted
her by the elbow. “We’re going to go outside,” he said.
    Sari’s head shot up as she felt the rope being wrapped
around her wrist, one then the other. This time, he didn’t tie them in front of
her, but to the belt of her robe, fastening them so that they were anchored at
her waist. He didn’t want to chance that she would remove the blindfold, she
realized. The “Phantom of the Opera,” came
to mind and she smiled. Did he not want her to see his face because he wanted
his identity to remain anonymous, or was he hideous and afraid of scaring her
away?
    It didn’t matter –he was Brady to her.   She loved that his slightest touch aroused her, that he worked his
tongue, his mouth, his fingers, teasing and driving her to near surrender, to
the point that her nipples still tingled at the thought of him pinching them,
stimulating them.
    “Stop it!” she told herself.   She was not going to surrender to him. This was not Brady, but a stranger, a sick and
deranged man who knew way too much about her. The news and documentaries were
filled with stories of women being raped and left in shallow graves… She didn’t
want to think about it. She needed to get away from him. She didn’t want to be
a statistic.
    Brady led her to the rocker and lowered her into it.
Returning to the kitchen, he poured himself another cup of coffee. He stared at
her through the window. She was going to be the ruin of him. He’d never be able
to look at another woman, taste her, arouse her, to feel her tremble at his
touch – without
thinking of Sari. The wise thing to do would be to take her back this instant
and forget that any of this had ever happened. But he couldn’t, he was enjoying
the game way too much. Yes, he was definitely fucked.
    The door opened and Sari heard his boots cross the deck and
stop in front of her. She stiffened, wondering what was going to happen next.
Both fear and anticipation battle for her attention. “What happens if I
surrender to you?” she whispered.
    He didn’t reply. Instead, he took her by the arm and led
her back to the bedroom.
    Brady restrained her hands, one to each of the posts, then
strolled to his laptop and read through her fantasies. Twenty-four hours hadn’t
even passed and he was feeling the pressure. She wasn’t making it easy on him,
by no means. How far would he have to stretch his limitations before she would
cave in and yield to him?
    So far, he had stolen more liberties with her that he had
initially intended. Just what were his boundaries? What were hers? From
what he’d seen of her reaction, she had enjoyed every pleasure that he had
taken with her. He had felt her orgasm, her muscles tightening around his
fingers, pulsating with every stroke, yet she denied it–denied that she wanted
him. Was he missing something?
    He scrolled down and continued to read through the files.

 
    He took hold of her ankles and
shoved her knees toward her chest, pressing them down so that she was open and
ready for him. He held them there, moving between them while