Authors: Cassandra Carr
Drew felt her shift to the foot of the bed.
“You can open your eyes now.”
He opened his eyes as Jamie slid graceful y to the floor. She removed his shoes and socks but stopped short of stripping him completely. Drew
groaned.
“Patience, patience.”
She repeated his words back to him, and he groaned again. Cocking her head, she looked him up and down, one side of her delectable lips
kicked up into a half smile.
“What to do, what to do...”
“I've got some ideas,” he offered.
“Shhhh, did I ask for your input? I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut. You don't want me to gag you, do you? Maybe spank that tight ass?”
“No, ma'am,” he promptly replied. “You're real y enjoying this, aren't you?”
“I am. Oh, and I saw you test the knots. You won't be able to get out of them. My dad is a sailor, and he taught me how to tie a mean knot.”
She grinned, and Drew shook his head. He had no idea she could be this diabolical. He wasn't sure if it scared him or turned him on. “Remind
me to get back at you for this later.”
“Tsk-tsk. Getting pretty demanding for someone in your position, aren't you?”
He was getting more agitated by the minute. “Jamie, do you want me to beg? I wil . I'm dying here. I need you, so say the word, and I'l beg. I'm
not above it.”
“Oh yes, you wil beg,” she agreed. “Later. Now it's time for some fun.”
She reached down, picked up her panties, and slid them on. She shushed him and threatened again to gag him when he objected. Forceful y
pressing his lips closed, he watched with frustrated eyes as she dressed herself completely. Was she leaving?
What the fuck
? He was final y placated when she climbed on top of him, hiking her skirt nearly up to her waist to do so. She rubbed her panty-clad pussy over his erection, and
Drew's eyes closed as pleasure assaulted his senses.
“Keep them open,” she demanded.
“Closed, open, make up your mind,” he mumbled, opening his eyes and glaring at her.
She grinned. “Grumpy?”
Shimmying backward until she was straddling his thighs, she reached for his belt buckle, undoing it achingly slowly and then starting on his
pants.
“Lift up.”
He did, and she slid his pants down to his thighs, but no farther, leaving his boxer briefs in place. She got to her feet again while Drew stared at
her with new admiration. He was alternately anticipating and dreading what she would do next, but was pretty sure he was coming down on the side
of al this turning him on. She strol ed to the head of the bed and looked down at him, regarding him thoughtful y for several moments.
“What?” he final y asked when he couldn't stand her scrutiny any longer. He wasn't a man who felt self-conscious very often, but she had thrown
him completely off guard. The way she was looking into his eyes so intensely made him uncomfortable, and he had a bad feeling he would've
squirmed if he could move.
Damn knots
. Instead he endured her gaze, wondering what she was thinking.
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Jamie couldn't believe he'd actual y let her tie him to the bedposts. And she wasn't exaggerating when she said he wouldn't be able to escape
his bonds. He was a rare specimen of strength, due to his former profession, but there was no getting around a securely tied knot. She'd reached
far back to the days of learning to sail with her father to come up with a foolproof one. The tie was slipperier than a rope would've been, but she was
stil confident. Besides, she doubted he'd real y try that hard to get free. No matter what he said, he was enjoying this. The evidence was obvious in
the front of his boxers.
He'd turned fidgety under her scrutiny, his hands clenching and unclenching in rhythm, and she decided to let him suffer just a little longer. She
had a plan, and she intended to carry it out, no matter what. She doubted she'd ever get a chance like this again, and she wanted to make the most
of it. “Keep your eyes open and watch me.”
Moving to the foot of the bed again, she began to massage his feet. “I'm going to ask you a series of questions. For every question you get right
—I'm the judge
and
the jury—I'l remove one item of clothing. Whether it's yours or mine is my choice. Got it?” Drew nodded. “You're learning,” she
remarked, and he snorted in reply. “That'l cost you, big boy.”
She tickled the arches of his feet without mercy until she feared he would hurt himself with his thrashing. He was snarling at her in the most
adorable way, but she thought it best to keep that information to herself. Man, the feeling of power was exhilarating. She stil preferred to have the
man in control in bed, but she could see the al ure of playing the dominant.
Drew was a private person, so she'd made up this game because she was so curious about him. She'd read he had one sister and that his
parents stil lived in Brooklyn, had even seen al kinds of stats from his playing days, but none of that information would help her figure out what was
inside Drew's head. And of course, she knew about the incident with his fiancee from reading about it with Liz, but she didn't know how much it stil
affected him.
She figured he would give up the goods if he thought it would help get him laid. Men were so simple sometimes. She wanted to know what
made him tick, and why he wanted her when he could have his pick of gorgeous, available women. Starting with a question to make him relax and
pump his ego, she held up a finger. “First question. What's your personal record for bringing a woman to orgasm in a twenty-four-hour period?”
Drew's eyebrows shot up. He was obviously taken aback by her question. He considered for a moment. “I think about eight to ten times.”
“Very nice,” she told him. “Let's see if we can break that record this weekend.”
“Fuck, yes,” he ground out, his eyes closing briefly while he released a loud breath. “Did I get it right? I want to see you lose some clothes.”
“Again with the mouth,” she chided him. “This is a multipart question.” Drew's back arched as he strained against his bonds. “Not used to being
the one tied up, huh?”
“No,” he admitted. “And I don't think I like it.”
“Bul shit,” she retorted, glancing pointedly at his crotch. “Part two of the first question: how many times have you come in a twenty-four-hour
period?”
“By myself or with someone else?” he shot back. Clearly he wasn't going to make this easy. That was fine. Two could play that game.
Jamie rol ed her eyes. “With someone else.”
“Probably five or six. As you've seen, I tend to be more interested in the giving side rather than the receiving side.”
“Yes...” She pondered. After making him wait a couple moments, she reached inside her blouse and unhooked her bra, working it through her
shirt until it came out of her sleeve. She dropped it on the floor.
“Oh, that's just not right,” Drew griped.
“Second question. Have you ever been in love?” She waited with bated breath for his answer. She probably should've waited to ask this
question, but she was dying to hear his answer. She knew he had been—that he'd been engaged. But she wanted to see what he said about his
former fiancee.
His eyes briefly took on a shuttered look. The emotion was gone as quickly as it had come. “Once. Don't ask for details.”
He stared at her as if daring her to defy his wishes. She had no intention of doing so. She was taken aback as she discerned something in his
gaze; something she thought she'd never see—hurt and vulnerability. Yes, the thing with his fiancee was stil an issue. She'd like to rip that bitch's
head off and kick it across Park Avenue for what she'd done to Drew. “I won't,” she replied softly. “I'd like to know, if you'd ever like to tel me, but I
won't push.”
“Thank you,” he murmured. “Did I get the question right?” He final y smiled, and she gave him a smile of her own.
“Yes, you got it right.” She slid her panties down over her boots and kicked them aside.
He arched his back. “You're torturing me. You know that, right?” he asked. She smiled, and he continued. “I could cheat, you know.”
“How?”
“I could start talking. A lot. You melt into a little puddle of femininity. It's hot.”
“Mmmm, that would be nice, but it wouldn't make this process go any faster.”
“You're a cold, cold woman, Jamie.”
She looked in his eyes and saw he was teasing her. She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, especial y
asking him personal questions, but she needed to know who he was. She was in way over her head, and if she didn't want to get hurt, real y hurt,
she needed to understand more about the man underneath the lothario. She needed to know if he was capable of being the kind of man she
needed before she al owed her heart to get involved. Wel , more involved, she acknowledged to herself.
“Third question. Would you have pursued me if you hadn't caught me in the production office?”
“Yes, but I was having qualms about my position relative to yours.”
“Qualms, Drew? You surprise me.”
“I'm not a total asshole. I hope you know that by now.” He scowled at her and seemed genuinely angry that she would think badly of him.
“I do,” she promised. She made her way to the head of the bed again and leaned down, giving him a long, deep kiss, putting everything she had
into it. Her tongue explored his mouth as his did hers, and he strained against the knots again. When she deepened the kiss even more, he wrenched his head away.
“Jamie, honey, please, I'm begging you. I can't take much more of this.”
Jamie smiled, brushing her thumb along his lip. “You'l be rewarded handsomely.”
“I better be,” he grumbled. She reached down, rubbing the length of his penis through his boxer briefs. His feet dug into the mattress as his
entire body stiffened. She quickly pul ed off his underwear and leaned down to take him into her mouth, sucking hard on the fat head. He
shuddered, nearly dislodging her, but she held fast. She glanced up to see his eyes go dark with arousal as he watched her suck his cock. When
she released him and pul ed his boxers back up, a strangled cry tore from him. He was panting.
“Take something off, dammit. Something good. No more of this bul shit,” he spat out.
She lifted her top over her head and straddled him just like she had earlier. When she pushed her breast in his mouth, he suckled greedily. A
stream of obscenities that would've made a sailor proud fol owed when she moved away again. She considered whether or not she should ask her
next question and quickly decided to go for it, hoping to catch him off guard so he would answer honestly. “Do you like me, Drew?”
“Like you?” he repeated, his brows knitting in confusion. “Of course I like you.”
“That's not what I mean, Drew. I know you want me; I know you like my body. But do you like
me
?” She emphasized the last word, raising her
eyebrows. She had a lot riding on his answer.
Drew fidgeted—as much as he could in his bonds, anyway. He vaulted between frustration from lust and from his natural inclination to protect his
heart and then back again. Why was she asking these questions? Why couldn't she leave wel enough alone? What did she want him to say? They
were having a good time. Why couldn't that be enough?
He considered his answer to her latest question, closing his eyes to think, knowing intuitively she was serious, and that she was feeling
insecure. She didn't view this thing as a fling. If he were honest with himself, did he? He sighed, knowing she was waiting for his answer and wouldn't accept less than the truth.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Yes, Jamie, I like you.”
“I feel a ‘but’ coming on.”
“But I've made it kind of a rule not to get involved. If you're looking for somebody to marry and have ten kids with, that's not me.” The words
sounded empty and hol ow even to him.
Jamie nodded slowly. “Fair enough.” She couldn't hide the hurt look in her eyes.
“Jamie,” he began. He felt like a total shit but needed to be honest with her. He wasn't a home-and-hearth kind of guy.
“No, it's okay,” she said. “You never offered me anything more than this.” He didn't believe her, but when she reached down and unzipped her
boots, stepping out of them, he knew the conversation was over. “I want you,” she told him. He couldn't help but gape at her. “Why do you look so
surprised? Did you think I was going to run off crying if you didn't pledge your eternal love? Don't misunderstand me. I have no desire to be another
one of your little sex toys, someone you screw when the mood strikes you; let's just make that clear. I want to be more special to you than that.”
“I wouldn't have even started this if that's al you were to me.” As he said it, he realized it was true; he just wasn't sure why. He didn't have time to
ponder the answer as she slid her skirt down her legs, leaving her naked.
She looked down as his cock twitched again. “You certainly look ready.”
Reaching down, she yanked his pants and briefs off and straddled him. “Do you want me to ride you? Would you like that?” She smiled, her lips
curling seductively as she rubbed her wetness al over his shaft.
Drew breathed a quick sigh of relief. His torment was final y ending. “Definitely. Untie me. I want to touch you.”
“No.”
He groaned but didn't complain further. She grabbed the package of condoms off his nightstand and leaned back to rol one onto him. Impaling
herself on him, she moaned as she took his entire length.