She had nearly scampered to the other side of the bed on her hands and knees when something enormous and very heavy landed on her, flattening her against the mattress and forcing the breath from her lungs in an 'oomph' of exhaled air. She snatched at the duvet, trying uselessly to pull herself out from under him, but he just grabbed both of her outspread hands and stretched them over her head, pressing them into the white eyelet comforter until she was very effectively trapped beneath his large, hard frame.
"I thought you were going to be a docile little lamb?" He said against her temple, still sounding amused at her antics. He eased up slightly so she could breathe, but still covered her like the world's sexiest blanket.
"Fuck you!" She grunted, wiggling around wildly to dislodge him. She wasn't usually big on the profanity, but the situation seemed to warrant it.
"If you keep doing that, I will. And without the foreplay either." He growled, grinding his very obvious erection against her soft buttocks. The gesture should have been crude and mildly threatening, but it was done with such a devastatingly sensual rolling motion of his hips that it felt more like an act of seduction than a threat.
Holly went completely still. There was no denying it. The impressive physical evidence of his desire gave her a huge thrill. She knew she should be defiant, but all she really wanted to do was spread her legs a little and feel more of his swollen flesh against her suddenly very moist folds. But no, her fantasy demanded that she exhibit some real hostility towards her would-be attacker. Giving in so easily was not in the game plan. Or was it? If he kept flexing like that she really wouldn't have much choice but to allow herself to be seduced.
It really wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. Why was he making this so fun anyway? Couldn't he just be a big, rough jerk like she'd requested? But no, he had to be weirdly gentle and amusing. He was ruining everything.
Feeling daring and not a little frustrated, she called his bluff, half hoping that he would carry through on his warning. "Go ahead and do it then. Get it over with if that's what you want." She said, pressing her hips upward, purposely goading him to take her hard and fast. On some level she knew he wouldn't do it. She had no idea who he was and yet something in her was certain he wasn't capable of hurting her.
He shifted to the side slightly, so the ridge in his jeans wasn't pressing so deeply into her silk-clad bottom. Nudging her hair away from her neck with his nose, he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck and blew warm air against her flushed cheek. "That's a tempting offer, but what I want has very little to do with what's going here. This is about you and what you want. 'Cause, trust me, if this was my fantasy, Honey, you'd be sneaking into my room and having your wicked way with me. Not the other way around."
Oh, the images his words evoked. Holly felt herself growing warm at the thought of being the aggressor rather than the victim in her home invasion fantasy. It was so out of character for her to even contemplate being anything other than the submissive. She'd never considered taking on the role of the dominant in this scenario or any other. But now that he mentioned it she found herself intrigued by the concept. Could she turn the tables on him and come out on top? Literally. But first she needed to get control of her hormones and remember her role here. Melting when he nuzzled against her cheek was not appropriate behavior for this situation.
So Holly snorted and summoned up a very convincing haughty tone. "Well, why don't you go home and wait for me, and I'll be right over," she said sarcastically, her voice muffled by the comforter.
He chuckled again and gave the side of her neck a little nip that made her shiver in reaction. "You have no idea how much I would like that."
Then his lips were beneath her ear and she felt the tip of his tongue flick against the sensitive lobe. Unable to help herself, she angled her head in the opposite direction to give him better access to her very sensitive neck. She was failing miserably at resisting him, but she was starting not to care.
Was it the blindfold? Is that why his mouth on her skin felt so electric? Were her senses really more acute because she was deprived of her vision? Or did he just have the softest, silkiest lips in the entire world?
Against her will, a small sigh escaped her as he pressed his open mouth against that magical spot where her neck met her shoulder. For a relatively innocent touch, she felt the heat and seductive power of that kiss deep, deep between her legs and she shifted restlessly beneath him, trying to relieve some of the tension that was rippling through her body.
Holly was just beginning to relax under his touch when she heard the tinkle of metal against metal and noticed that one of her hands was completely free from his grasp.
Before she had time to react, the handcuffs were slapped onto her free wrist and he was crouching over her, stretching out her shackled arm until he was able to attach the other ring to her wrought iron headboard.
"Damn it!" She cried, yanking on her arm to determine if he'd left enough room for her to wiggle loose. She grunted in frustration as he lowered himself back on top of herself. Now she was firmly attached to the headboard and trapped beneath his incredibly warm, hard body. Evidently he'd been able to stow the handcuffs somewhere on his person while using his very distracting lips to divert her attention. The man was diabolical.
"C'mon now." He coaxed. "Don't be a sore loser. I'm willing to compromise. If you promise not to poke my eyes out or leave any scars, I'll even let you keep one hand free. What do you say?" He loosened his grip on her opposite wrist, but then tightened it again when she tried to jerk it out of his grasp.
"Promise me," he taunted as his free hand gently tugged her camisole strap down her arm and he gave her shoulder blade a soft, sensual lick.
"Really?" She asked suspiciously. "Why?"
"Well, I know you're really into sticking to this whole 'at my mercy' script, but I'd really like it if you touched me. In fact, I can't wait much longer for that to happen. So, I won't keep you trussed up like a prize calf as long as you play nice. Meaning that the blindfold stays on and at no point do you draw blood." His voice grew quite husky as he added one last addendum. "Unless it's because you lose control when I'm deep inside you. Then I'm really okay with some nail gashes in my back. Or in my forearms if I happen to be taking you from behind." He rubbed his very prominent hard-on against her upturned buttocks for emphasis. "What do you say?"
Holly's lower body clenched at his bold words and she felt an unfamiliar rush of moisture pooling between her thighs. Did he actually think she would react that strongly to his sexual skills? Despite her current heightened state of arousal she couldn't really imagine herself being so mindless with pleasure that she would actually lose control to such a degree that she drew blood. But she was wildly curious to find out if it was possible. She cleared her throat and tried to sound bored. "And where would you like me to touch you exactly?"
His chuckle was full of dark sensuality. "Well, I have a few areas in mind, but if you promise not to maim me then I'll let you choose. How does that sound?"
"Anywhere?"
"Nothing off limits. Except my ribs. I'm a bit ticklish."
She felt herself smiling at that. A tickle fight would certainly put her fantasy permanently off the rails, but might be fun under very different circumstances. She imagined a wrestling match would quickly ensue, followed by a battle for who would assume the sexually dominant position. If only she had the freedom to pursue that kind of light-hearted fantasy instead of the serious one her own troubled subconscious demanded.