Page 56 of Doubting Hearts

I swallowed, remembering how he wanted to tie me up and blindfold me. I was certainly up for all of that. Mr. Cocky agreed, and Rain stood up and made his way to the dresser. But first he fiddled with his iPhone, attaching it to the dock in my room. Luckily we both had the same taste in mobiles. He smiled in satisfaction as the strains of our song, “Smoke and Mirrors,” the same one we’d played when we were making love on the haystack, played through the speakers. He grinned at me.

“I love this bloody song. I am so going to screw you all night to this tune.”

I gulped. That was definitely something to look forward to.

He opened the drawer, and I stared at the taut cheeks of his backside and the strong line of his spine as he rummaged around. Then he turned with a sly smile, and the sight of him looking so delectably decadent made my head swim. Of course, it could also have been the three ties he held up, in varying colors and widths. His eyebrows rose suggestively.

“These should do,” he murmured huskily. “Green for your lovely eyes and black and red for your wrists.”

The thought of being tied to the metal headboard, unable to see and simply feeling whatever Rain decided to do to me, made my heart palpitate and my breathing quicken. He saw the look on my face as he ambled over to me.

“Not getting cold feet, are you?” he whispered as he trailed the ties across my stomach and brushed my cock with them.

“Uh-uh.” My voice was husky. “Do your worst, Rain.”

He grinned, straddling me, and I smelled his heady scent of arousal and saw his blue eyes darken as he considered what he was about to do. Gently, he pushed one wrist up onto the metal frame and wrapped the tie around it, not too tight but taut enough that it wouldn’t come loose too soon. He then did the same with the other one. Then he sat back and regarded his handiwork with a look like a tiger about to devour its prey. I felt completely vulnerable and hoped like hell I wasn’t going to hyperventilate with all the emotion flooding my body. He leaned forward, swiping his tongue across my lips teasingly, once, then twice, and I groaned. I was immobilized by one hundred and sixty pounds of man sitting on my legs.

“You are a world-class bloody bastard,” I muttered. He smiled smugly.

“I know. But you love it.” He got up and went to fetch the vase of flowers I’d arranged so artfully earlier. I watched him in puzzlement as he set them down on the bedside table.

“What are those for?” I asked, dreading the answer. Who knew what went on in Rain’s mind? Perhaps he had visions of sticking a rose up my backside. I hoped fervently, if that was his plan, he made sure there were no thorns. He waggled his finger in my face.

“Toby, you can take that look of abject fear off your face. I’m honestly not that bloody kinky, you idiot. Although it could give a whole new meaning to having a rose in my mouth.” He snorted in laughter as I scowled. “No, I just wanted you to see that bringing flowers to a man does guarantee you getting lucky. At least this man.” He waved at me. “He’s a complete bloody pushover.”

He leaned over, placing the last thick tie over my eyes, and the world went dark green. I swallowed at being so suddenly plunged into the world of the blind. He tied it behind my head, and I heard his sigh of satisfaction as he climbed onto the bed, with me in all my nude glory, lying trussed up and unseeing.

“You look so fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear as his tongue darted in, causing me to shudder. “I am so going to make love to you all night.”