Page 106 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“Kiss me.” She hadn’t intended to issue the request, but now that the words were out, she wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t want him.
He lifted his head “No. You’re my captive. Tonight, I’m the one who’ll be giving the commands. And you’re going to obey me. Completely.”
Her stomach flipped over. Jesus. Her stranger was playing the dominant card. She didn’t consider herself submissive during the waking hours, but there was a part of her that had always longed to be dominated in bed. She struggled to remember if she’d admitted that desire to Harper. She didn’t think so, but then again, she’d consumed a lot of wine prior to the sex conversation. Perhaps she’d told her friend more than she thought.
“Just don’t expect me to start calling you Master,” she said, purposely trying to tweak him. Test the waters.
He was silent for several breathless moments. “No. I won’t be your Master, but you will call me whatever I tell you to, Amy.”
It was a powerful assertion, spoken with absolute certainty. She briefly debated the wisdom in denying him then took the safer path. “What do you want me to call you?”
“For tonight, you’ll simply refer to me as Sir.”
“Sir,” she whispered, trying it on for size. It was better than thinking of him as her stranger, but infinitely more dangerous to her libido.
“You know what a safe word is?”
Amy struggled to answer. Instead, she simply nodded.
His carefree smile faded. “I’m going to have sex with you. We can make it as easy or as heavy as you prefer. I can keep this encounter light, but…” He paused.
“But?” she prompted.
“I want more.”
Amy tried to wrap her head around everything that was happening. She felt as though she was slogging through waist-deep mud in uncharted territory. “How much more?”
“Have you ever been tied up in bed?”
She shook her head. Only in her dreams.
Her answer surprised him. “Why not?”
Amy didn’t reply. Didn’t know how.
When the silence persisted, he prodded. “You like bondage. Your body is responding to it. I can see that. Why deny yourself something that turns you on?”
“I don’t know. Where I’m from it’s not that easy to meet blokes who want the same things I do.”
He considered her words. “You’re from Australia.”
She smiled. “What gave me away?”
He laughed, the expression transforming his face into something that took her breath away. Bloody hell, she’d met her fair share of sexy jackaroos, but she’d never,evermet a man who affected her quite like this.
“Pick a safe word, Amy. We’re going to play.”
Her mind went completely blank. Once again, he filled the silence.
“Oz. Your safe word is Oz. Say it and we’ll slow down, talk a bit, give you time to adjust. Fair enough?”
Was she seriously consenting to this? The man was a complete stranger. Sex was one thing, but he was offering a hell of a lot more than that. Just last week, she’d spent nearly two nights perusing websites of sex clubs in the Chicago area. She’d always wanted to visit one and experiment with some previously unexplored parts of her sexuality. What was so different about indulging in a night with this hot stranger versus one at a sex club?
About a million things—all of them having to do with your safety.
She closed her eyes and tried to force her weary brain to think, to overrule her wayward, reckless physical needs.
“Amy. Open your eyes.”
