Page 40 of Mistletoe Mistake
“Turn around.”
I did, and he quickly pulled down the zip of my dress, letting it fall to my feet. As he'd requested, there was nothing at all underneath, leaving me standing there in my high heels and jewellery and nothing else.
“Sit down on the bed.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over to the bed. Turning around, I sat down on the edge of it and crossed my legs, flexing my feet to show off the heels while my hand went to the expensive diamond necklace against my collarbone. Highlighting the few things I still wore only made it more obvious that there was nothing else there.
One side of Cole's mouth raised in a satisfied smirk as his eyes raked over me, head to toe. A trail of fire seemed to follow behind them, everywhere his gaze touched. My whole body burned for him.
Methodically, he removed his suit jacket, his shoes and socks before yanking his tie loose and pulling it off. However, instead of putting it down, he stretched the tie out between his hands as a devilish gleam flashed in his eyes.
“Isn't it interesting, Gemma, how when someone tells you not to do something, it's the only thing you can think of? When we couldn't speak at the house, suddenly, I had a million things I wanted to say to you.”
I knew exactly what he meant. It had taken all my willpower not to speak to him either, not to point things out to him or ask what he thought about them.
“Not only that, it made everything else seem sharper. The sounds, the smells, the sights; everything felt more intense because I couldn't comment on them.”
It truly pleased me that he had got so much out of the experience, and once again, I felt just the same. With nothing else to distract me, I had been even more aware of his body than usual, the heat and the look and the smell of him.
“It made me wonder: if I took away some of your senses now, how much more intense would the experience be for you?”
He pulled the tie tight between his hands, the fabric taut and hard, and my eyes widened as I started to understand what he meant. I still didn't knowexactlywhat he had in mind, but God, I wanted to find out. My heart pounded in my chest and wetness pooled between my legs as if he’d found some kind of secret ‘on’ switch.
"Yes, please." Although the words came out of my mouth, I was barely aware of saying them. I needed him to know that I wanted it too; how I did that made no difference to me.
Cole's gaze grew even more heated with my agreement. “Good. Open your mouth.”
I did as he asked without question and he quickly crossed the room, placing the tie in my mouth like a gag and tying it behind my head.
“Is that okay?” Although his tone was still dominant, I could also hear genuine concern in it. The two things should have been at odds with each other, but I was beginning to see how it all formed part of the same package. He wanted to control my pleasure, but to do that, it needed to be pleasurable for me. He wouldn’t hurt me; that wasn’t what this was about.
In response to his question, I nodded my head, which was all I could do since he’d taken away my ability to speak.
Cole walked to his closet and opened it, pulling out another tie from what I assumed must be an almost unlimited supply. He didn’t seem to want for anything.
“Hands.”
At his command, I stretched my arms forward, holding my hands next to each other, and he tied my wrists together, the silk soft against my skin despite the strength of the knot.
Another quick trip to the closet and he returned with another tie. “Close your eyes.”
Yet again, I did as he said, and the world around me went dark as he wrapped the fabric across my eyes, knotting it tightly behind my head, just above the one that covered my mouth.
“Now, shuffle back to the middle of the bed, and lie down.”
Cole's disembodied voice sounded even deeper than it did when I could see his mouth moving. His hands guided me into the position he wanted since I could no longer see to get my bearings, and when I was on my back, he raised my hands up over my head.
“I won't tie them down, but you need to keep them up there. Do you understand?”
I nodded again, swallowing against the fabric holding my tongue down.
“Good. Now spread your legs for me, Gorgeous.”
As he requested, I pulled my knees up, placed my shoes flat on the bed, and spread my legs apart as far as I could. In that position, I felt completely exposed and vulnerable, and yet completely safe at the same time. Whatever this incredible man wanted to do to me, I knew it would be no more than what I wanted him to do. I trusted him completely.
Left with only my ears to guide me, I could hear the rustle of fabric and the sound of a zip that I could only assume came from Cole's trousers. He must be removing the rest of his own clothes, but I couldn't see a thing. My skin tingled in anticipation of his touch as my pulse raced, but where would he touch me first? I had no idea.
The bed dipped down beside me, alerting me that he had joined me, and the throbbing between my legs grew even stronger. Goosebumps formed all down my arms and legs and my nipples tightened all on their own. Every inch of me was ready for him.
