Page 84 of His Road Dog

His palm pressed against her upper back, right between her shoulders. "I need a woman who will do whatever I ask her to do."

He ran a finger down her spine. At the top of her butt, he lightly trailed his finger between her cheeks. Her stomach fluttered.

"And not question me or my actions, because she knows I will do everything in my power to protect her." He captured her nipple, rolling it between his rough and strong fingers. "Do you understand?"

She swallowed. He wasn't talking about right now when he was getting off on teasing her.

"Yes." She reached for him and grasped air. He moved too fast for her to keep track of him.

His whiskers brushed her shoulder from behind. "Good."

He gathered her curls in his hand, pinning her hair behind her. His mouth landed on the side of her neck. The slow suckage and velvety lap of his tongue aroused her.

Her eyes rolled upward under her closed lids, behind the blindfold. She pressed her thighs together at the onslaught of pleasure, making her wet.

Priest paid attention to only one spot on the sensitive skin of her neck. She trembled, at a disadvantage. It was the weirdest sensation, almost hypnotic. With her eyes closed, it almost felt like he was touching her all over.

His lips came away from her skin. "Mine, babe."

She knew without looking that he'd marked her skin. A bruise would be there for days, even when she went to work on Monday.

A tremor swept through her. She liked the idea of everyone knowing he was the one who gave her the hickey.

He slipped his finger into her hand. She grasped tightly to that one digit, afraid of letting him slip away from her.

"Leave your blindfold on and come with me." He guided her forward. "I won't let you bump into anything."

Going slowly, she went until she heard the sliding door open, and panic filled her. "Priest?"

"I almost think you haven't heard a word I've said."

He wanted her to trust him. He promised to protect her.

"I-I'm okay." She scooted her bare foot over the track of the door and stepped onto the deck.

Knowing the railing was near, she feared falling over and plummeting to her death. The panic was real, even though she knew the wood would stop her from tumbling over the top, and Priest wouldn't let her get hurt.

She shivered. Unless he picked her up again and put her on the railing.

But he never took her feet off the wooden deck. She reached out and found the top board and grabbed on, centering herself and trying to regain her equilibrium.

The wind blew against her face, making her hair tickle her back. There was no warmth in the air, and she was positive her earlier assumption that the sun had gone down was true. It would be as dark outside as it was behind her blindfold.

She couldn't tell if her body swayed or the deck was coming loose from the house. Her mind played tricks on her. All she knew was that Priest was steady. Nobody could move him. He was stable and solid.

She rather hold on to him than the railing.

"Give me your hand."

She let go with her right hand and raised her palm. He placed a long, roundish object in her grasp. Using her fingers, she tried to figure out what he'd given her.

"Careful, babe. It's a knife." He held her wrist and brought her arm to her chest. "You're holding the handle. The blade points in the same direction as your thumb."

The flat, cool blade pressed against her shoulder. Her muscles tensed. Without seeing what he was doing, she waited in fear of getting cut.

"Now, give it back to me."

She waited until he had ahold of the knife and let go, putting her hand back on the railing. Her pulse wouldn't calm down. On the verge of jolting every time he touched her, she was afraid to move until she knew where the weapon had gone.

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