Page 28 of In a Bind

Chapter Twenty-One

Raini

I walkedthrough the glass doors of the apartment building. It was an old, well kept building that had far more character than the modern buildings it was sandwiched between. It was not nearly as high end as I'd expected and that made me smile. A snooty high rise with pompous decor would have disappointed me. It wouldn't have gone well with the image I had of Zane in my head. As successful as he was, he seemed anything but snooty or pompous.

I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the tenth floor. I smoothed down the skirt of my green dress. It was a little summery for evening, but Zane seemed to like it.

An hour after I'd left his office and sat myself down in my studio to do homework, I'd convinced myself not to meet with him. The second he kissed me in his office, I knew why I'd shown up there in the first place. I had missed him. Everything about him excited me. The way he looked, his dry sense of humor, his intelligence and, of course, the way he had mastered my body in just one weekend. He knew what I wanted more than I knew myself.

I walked down the quiet hallway to the door of his apartment and stood in front of it.

Maybe sex was all this was about. Maybe I just wanted to be taken to the height of pleasure again. Or maybe there was more to it. My thinking was muddled on my motives, and my reasoning was muddied even more by the anticipation of a wild evening of sex with Zane.

I knocked and footsteps grew louder. The door opened. Zane's long hair was combed back off his face. The ever changing color of his eyes had settled in on a light brown. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the hollow at the base of his throat.

I opened my mouth to say hello but before one syllable had left my mouth, Zane had me in his arms. His urgent, fevered kiss assured me that polite, casual conversation was going to be skipped this evening, and since his kisses sent me immediately into the usual state of semi-conscious delirium, I was fine skipping small talk.

He ripped his mouth away from mine. I fell forward as if my lips had been magnetically attracted to his. His hand wrapped firmly around my wrist, and he led me down a short hallway and into his bedroom. The massive bed was positioned in front of the windows, which afforded a view of the entire city. Multicolored lights spread out far and wide below.

Zane spun me around in his arms so my back was to him. "New tattoo?" He kissed the koala tattoo I'd recently had drawn on my shoulder.

"Yes. Do you like it?"

"I like every inch of you, koala covered or not." He unfastened the knot on my halter top dress. The bodice fell down. The zipper on the skirt came next.

"Since you asked me to wear the dress, I sort of expected to be wearing it for awhile."

"I just wanted you to wear it, so I could take it off." The dress dropped to my feet, revealing a little surprise I had planned for him.

"I decided to go panty free tonight."

"Good decision." He stooped down behind me and lightly bit my ass. It was just a teasing nibble of my flesh between his teeth but it sent a surge of wetness through my pussy.

"I was hoping one of those boxes would be sitting on the bed. I thought it might be fun to give it a try."

"The box is under the bed. The contents are waiting at the bedside. Unless, of course, it was the box itself that excited you."

I laughed and spun around to face him. He was still fully clothed as he wrapped his arms around me. "What is it about standing naked in your arms that makes me want to melt into a damn puddle?"

"Then I guess I shouldn't let go. Although, I did have some fun things planned."

"I'll stay solid when you let go. I promise."

He lowered his arms, and I pretended to collapse in a swoon. His reflexes were sharp, and he grabbed me before I could finish my act. The momentary look of concern on his face made it impossible for me to hide a smile. He shook his head and released me.

He walked to the side of his bed and pushed off his shoes. The shirt hugged his wide shoulders and as my gaze dropped down to the small waist and tight ass bound in his jeans, I swayed on my feet. Only this time it was real. I was practically out of breath just thinking about what he had planned.

Zane picked up a satin bag off the dresser. My curious, anxious gaze followed him as he walked to a panel of switches next to the closet door. The building might have been historical, but there was plenty of technology inside of his bedroom. He flicked on some mild music, and the lights dimmed to a warm glow.

"I guess this is what they call the ultimate bachelor's pad," I said it lightly, but there was a hitch in my throat.

Zane peered sideways at me as he flipped another switch to open the closet doors. He disappeared inside and seconds later a strange looking chair rolled out that looked a bit like a tattoo chair. It seemed there were separate sections for each limb to rest on. There were wide leather cuffs attached to straps on the arm rests and on the feet of the chair, below the two panels where the sitter's thighs would rest. A small, nervous laugh escaped me, and I covered my mouth to silence it.

Zane fished through the satin bag and pulled out several items, including a satin blindfold and a smooth white vibrator. He stuck the vibrator in a hole that had been designed into the chair between the thigh panels.

My legs wobbled beneath me, and this time, it seemed, if I collapsed it wouldn't be an act.

Zane walked over and stood in front of me. He yanked off his shirt and slid off his jeans. Seeing his erection was all I needed to make the room spin. He grabbed my arm to keep me upright.

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