Page 48 of Diamonds & Deception

There’s a note and a black strip of material on the dining room table. I pick up the slip of paper.

You know the dress code. Wait for me in bed. Tie the blindfold around your eyes.

Wait for me.

I’m titillated and a little freaked out. He’s never crossed any boundaries or made me uncomfortable before. The vaginal vibrator definitely pushed my limits, and he seemed genuinely worried when he thought I wasn’t enjoying it.

I think back to my conversation with Lenora. My sex life wouldn’t even be classified as vanilla in her book. More like unflavored Greek yogurt. In my book, however, sex with Drake is like super chunky chocolate fudge with extra sprinkles and a million cherries on top.

I leave the note on the table and pick up the black silk. I can do this. Being blindfolded will heighten my senses, not that they need any help being heightened. Drake can just look at me and tell me to come and I’ll be seeing stars.

I go to his room and strip down, folding my clothes and leaving them on the chair by the window. I climb under the cool sheets and wait. When I hear him come through the main door, I’ll put on the blindfold.

Michael must have reported my presence, so I shouldn’t have to wait for too long. I lie on my back for a while, then get bored. I sit up and prop myself up with pillows and wait.

And wait.

Drake is a busy man. I didn’t think he’d be able to find time to see me today anyway, so this is a bonus. When my butt goes numb, I slide back down and close my eyes. I don’t want to fall asleep without the blindfold on, so I tie it around my head and settle into the soft pillow.

I must have dozed, and I startle when I feel a cold breeze across my shoulder. The covers whip off my body. “Drake?”

He glides his fingers along my arm, stopping at my hand, and pulls it above my head. I feel a rope wrap around my wrist.

“Are you tying me up?”

“Shh.” He doesn’t whisper words of endearment or even kiss me. Something feels off, yet I can’t help how my body reacts to him.

I feel my nipples harden. This is usually when he’ll tweak them and tell me how fucking beautiful I am. Drake doesn’t swear often, only when we’re having sex or dropping sexual innuendos. I like that my body makes him let loose.

He straddles me and ties up my other hand. I let him because I trust him sexually. The jury is still out on his morals outside the bedroom. He’s still fully clothed and I arch my chest to him, my breasts aching to be kissed and touched.

Drake ignores them and moves down my body. Pinpricks bite at my spine and my legs. No. This isn’t right.

“Drake. What are you doing? Talk to me.”

I feel him loom over my body. He lowers his mouth to my ear and my body strains to him, desperate for his touch, his words.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t say more and moves down to my legs, wrapping something around each ankle and tying them to the corners of the bedposts. I’m uncomfortable, not from the restraints, but from my vulnerability. Even though he’s seen me, licked me, and tasted every inch of me, being stretched out naked and at his mercy is a bit terrifying.

Especially since I’m blindfolded. He hasn’t shown this kind of sexual appetite before. Maybe he’s been holding back, just like he’s holding back his involvement, or at least knowledge of my sister’s murder.

“Are you wet for me? Does bondage turn you on?”

“I... I don’t know. I mean, yes, I’m always wet for you. I want to touch you, Drake. See you.”

He crawls over my body again, his body hovering yet not touching mine, and whispers in my ear, “I’ve been doing a lot of reading, Lenora.”

Lenora?He hasn’t called me that since we first met.

“Word is you’re into this. I want to please you, so I’m willing to give it a go.”

Oh god. What did I get myself into? He’s heard about Lenora’s reputation. I wouldn’t have thought the rumors would turn him on.

“No. We don’t have to. I’m... it’s notyou. It’s notus.”

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