Page 84 of Playmaker

Amusement crossed his face, and one side of his mouth tilted up. “Bossy, are we?”

I grabbed the ties from his hand. “You said I could be in control.”

“I did. I also said I was doing the tying.”

“Get your shirt off and then you can tie yourself up. I want you naked.” I was nervous, but if I was calling the shots? It helped the nerves.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly, watching me the whole time. He threw it toward the chair. “Happy?”

I was, as much by his doing what I asked as by the chest now exposed to my view. I passed him a tie.

He held it in his hand. “Do you want me to remove anything else?”

“Not yet.”

He smiled a little wider. “This is going to be very interesting.”

“And still you aren’t tied up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He made some kind of complicated knot that bound the two bits of fabric—I was betting on them being silk—and wrapped one end around one wrist. A bit more maneuvering, and he had both wrists tied together in front of him.

I stood up. He was still watching me with that little grin when I turned him, then shoved him so he fell on his back on the bed. His arms jerked, moving instinctively to protect his fall, but the knots he’d made were good. His wrists stayed together. He ended up in a clumsy sprawl across his mattress.

I climbed onto the bed while he lay back, hands shackled, eyes on me. I tugged on his feet and brought his legs up. Then I rolled him over till he was mostly in the middle of the oversized bed. His feet were hanging off the foot, but I’d probably need his help to drag his body up toward the headboard, and that would erode the impression of being in control. Good enough. It might make pulling the rest of his clothes off a little easier.

“Hands over your head.”

His eyebrows rode up but he did as I asked. I took a moment to appreciate the objective beauty of his fit body, and then moved to his waistband.

“Having fun?” he asked.

I paused, my hands on the button of his pants. “I didn’t ask you to talk.”

The eyebrows stayed high, but I felt his dick twitch. It was getting hard, so I didn’t worry that I was crossing any kind of line or upsetting him. Maybe Mr. Hockey didn’t get bossed around very often. This might be good for him.

I pulled down the zipper and tugged. He didn’t lift his ass to help, and when I glared at him I got an unhelpful smirk. He was going to make me ask. Instead, I pinched his ass cheek and he flinched away. Giving me the opportunity to yank the clothing over his ass.

Score one for me.His dick was pressing up in his underwear, so he liked what I was doing.

I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and he tensed, expecting another pinch. But I had more than one way to skin this cat. I pulled on the fabric until it started to stress, and he lifted his ass the tiniest amount, but enough that I was able to pull them over his dick and down his legs. Yeah, he didn’t want me to rip them—they probably cost a fortune, unless that was something else he didn’t pay for. I shook my head.Not the time.

I slid off and went to the foot of the bed. His feet hanging over the edge made it easy to remove the last of his clothing. I stood in place for a minute and stared at him. Took my time enjoying the view. This was something I’d never had before. A naked man, mine to play with. A gorgeous, incredibly fit hockey player. I was still dressed, and it gave me the illusion of power. I shivered again and his erection twitched. This was working for him too.

Now, what did I want to do next?

I wanted him to lose it. Lose that confident shell he projected and make him forget his disapproving family. I could go right for his dick. But he’d expect that, and I wasn’t ready to move things along that quickly. There were other places that had sensitive nerves. Some I’d discovered last night. Now I could hunt for them as long as I wished.

I didn’t want to bother with clothes later, so I undid the zip on my dress and pulled it off. When my face was no longer hidden in the fabric, I found his gaze focused on my body.

I was wearing more of the lacy lingerie I’d bought for this trip. I wasn’t sure how often I’d wear it. The salesclerk swore it would support my breasts, but it wasn’t one of my usual bras and I kept waiting for a strap to break, or a boob to pop out of the cups, shallower than I was used to.

Right now, it was worth the expense. Cooper’s irises were almost completely blotted out by his pupils, and he swallowed and licked his lips.Excellent. Now that his sense of sight was fully engaged, I was going to work on touch. I slid a knee onto the big bed, beside Cooper’s hip.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take off more clothes?” His voice was raspy, and his eyes were stuck on my cleavage.

“Nah, I’m good.”

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