Page 26 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Good, close your eyes."
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Karina
I close my eyes, and instantly, all of my other senses come into focus. That dark masculine scent of his magnifies; the force of his dominance crashes into my chest, pins me down and holds me in place. My nerve endings thrum. Every part of me is focused on him…The slide of his feet on the wooden floor, the warmth from his body as it envelopes me.
I sense his gaze raking over my features, my breasts, the flesh between my legs. Can’t stop the blush that rises to my cheeks.
"You’re beautiful," he rumbles.
That hard voice rolls down my front, coils low in my belly as he, no doubt, intended.
I sense him rise to his feet, turn my head to follow as he steps past me.
I must have made a sound or he must sense my discomfort, for he presses his hand into my shoulder. "I’ll be right back."
And damn, if his touch isn’t reassuring?
I track his footsteps across the floor, then the sound of the closet door opening. The rustle of fabric, the whisper of something else… Something soft that slithers against his skin. The hair on the nape of my neck rises.
His footsteps approach; he pauses behind me. I shiver. Somehow, even with my eyes closed, I am aware of how he must tower over me, how he must glance down at me, how at his mercy I am right now.
A soft cloth wraps over my eyes.
I whimper.
"Shh," his warm breath grazes my ear, "I’ll take good care of you."
That’s what I’m afraid of.
He knots the cloth behind my head, then places his palm on the flat of my back. He urges me to place my cheek onto the mattress.
I sense rather than hear the slither of something. A rope, maybe?
"What are you doing?" I stutter.
"I won’t hurt you.’
Won’t you?
His breathing is steady as he slides what I assume to be a knot up each of my arms and around my shoulder. He cinches the rope at my back over my spine, then slides it up and round my biceps.
"You alright?"
I swallow.
"Nod, if you are."
I nod.
"Does it feel okay?"
I draw in a breath. It feels strange. It feels...not bad. It feels restrictive, but not in a bad way. I nod.
His actions seem to speed up as he knots the rope again at my back, then slides two more knots up my arms to above my elbows.
He leans in and presses a kiss to the back of my neck, "Okay?"
