Page 79 of Hard Rock Sin
I inhaled sharply.
Cameron looked concerned. "We don't have to use them if you don't want to."
A small part of me was reminded of the break in. Of when they tied me up.
But as I examined that memory, I realized it didn't affect me as much as I thought it might. This was completely different. I trusted Cameron.
"I want to," I told him.
He examined me closely. He nodded.
"Put your arms over your head."
I did so. The demanding tone sent a fresh flood of heat between my legs. I was already getting wet. I pressed my thighs together.
"I didn't know you were into BDSM," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I'm not, really." He took each wrist in his hands and gently looped them through the straps. "This is just to keep you from squirming away."
I swallowed hard as he fastened each strap to the headboard. My arms were now tied above my head. I tugged experimentally. The restraints were solid. I wouldn't be able to get out of it if I tried.
That was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. Cameron could do whatever he wanted to me now. The thought nearly had me whimpering.
"And why would I want to get away?" I asked.
"You'll see." His eyes flashed with wicked amusement. "If you really want to me to stop, say red."
I frowned, confused. "Red?"
"Like stoplights. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for go." Cameron placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Let me know where you're at, okay? Don't feel bad if you need to say red."
"Why can't I just say stop?"
"Because pretty soon you're going to be shouting out a lot of things, Angel. I need to be sure you really mean them."
Despite my arousal, I couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. This was all so new to me. Was I ready for this, whateverthiswas?
Cameron must have sensed my nerves.
"I told you, I'm not into BDSM. None of that sado-masochism stuff. This is all for you."
"Why won't you tell me what you're going to do to me?"
"It's much more fun if you experience it yourself first." Cameron pulled something else out of the bag. A black blindfold. "I'm going to put this over your eyes, okay?"
I hesitated before nodding.
The blindfold was soft and silky against my eyes. It blocked out all light.
"Is this the part where you torture me with ice cubes or feathers or something?"
"Nothing so cliché." Cameron almost sounded offended.
He shuffled down to the edge of the bed, between my legs. He ran his hands up my calves, then up between my thighs. He followed his fingers with a trail of kisses.
The touch of his lips against my sensitive skin had me reeling. My inner muscles throbbed. He'd barely done anything and my panties were almost soaked. My body always responded so readily to him.
Cameron spread my legs open and pushed my skirt up to my waist. I held my breath as he moved closer. I felt the hot air of his breath wash over me as he exhaled.
