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saluted.
    His lips twitched. “Get your smart ass inside.”
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    Theo had ordered me to go upstairs to his bedroom, strip and sit on the
edge of his bed, legs spread and eyes closed. Heat flushed my skin in the
dimmed overhead lights. My heightened breaths filled the stifling silence and
overloaded my olfactory system with Theo’s cologne and his musk on the bedding
beneath me.
    A shiver licked down my body, raising goose bumps in its wake as
footsteps sounded in the hall.
    I sat as he’d told me to, legs spread, aching pussy—bare and wet—on
display. Keeping my eyes shut proved a hell of a lot harder than I’d expected.
I longed to see his face, the heat in his eyes as he saw me naked for the first
time.
    The door beyond the bed’s foot opened, and his rush of breath brought a
smile to my lips. I couldn’t help myself … I peeked.
      He stood before me in all his
ungodly hotness. Black rumpled hair. Dark eyes oozing the same need thrumming
through my body as he peered between my spread thighs. A new wave of lust
rocked the ever lovin’ shit out of me.
    “I told you to keep your eyes closed,” he said, voice ragged and low as
he lifted his head. “Lucky for you, I don’t redden skin with my hands or
whips.” His gaze narrowed, but his sexy-as-hell smirk eased more moisture from
my body. Need like I’d never experienced swept through me, and I fought the
desire to close my legs and hide my obvious desperation.
    His gaze slid downward again. He licked his lips, and my breath caught
as he growled, “Close your eyes.”
    I obeyed, lower lip between my teeth. Like a meek little sub, I didn’t
move as he walked around the room, opening and closing another door.
    My heart thundered in my chest. My body burned. I couldn’t wait for his
hands to touch me. Caressing fingers. Warm mouth.
    A moan passed my lips as I shifted with the desire to rub my thighs
together and find release. Hell, who was I kidding? I wanted to stroke my
throbbing pussy and pulsing clit.
    “Since you can’t seem to obey orders, I’m going to blindfold you,
Charlene. Are you all right with that?”
    Forced to focus on nothing but his scent, his words, his touch… I
swallowed back a moan. “Hell yes.”
    Soft silk brushed across my nipples, hardening them to tight points.
    “So responsive.” Theo’s soft tone matched his gentle movements of tying
a blindfold tight around my head.
    Something a little less silken slid over my shoulders and down my right
arm. Rope, I realized as he began looping and knotting my forearms together in
a front arm binder, an occasional gentle touch to my straining nipples
heightening my breath. Wrist to elbow, he bound me, his fingertips reassuring
against my skin.
    When he finished, I tested the rope and found no give. I swallowed
against the sudden sense of panic lacing through my mind.
    “Relax, little lamb. I can free you with a few flicks of my switch
blade.” His low voice soothed me, and I nodded, forcing myself to draw a slower
breath. Theo’s hands, strong and warm, caressed my shoulders and slid down my
arms. “The pale skin of your wrists and slender hands make my crimson rope
beautiful,” he whispered, twining his fingers through mine.
    The simple intimate act of holding my hands eased my anxiety, lightened
the tightness in my chest.
    He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling my ear and lifting the
hairs on my nape. “Lie back, but keep your legs spread so I can look at that
beautiful pussy.”
    Although my muscles quivered, I obeyed without a word. A tremble
rippled through my body as Theo bound my ankles with rope and tied them to the
bed posts. Again, no give, but my anxiety level remained low. He lifted my bound
arms overhead and tied my wrists tight to the headboard.
    Silence settled once more. My body tensed again as I waited, tied up
tight to his bed. At his mercy, his control. I swallowed against rising anxiety
over being powerless except for a simple word I refused to allow past