“I want more, Sir.”

   “If you’re sure,” he said.

   “I’m enjoying this. There’s so much freedom to be found like this. I can shut my mind off. It’s so refreshing not to have to think.”

   Instead of a verbal reply, he answered by covering her lips with his. It was a kiss he fully controlled. One he took. Bound as she was, she couldn’t touch him, and though she could have taken a step back, she didn’t. She remained still, allowing him to kiss her and letting him know how much she wanted it by kissing him back.

   He ended the kiss and slipped a black blindfold out of his back pocket. “To further help you shut your mind off.”

   She nodded, but she didn’t have to. She knew he’d stop only if she said her safe word. He secured the blindfold around her head and stepped back.

   “Thank you, Sir,” she said in a breathy sigh.

   “You like when I take your sight away?”

   “Yes, Sir. It frees me even more.”

   Yup. She was fucking stunning.

   He ran his hands over her body. “You okay with me touching you like this?”

   “So okay, Sir.”

   He smiled and continued brushing his hands along her body. “I’m going to decorate this gorgeous body of yours with my ropes. It’s silk, so it’ll feel so good against your skin. And when I’m finished, it’ll look fucking fabulous.”

   Like before, he bound her slowly, and whispered while he worked. Telling her how sexy she looked, how much it turned him on to have her in his ropes, and how it was going to take him so long to bind her properly, she’d probably still be feeling his silk on her body tomorrow.

   “Can you feel them circling your breasts?” he asked.

   “Yes, Sir.”

   “Think of the ropes as an extension of my hands. If I could, I’d be like this silk, touching you everywhere. Making sure you felt me all along your body. There’s not a place I wouldn’t touch.” He slipped a hand between her legs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

   “Mm, I really, really like bondage, Sir.”

   “I’ll say.” He teased her clit. “Fortunately, I really, really like putting you in bondage.”

   Once he finished the upper part of her body, he took more rope and started on her lower half.

   “Are you okay in the position you’re in?” he asked.

   “Yes, Sir.”

   Since she was standing, he wasn’t going to put her legs in any wild and crazy positions. He’d save that for later. When he had her in his bed again.

   Oh yes, he would definitely have her in his bed again. There was no way he wouldn’t move heaven and earth to get her there. It didn’t matter that he’d said he’d wanted only one night. One night wasn’t nearly enough.

   As he worked the silk around her legs, he peppered kisses along her thighs, feeling pleased as her skin pebbled in gooseflesh.

   “You look like a goddess in this silk.”

   “Thank you, Sir, but if I look good, it’s only because you make me that way.” She sucked in a breath as his lips drew closer and closer to the juncture of her thigh and torso, but whined when he backed up.

   “Not yet,” he said. “I’m not quite ready to reward you for being such a good girl.”

   He finished his rope work on her legs, then stepped back to look. He’d been right. She was a different person in bondage. Soft and pliable. The hardened TV executive was gone and in her place was the most amazing submissive he’d ever worked with.

   Satisfied with the way she looked, he picked up the camera and took pictures. He knew as he took picture after picture that the second part of the shoot more than made up for the lousy beginning. But even as the photographer part of him rejoiced in the quality of shots he was taking, the Dom part knew he’d achieved the greater victory.

   Meagan wasn’t one to easily give her submission. She was guarded and trusted only a few with that precious gift. She’d never said as much, but he knew without being told. The fact that she submitted to him so perfectly and easily was heady knowledge. A man could get drunk on that knowledge. And a Dom wouldn’t rest until he’d claimed it completely.

   * * *

   Hours later, Luke woke to feel Meagan stir. After he’d untied her, he’d carried her to his bedroom where he wrapped his arms around her and told her to sleep. She’d given a few half-hearted protests, but even she knew she was in no state of mind to drive. Within minutes, she was snoring.

   Luke had always been a light sleeper, so it came as no surprise to him that when Meagan extracted herself from his arms, he woke instantly. What surprised him was the fact that she sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. Even though his rational brain reasoned she might just be getting up to use the bathroom, his intuition told him it was something more. He kept his breathing deep and even so she’d think he was still asleep.

   The bed shifted slightly and he felt the weight of her stare. She was watching him. Trying to see if he was sleeping? He focused on his breathing and willed his body not to move. After a few seconds, the bed shifted again as she stood up. Was she leaving?

   He cracked one eye open. She wasn’t putting her clothes on and for that he was thankful. He really didn’t want to wake up to find a note where she should be. Besides, she didn’t come across as the type of woman who would leave before dawn and not say anything.

   The last time she spent the night, she’d wrapped up the next morning in an old robe he had. Since she was still naked after the rope scene, and he hadn’t put anything on her after, she walked on tiptoes to the master bathroom and took the robe from the hook he had it on. Then she crept back through the bedroom and out into the hallway.

   She was probably going to the kitchen for a little snack. He grinned. He was feeling a bit hungry, too. Though it wasn’t food that would satisfy him. He’d sneak into the kitchen and turn tables on her. Maybe he’d hoist her onto the table. Yeah. That was the best way to take care of middle-of-the-night hunger pains. His cock agreed and stirred to life.