Sacrifice by Lora Leigh Page B

what I ask.”
    She could feel her body responding
to the heat in his eyes, the arousal and demand in his voice. Her clit ached
unlike anything she had known in the past. She could feel her vagina
moistening, spilling her juices along the folds of flesh beyond.
    Her breasts were swelling, her
nipples becoming hard and sensitized beneath the silk of her robe.
    “All control?” she asked weakly.
    She had never dared to attempt such
a thing before.
    “All control, Kimberly.” He would
demand nothing less.
    She fought to breathe normally, but
the rising excitement made it impossible. Her breasts were rising and falling
harshly, the blood pumping fiercely through her veins.
    Kimberly pushed her hands deep into
the pockets of her robe, staring back at Jared intently. What did he have in
mind? He wouldn’t hurt her, he wouldn’t breach her virginity. What was left
that she would need to surrender her control?
    “No explanations, Kimberly.” He
forestalled her request for just that. “Either you trust me or you don’t.
There’s no in-between.”
    “I trust you.” There was no
question of that.
    He smiled again, a crooked, tender
smile that caused the muscles of her stomach to clench in response.
    “Come here.” He held out his hand
to her, though there was nothing so weak as a request. It was a demand.
    She stepped forward slowly, taking
his hand, expecting him to pull her into his arms. She was surprised when he
stopped her inches from his chest.
    “I’m going to blindfold you,” he
said firmly. “You will leave it on, no matter what. Agreed?”
    She had never been blindfolded. She
had never been stripped of even the security of her sight. She shuddered at the
demand but nodded in compliance.
    Jared touched her cheek with the
pads of his fingers before leaning close to touch her lips with his.
    “I’ll blindfold you here, then
carry you to another room. Your safe word is sacrifice; by saying it, you’ll
sacrifice a pleasure, baby, unlike anything you’ve known yet.”
    What could he have planned?
    Kimberly nodded jerkily, trembling
before him as he picked up the black eye mask from the bed and pulled it over
her head. It covered her eyes only, the elastic fitting snugly at the back of
her head and blocking all light.
    “I’ve never done this, Jared.” She
reached for him, her hands gripping his forearm desperately as she became lost
in a world of darkness.
    “I know, baby,” he whispered. “Just
let go. I’ll take care of you.”
    She stilled at the small, almost
hidden vein of emotion in his voice that she caught then. Despite the arousal,
the absolute pleasure, underlying the dominant satisfaction was…sadness?
    “I’m going to pick you up,” he told
her a second before he swung her in his arms. “You don’t have to do anything
yet, Kimber. Just relax.”
    Relax? She was blind and becoming
paranoid. His voice was making her crazy. What was that emotion, that hint of
something in his tone that sent a shaft of pain piercing her heart?
    She gripped his shoulders as he
cradled her against his chest and began to walk. She tried to picture the path
in her mind, but the turns he made didn’t make sense, unless he was trying to
deliberately disorient her.
    “Are you going in circles?” She
tried to smile, but felt her lips trembling in the attempt.
    “Of course.” She heard the smile in
his voice. “Where would be the fun in it if you knew where you were?”
    He was demanding the complete
sacrifice of every shred of control she possessed. And she was giving it to
him. That was the part she found truly amazing. She had no qualms in giving it
to him, to trusting him to care for her, to protect her.
    They stopped moving, and after a
pause, she felt him stoop to lay her on the thick comfort of a well-padded
mattress. She lay still, listening.
    She heard the sounds of him
undressing as she shifted against whatever bed she lay on. She wanted him
naked, wanted him taking her. She could hear him beside