TheOneandOnly by Tori Carson

ago. Now that her arms were tied and the vibrations and slide
of the rope had stopped, her brain was beginning to function again.
    A smile softened his features as he stroked his thumb across
her cheek.
    “Got it. Seafood. I hope you never need to use it but I
promise to remember and respect it.” He gave her a light kiss on the lips
before he stood and quickly tied another piece around the corner post of his
bed.
    Her arm was slightly elevated and the sway of the rope sent
a shiver through her. She wrapped her hand around the rope and held on. She had
no idea what he had in mind, but she willingly put herself into his hands.
    “Is that too tight?”
    “No.” He’d run his finger between her and the rope. It was
secure, but not pinching.
    Sean leaned in and kissed her before he stood and walked
around to the other side of his huge bed. “This time Steven won’t rescue you.
This time, I have you all to myself and I’m going to bury my cock balls-deep
inside your pussy while I make hot, passionate love to you.”
    Sean pulled another piece of rope from her torso and wrapped
it around the other corner post. He kept his movements quick and minimized the
rope’s travel. Once her arms were restrained, he sat down on the bed. “This is
a view I want to see over and over again. You’re so beautiful, Michelle. Thank
you for trusting me.”
    His words and the look in his eyes made her wonder if maybe
love was something more than lust on steroids.
    Running his hand down the center of her chest, he lightly
caressed the sides of her breasts. “Trust should never be given lightly,
Michelle. You’re a very cautious woman, as you should be, and yet you let me restrain
you. Whether you want to admit it or not, you feel the same pull toward me that
I do for you. Otherwise you would never have put yourself in such a vulnerable
position.”
    He was right. She overthought everything down to which
toilet paper was better for the environment. There was a strange, undeniable
attraction between them that she prayed wouldn’t end in heartbreak.
    “Close your eyes for me. I know you’re afraid to be
blindfolded and I don’t intend to break your trust, but I do want you to focus
on what you’re feeling, on each individual sensation. Will you do that for me?”
    “Yes. I’ll try.”
    “Good girl. You have a gorgeous body, Michelle.” He ran his
finger along her bottom lip. “Last night, I dreamed about this talented mouth
of yours. Your gift to me yesterday was unexpected and fucking hot. You stole
my control.”
    She almost opened her eyes and only remembered at the last
second to keep them closed. “I want to do it again. And often.”
    “There’s something else I’d like to see here sometime.” His
finger teased her lip. “Do you know what that would be?” His voice was smooth
and seductive. She could listen to him for all time. As he talked to her, he
lightly skimmed his hands over her skin, lighting her nerve endings on fire.
    “No.” Several ideas came to mind, but she couldn’t bring
herself to speak any of them aloud.
    “Have you read about a ball gag?” He drew his finger across
the path the straps would take.
    Michelle nodded. “Yes. Different kinds.” She shook her head.
“Scary.”
    “Controlling,” he corrected. “Imagine if you couldn’t
scream, couldn’t speak your safeword and had to rely on a gesture. Think about
the trust you’d have to have for your Dom.” Sean leaned down and kissed her,
invading her mouth with his tongue, a teasing dance that left them both needing
more. “I want your trust, Michelle.”
    Sean rested his hand along her throat and stroked her jaw
with his thumb, slow and easy. “Are you curious, Michelle? Do you wonder what
the feel of the straps pulling along your cheeks would feel like?”
    She nodded. “Yes.” She was curious but afraid. Michelle felt
him straighten something along the edge of her neck and chest and remembered
the collar he’d bought for her. She