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  Todd scrunched his eyes shut. “Yeah, shoulder length. Reddish brown. Real pretty.”

  “She’s to leave her hair down, then. I’ll bring the blindfold when I come. Make sure she puts it on and kneels then you can leave. And make sure the observation mirror is uncovered. I want to watch her squirm for a while, waiting for me.”

  Todd chuckled. “You’re a sadistic bastard, aren’t you?”

  “No, just cautious.”

  * * *

  Jason swallowed and shifted to relieve the strain against his zipper. She was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen. Luxurious auburn hair fell in soft waves down her back—not her shoulders like Todd had said. Soft black fabric hugged generous curves, covering enough to send his imagination into overdrive and his cock into serious distress. It was an alluring package and that made it difficult to focus on the details.

  Her nails were well groomed, her makeup understated. His gaze narrowed to her eyes. Green, or maybe blue-green. He’d have to ask Todd because he wouldn’t be seeing them again for a very long time—if at all. Red-tipped toenails peeked from sexy stilettos that practically screamed, “Fuck me now.”

  He punched the button beside the two-way mirror.

  “You’re kidding me, right?”

  Her sassy words, spoken in that sultry, sensual voice brought a smile to his lips. She tapped one sexy foot in a nervous gesture, and he added the tell to his memory bank, along with the tension in her shoulders and the tight lines along her jaw.

  “A blindfold?” She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared daggers at Todd. She might be submissive, but she wasn’t stupid. “What is he…a freak? Let me guess, he weighs five hundred pounds.” She paced away, giving him a good look at her magnificently shaped ass before she turned and continued her rant. “No. I’ve got it. He’s hideous, disfigured, maimed, and this is the only way he can get close to a woman. That’s it, isn’t it?”

  He smiled. She was melodramatic, but the passion beneath her outrage was something he would enjoy channeling in a different direction.

  “No. He’s none of that. Take my word for it—you won’t be disappointed in his physique, and you have nothing to fear from his touch. He’s a gentleman. He could have any woman he wants, but he wants you.”

  She stopped her fidgeting, placing her fisted hands on her hips, and studied Todd as if she could burrow into his mind and tell whether he spoke the truth. He waited with a patience Jason knew he didn’t have, especially with a submissive woman. At last, she stuck her hand out, palm up and wiggled her fingers.

  “Okay. Give me the blindfold. I’ll do it. But if he does anything weird, I’m out of here.” She looked directly at the two-way mirror. No dimwit—she knew he was there, watching her. “You got that?”

  He laughed. Oh, he got it all right. And so would she, soon. Very soon. Todd issued orders to her in a calm, authoritative voice, which she obeyed with a hint of defiance he admired. He didn’t want a weak woman, someone who would blindly follow without a thought for herself. He chuckled at the irony of his thoughts. That’s exactly what he was asking her to do, blindly trust him with everything she was. A thrill shot through his veins, hot and exciting, as she adjusted the blindfold and sank to her knees facing the mirror.

  Damn. He was tempted to go to her right then. But he had a plan, one he’d given a lot of thought to, and like stepping up to bat, timing was everything.

  He issued the instruction for her to stay put then joined him in the hallway. “What do you think?”

  “She’s going to be a challenge,” he said without taking his eyes off her kneeling form.

  “Yes, she is, but worth it. She’s eager but wary.”

  “Intelligent. You can see the wheels turning, even with the blindfold on. Look at the way she works her mouth. She’s thinking, assessing, worrying. Did you see that?” He pointed. “That twitch in her thighs? She’s anticipating, getting hornier by the moment.”

  “You’ve got a good eye.”

  “It’s a batter’s skill set. Works for catchers, too. You have to watch your pitcher very carefully, look for details. Finger placement, facial expressions, and subtle body language. I wish I could see her eyes, but for now, this will do. She’s a passionate woman. All that passion has to be expressed somewhere, and if she can’t tell me what she’s thinking with her eyes, she’ll use the rest of her body.”

  Todd nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know anyone more qualified to judge a person’s mood or intentions based on body language than you.”

  They watched her in silence for a few more minutes then he clapped Jason on the shoulder. “Gotta go. She’s all yours. Let me know how it works out.”

  “Will do, and thanks. I owe you.”

  “No problem. Maybe you can give me some tips on reading the pitcher. Maybe teach this old dog some new tricks.”

  “You got it, anytime.”

  Chapter Five

  She’d heard the term “mind fuck,” but it hadn’t held much meaning. Until now. Blindfolded and kneeling on the hard dungeon floor amidst enough torture devices to please a medieval Lord, she had nothing to do but wait and think. The experience had her brain opening doors she didn’t know existed. They were dark doors of longing and even darker doors behind which lurked self-doubt, trepidation and a healthy dose of fear. What was she doing here, waiting for an unknown man to come and claim her, body and soul? What kind of crazy person did such a thing? Despite Todd’s assurances, this person could be the worst sort of human being. A predator. A sociopath.

  Trust. That’s what this was about. Submission.

  The room was cool, but a bead of sweat trickled down her spine. The silence in the soundproofed room rang in her ears, and her knees ached—hell, everything ached in one way or another. Time became irrelevant. She tried counting her heartbeats to judge the time, but they proved erratic and inadequate for the purpose. He was fucking with her head—making her think about what she was doing, pushing against her barriers, testing her limits and her commitment to this path, and all without showing his face. Clever. If he knew to test her in this way from the start, what other means would he devise to get into her head once he got to know her?

  Could she do it? Could she place herself in the hands of a man she couldn’t see? She had assurances from people she trusted. Brooke’s words echoed in her mind. “He was masterful. His commands were clear, and his voice was kind.”

  She’d give anything to hear his voice right now, preferably telling her to stand. The ache in her knees had spread to her thighs and up the curve of her back. She rolled her shoulders, releasing some of the tension settled there. She flexed her hands, held at the small of her back, palms out. She would be sore tomorrow, and not for any good reason she could see. Her muscles sent frantic messages to her brain, urging her to forget this crazy idea and get the heck out of there. Did he have no compassion? What kind of Dom let his sub sit for hours on her knees, alone in total darkness and absolute silence? Couldn’t he have turned on some music? She was sick to death of listening to her own heartbeat. What good could come of this?

  Brooke’s words answered for her, “He didn’t spare me, but he knew when enough was enough.” Her pussy flooded, reminding her why she was here, and she renewed her resolve to see this first meeting through. The least she could do was hear him out, see if they could come to an amicable arrangement. Her heartbeat shifted to warp speed and her breath came in short, rapid bursts. Is this what he wanted, for her to imagine all the things he could do to her, all the things she wanted him to do to her? Her nipples tingled and each breath caused them to chafe against her dress. Soon, her aching breasts and the throbbing between her legs overrode the discomfort in her extremities and took over her thoughts.

  Enough was rapidly approaching enough when the scrape of a door opening startled her out of her erotic musings.

  * * *

  She was a magnificent creature. If she’d followed his instructions, she was naked beneath that swath of b
lack fabric that barely covered the essentials. Her nipples stretched the cloth like well placed buttons, announcing her arousal. Her auburn hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and gleamed in the strategic light. The room’s dark décor made her pale skin appear fragile as porcelain, but she was anything but. It took a strong woman to do what she was doing, and if she agreed to his terms, she would have both physical strength and courage.

  She knew she was on display, that he was using this time to assess her. How did she feel about that? How would she respond to being put on display for others? He wasn’t wild about the idea—what was his, was his. But if it achieved the right result, if it could serve a purpose beyond simply arousing her, then he would consider it.

  Watching her was a classic study in psychology, and he loved every minute of it. Though she did an excellent job of remaining still, emotions played across her face like storms across the prairie, fast and furious, one after another. Fear. Anger. Pain. Resignation. And, at last, the one he’d been waiting for. Desire.

  She was so much more than he’d ever hoped for. Screwing up was not an option. He was asking a lot from her by denying her sight. She hadn’t made a peep, and the silence coming through the intercom was deafening. She’d been on her knees for ten minutes, but it must seem like a lifetime to her. He closed his eyes and shut everything out, much the way he did on the field when the roar of the crowds threatened his ability to think. His job demanded total concentration, total focus on the ball, no matter whether he was crouched behind home plate or standing in the batter’s box.

  He took a moment, grounding himself in what she must be experiencing—well, as much as he could considering all manner of erotic sounds filtered from the common areas like a cheer through a megaphone, amplified and battering at his psyche. Amazing how much more difficult it was to tune this type of noise out. He sought and found an artificial silence. His thoughts turned inward to his needs, his desires, his doubts.

  While standing in the hallway, he could acknowledge his uncertainties, but once he walked inside the room, he couldn’t let any of them show. This woman needed his strength, his decisiveness, his command. He wanted to give it to her. He wanted to give her everything he was, and take everything she had to give. He wanted to possess her, to own her, and more importantly, he wanted to know her.

  Any woman strong enough to place herself in such a position had to be special. He wondered what she did in her outside life, but he wouldn’t go there—not yet, anyway. It wasn’t fair to ask her to share information if he wasn’t willing to reciprocate. Maybe one day, but not until there was a solid commitment between them. Only then could he expose himself up to the risk involved.

  Someone opened a door nearby. He snapped his attention back to the exquisite creature waiting for him. It was time to see if he could forge some sort of bond between them. See if her need matched his. He took a deep, centering breath, like he did before stepping into the batter’s box. With a slow exhale, he put his hand on the doorknob. Batter up.

  * * *

  She instinctively turned toward the sound of the opening door. A shiver ran down her spine. Oh God. He’s here. She’d passed the first test. He’d liked what he saw enough to take the next step. She quickly corrected her posture, hoping he hadn’t noticed the breach of conduct.

  The door clicked shut, sealing out the sudden burst of music that had accompanied his entrance. Her pussy throbbed in tandem with her racing pulse. The mind fuck had worked. She was horny and desperate, and with a little luck, he would be, too. Adrenaline kicked in, and giddiness was close on its heels, along with an insane desire to beg him to put her out of her misery.

  Heavy footsteps crossed the room toward her… but not quite. What was he doing? She recognized the scrape of curtain rings sliding on the rod. Relief flashed through her. At least no one else would be watching. Perhaps he had a modicum of compassion after all. She licked her dry lips and focused her remaining senses on the man in the room. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as his footsteps made a slow circle around her, pausing directly in front.

  He stood close enough she could feel heat radiating from his body. One hot fingertip touched her chin, lifting her face. She gasped at the first contact.

  Another digit, perhaps his thumb, stroked her jaw line, sending a bolt of heat to her pussy. So very tender. Did he like what he saw? Did he want her?

  “You’re beautiful, girl.”

  Oh God. That voice, like black velvet, smooth and warm with an edge. Brooke hadn’t come close to describing the sensual nature of his tone. His thumb stroked over her cheekbone, back along her jaw, and over her lips.

  “I like seeing you on your knees.” He backed away, and she dropped her chin back to her chest. “Ahh, so you do know something about being a sub. I’m impressed.”

  She tracked the sound of his footsteps, though she could barely hear them over the blood rushing past her ears. He stopped behind her, fingering her hair then moving lower over the curve of her ass. She shivered at his light touch.

  “So responsive,” he said in a low, seductive voice that lured her in, made her pussy gush with need. “I like that.”

  One large hand squeezed her butt cheek. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. It was all she could do not to press her ass into his hand in invitation. A heartbeat later, he jerked her dress up, baring her to his gaze.

  “You have a lovely ass, girl. I want to see more. Put your hands over your head.”

  She raised her arms, and in an instant, her dress was off. Heat prickled beneath her skin, and she knew from experience she’d gone into a full body blush. Mortifying. What would he think of a sub blushing from her toes to her ears?

  “Lace your fingers behind your head. I’ll want to see all of you.”

  She followed his orders, grateful to have something to do with her trembling hands.

  “You’re a particularly delicate shade of pink, my dear.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice. “I like it. Do you blush often?”

  Carrie licked her lips, struggling to form words.

  “Do that again, and I’ll give your tongue something much more interesting to lick. Now, answer me. Do you blush often?” No amusement, just his deep voice stroking her skin to a deeper shade of need. Any doubt about her effect on him was gone. He desired her. An insane burst of pride warmed her from the inside out.

  “Yes, Sir. I do.”

  He’d moved close enough his unique scent wafted to her nostrils. He smelled of summer afternoons outdoors and beneath that, raw, elemental male. The combination called to everything feminine within her. Chemistry. People talked about it, but only in vague terms, and now she knew why. There were no words to describe how her body responded to his. It was primal. Essential. Somehow, she knew seeing him wouldn’t change anything between them.

  “I’m pleased to hear it. I’ll make it my mission to bring this about as often as possible if you choose to engage in this relationship.”

  Choose to engage in the relationship? There was no choice. Her body had already made the commitment.

  Blunt fingers brushed across both nipples at once, and she whimpered. It was all she could do to remain still then his fingertips closed tightly over the twin nubs, pinching hard. She hissed in a sharp breath, absorbing the bite of pain. He gave a rough tug and desire flooded her pussy.

  “Your body pleases me very much.” He released her nipples, pressing warm palms against them, massaging her breasts with strong fingers. “Tell me, are your knees hurting?”

  “Yes, Sir.” But I’ll stay here forever as long as you continue touching me.

  “I’m going to help you stand. Keep your hands behind your head.” He wrapped his hands around her waist from behind and lifted her. “Spread you feet wide.”

  She shuffled her feet, only to have him kick them farther apart while still supporting her at her waist. One hand remained there, while the other trailed across her hip. She held her breath as one finger slid toward the cleft of her but
tocks.

  “Relax.” He paused in his exploration until her shoulders dropped and she let out her breath. “Breathe, girl. Your body is mine, or it will be soon. I’ll know all of it in much more intimate detail than this.”

  His finger parted her, pausing to test the tight ring of muscles hidden there. She struggled to breathe.

  “Has anyone had you here?” he asked.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Never?”

  “Never, Sir.”

  “Your choice, or theirs?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t have much experience, Sir.” That was an understatement if she ever heard one.

  His finger massaged her anus, making it almost impossible to think. “Tell me. How many lovers have you had?”

  She swallowed hard. Oh God. If she told the truth, he would probably send her home right now. His hand left her ass, only to return a second later. This time, he pressed his wet finger harder against her. As he breached the tight ring, she gasped. Her knees buckled.

  The hand at her waist wrapped around her, securing her hip against his groin, and all the while, his fingertip remained imbedded inside her. His erection ground against her hipbone, and desire swirled low in her belly.

  “The truth, girl. Never lie to me. Ever,” he growled in her ear. “I don’t care if it’s one lover or one hundred. You’re mine now, and I need the information in order to plan our time together.”

  Her inexperience must be obvious to him, so no use lying. “Only two, Sir. But I haven’t had a lover in over a year if you don’t count the few times I’ve played with Brooke and her master.”

  “Thank you for your honesty.” His calm voice put her at ease. He extricated his finger from her ass, taking care to soothe her with a gentle caress afterwards. “Can you stand on your own now?”