Free Deep Surrendering: Episode Four by Chelsea M. Cameron

upward into his. “Then give it to me.”
    For a moment, I thought he was going to take me right there, up against the wall outside his bedroom, but then he smiled slowly and kissed the tip of my nose.
    “Later, maybe.”
    And then the bastard walked into the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    I stood there for a second. Holy. Shit. Fin still managed to twist me all up inside. It was torture. I wished I could do the same to him, but he was so much better at it than I was. He’d had more practice at flirting and being sexy.
    Peeling my spine off the wall, I set my shoulders back and tried to act casual as I entered the bedroom again. He sat on the bed, watching the movie. No big deal.
    I slowed my walk and stretched my arms over my head, sighing as I stretched. Two could play at this game. I locked my arms behind my back and thrust my chest out. Yeah, I was being obvious. I rolled my head on my neck and sighed again before climbing into bed, purposefully leaving space between Fin and I.
    I curled on my side, leaving my backside toward him. I could feel his eyes on me, even if I couldn’t see him.
    This would be easier if I had pajamas on. I got up again and went to grab my overnight bag. Oh, I was going to get his damn attention.
    Stripping off my shirt ever so slowly, I folded it up and stood there in my bra for a moment. Fin shifted on the bed, and I hoped my undressing was the cause.
    I swiveled my hips and kept stretching. I’d chosen my bra carefully, for maximum sexy affect. It was definitely working. Fin got off the bed and I turned my back to him. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me back against him.
    “You are trying to destroy me.”
    “Nope. Just stretching. And it was hot in here. It’s not my fault if you can’t resist my feminine charms.” Such as they were.
    His fingers dug into my skin and reminded me of last night. I was still tender, but I wanted him again like that. Wanted this last night with him to leave a lasting impression on my mind and my body.
    “I’m not sure if I want to watch the rest of the movie right now,” he said in my ear.
    “Me neither. Even though I adore Tom Hanks.”
    His hands moved lower, around my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my jeans.
    “Screw Tom Hanks,” he said, a little bit of growl in his voice.
    “I’d like to.”
    “No. The only one you’re screwing tonight is me.” He turned me around and looked at me. “I think it’s time for your surprise.” Turning off the movie, he led me to the bed and made me sit down on the edge.
    “Remember your safeword. Don’t be afraid to use it.” He flicked on the enchanted light, and I knew I was about to spend a while with my dark prince. I nodded and waited as he went to his closet and emerged with something in his hands.
    The blindfold that had fallen out of the drawer a few days ago. I wondered if he would ever use it on me.
    “Turn your head.” I did, and he tied it around my eyes. “How many fingers?”
    “Two,” I guessed.
    “What am I doing right now?”
    “I don’t know. I can’t see.”
    “Good.” His feet padded across the floor again. This time when he came back, I jumped when he touched my shoulder.
    “Stand up and undress yourself. Please.” The “please” was almost snarky. I smiled at him and complied, pulling off my shirt, being careful not to disturb the blindfold.
    I wanted to wrap my arms around myself when I disrobed, but I didn’t.
    “You know that I like control, but I also like having the upper hand. Right now, I can see you and you can’t see me. But really, Marisol, you’re the one who’s going to benefit here. Without your sight to cloud your experience, your other senses will be heightened. It makes the experience so much more … visceral. Or so I’ve been told.”
    So he’d never been blindfolded? Interesting. Maybe that was something we could try when he came back. I’d started building up a list of fantasies. Or