Free A Shot in the Dark by Christine D'Abo Page B

Carter was easier this time. Whether it was from the expression on his face as his gaze slipped down her body, or the way he relaxed as she spread out on the mattress, arms above her head near the headboard, only to be rewarded with a soft growl, Paige wasn’t sure.
    “How could anyone…?” Carter snapped his mouth shut and moved to wrap the scarf around her wrists. “Let me know if this gets too tight.”
    “I will.”
    “I mean it. I don’t want you feeling any discomfort that I’m not expressly giving you. You’re in control here, Paige. Never forget that.”
    Once he’d finished the knot, he placed the ends of the scarf in her hands. She thumbed the binding. The knot was loose given he’d used silk. If she didn’t struggle too much, it shouldn’t be a problem.
    Carter yanked his shirt off and let his pants fall to the floor. He stood there in his boxers, prominent erection tenting the front.
    “Someday I would love to gag you. I hope that’s not a hard limit for you.” He leaned forward and draped the second scarf across her mouth, letting the soft material tease her as he trailed it over her face. “There’s something sexy about the moans a woman makes when she’s gagged. Begging without words, using your whole body, and I have to figure out exactly what you want. Not today, though. Right now I want to hear every sound. I want you to scream and beg and moan until your throat is raw.”
    He moved the scarf down to brush the peak of her left nipple. The silk caught on the tip, causing goose bumps to rise down her arm and over her chest. Paige bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting to give in to what he wanted yet.
    “I could kill you with kindness if I wanted. Have you ever had someone tease your body to the point where you want to come, but you can’t? That orgasm is a hair’s breadth out of reach for long enough that you think your body is going to explode or you’ll die from the denial? Because when you do come, it’s like your whole world has been rewritten.”
    Paige couldn’t stop either the full body shudder or the moan he wrenched from her when he pinched her nipple. She scissored her legs and bucked her hips up, trying to get him to touch her where she knew he wouldn’t. Not for some time.
    Carter slapped the side of her thigh. “Settle down. I’m not ready for that yet and neither are you.”
    The sting was like a hot balm on sore muscles after a ten-kilometer run. It helped settle both her body and her mind, pulling her back into herself until she focused on nothing but Carter.
    She could tell he was watching her carefully, evaluating every move, moan and sigh she made. Canting her hips, she hoped to encourage him into action. He narrowed his gaze, evaluating what she needed. Paige bucked her hips again, hoping he would understand even when she didn’t.
    Paige was surprised when he reached in and slipped the silk scarf beneath her leg, to tie it high up her thigh, where the limb met her body. The material was constricting, applying pressure in a way she wasn’t used to. Shifting on the bed caused it to pull hard, chafing the skin and putting in her hands all the control over how much or little she wanted the pain to be.
    With a sigh, she relaxed into the mattress and let herself float.
    He understood.
    “There is so much I want to show you.” His fingers teased her nipples, pinching and twisting the skin. “Can I, Paige?”
    The sting of his forefingers on her nipple was a blessed relief, as was the thrust of his fingers into her cunt. Rick had never done this for her, turned her on until she questioned her sanity. Carter could take her higher if she let go and trusted him.
    With a groan, she made sure he knew he had her full attention. “Yes.”
    Much as he had back at the club, an expression of awe and respect echoed over him, before the control of his Dom self wiped the emotions from his face. “Don’t move. I need to get a few things.”
    He coiled the silk scarf on her