Free Dark Attraction: The Corde Noire Series by Alexandrea Weis Page A

man knocks on my door. I should have my head examined.”
    Ignoring the mist, Sam barged through her bedroom door. Trotting across the hardwood floor, she reached for her front doorknob.
    “Why wasn’t your door locked?” Doug scolded as soon as he saw her.
    Still wearing his slightly rumpled blue suit, he held an open bottle of white wine in his hand.
    “I knew you were coming over, so I didn’t lock the door.”
    He came inside, scowling. “From now on, always keep your door locked.”
    “Why are you so obsessed with me locking my door?”
    Doug brushed past her. “Because I can’t have anything happening to you.”
    Shutting the door, she whispered, “Yes, sir.” 
    He stopped behind her. “I heard that. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t do it again.” 
    The anger in his voice was unexpected. By the time she turned to confront him, he was already in her kitchen, searching her cabinets.
    Approaching the bar, Sam curiously noted his hurried movements, and the way his suit clung to his muscular frame.
    Retrieving a single wineglass from her cabinet, he filled it with the pale yellow wine. “I want you to drink this.”
    She eased around the bar. “What about you?” 
    “I don’t need it. You do.” He held up the glass to her. “Drink it all down.”
    “You want me to chug the wine?”
    He shoved the glass at her. “Yes. It will help relax you.”
    She took the glass from him. “Why do I need to relax?”
    “Because I can’t fuck you to get you to relax, so this is the next best thing.”
    After bobbing the glass in her trembling hands, Sam quickly drank back the wine.
    After she emptied the wineglass, he refilled it. “Tonight, we’re going to see how you do with being tied up.”
    “Are you going to hang me from the ceiling?”
    “No.” He set the wine bottle on the countertop. “I promise it will not be anything you can’t handle.”
    “Why do you want to tie me up? What purpose can that serve?”
    “It serves my purpose.” He pointed to the glass in her hands. “Now drink.”
    While he removed the yellow tie from around his neck, she eased back a few more gulps. Taking the glass from her, he pointed to the hallway that led to her bedroom. “In there. I want you on the bed.”
    With butterflies swarming in her stomach, Sam headed for her bedroom. At the door, she glanced back at him.
    “Go and sit on the bed,” he directed
    “Just sit?”
    “Why? What else did you have in mind?”
    She ignored him and kicked off her tennis shoes. Sitting down on the bed, she placed her hands in her lap and kept her eyes on the floor, afraid to look at him.
    “This is an exercise to see how well you follow instructions.” His blue suit jacket landed on the bed next to her. “If you can’t follow my instructions, I will punish you.” He lifted her hands. “Hold them up.”
    Sam’s stomach twisted as he cinched the yellow tie around her wrists, tightly binding them together. “Lie back. Close your eyes.”
    Closing her eyes, the trickle of excitement she had felt since meeting him at the door began to skyrocket out of control.
    The bed sank next to her and she could hear the rustle of his clothing close to her ear. “You are to lie perfectly still. No matter what I do, you can’t move. Do you understand?”  
    Her throat suddenly dry, she nodded. Sam could smell his cologne as he came closer, and then his shirt tickled her arm. He rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed the muscle. She flinched as his hand moved upward. When he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her crotch, she gasped.
    “You have to trust my touch. I should be able to touch you anywhere, and you will enjoy it.”
    His hand pressed deeper into her crotch, and she was about to protest when he kissed her hard on the lips.
    This time his kiss was insistent, forcing her mouth open, letting his tongue touch hers. While he kissed her, he kept pressing his hand into her crotch. Her resistance was melting, and