or taming the out-of-control fire that leapt into her eyes when she wanted to argue then changed to a softened acceptance as she complied with his orders, had gotten to him. He was bending more than a few rules by having her come to him after-hours so he could satisfy the ache in his balls and the Dominant spirit that needed to play just a little, but they both needed this time together, no matter how forbidden it might be.
He patted his pockets as he headed down the hall to the back door. He had his keys, his phone, and a handheld scanner, just in case. The new toys he had bought his little kitten waited in his truck along with several blankets. The piece of plywood he had spent yesterday fitting to the bed of his pickup for tonight’s playtime would be too hard on her back if he did not used them as padding.
He crossed the parking lot quickly, trying to keep to the shadows just in case anyone upstairs was looking out, though he doubted they would question his roaming. He was always out walking the parking lot, walking the building, unable to sit still for very long. He would rather be outside than in watching television, unless the Redskins were playing, and football season was over.
At his truck, he quickly padded the wood before securing the lengths of chain to the tie-downs in his truck bed and laid out the new toys he had bought. As he finished, a car engine gently broke the near silence of the night. He climbed out of the truck bed and walked the short distance between where he had parked that morning and where Blaze now pulled in.
As soon as she climbed from the driver’s seat and closed the door, he grabbed her, pulled her to his chest, and kissed her hard. As soon as his arms wrapped around her, something inside his chest settled, and he felt like he could stay right here, kissing her for a month or two, and the rest of the town, could go to hell.
* * * *
Blaze stiffened for a moment when a man in dark clothes and a baseball cap grabbed her, but as his lips covered hers, his scent surrounded her, and she relaxed. Andy. Master Z. The man who was taking over her mind and body while battering down the walls that she had carefully constructed around her heart.
He did not release her until they were both panting, and only then partway. Setting her back on her feet, he kept one arm securely wrapped around her shoulders as he guided her to a nearby pickup truck that she recognized through the dim light as his. He did not release her until they stood next to the back where she noticed the gate was down.
“It’s a warm night, isn’t it?” he asked, sounding intense and yet too casual for her comfort.
A shiver of excitement raced through her. They were alone, and it was late enough for no one to be around, and she knew, just knew with absolute certainty that he had something devilish up his sleeve.
“Yes, it is warm,” she responded carefully.
“Too warm for that heavy coat you’re wearing. Take it off.”
She hesitated a moment, and then reached down and began to slip the buttons through their holes. Not sure what to expect, she had only buttoned it to midthigh. As she worked the buttons free, he knelt before her, and she felt him secure fur-lined cuffs around her ankles before he straightened again.
When she reached the top button between her breasts, she hesitated, but a look into his face had her slip the last one before shrugging it off. He caught it before it dropped to the ground and tossed it over one side of the truck bed.
“Wrists,” he said, holding out one palm.
With only a heartbeat’s hesitation, Blaze laid both wrists across his palm. She watched as he quickly wrapped cuffs around them as well. Then he stepped back.
“Damn, that is a beautiful sight, kitten,” he said with a grin as he traced a finger along the top of her thong. “Now, get that sexy ass in the truck, on your back, with your knees to your chest.”
Hearing a car drive by on the road a couple hundred yards away,
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