I had plans. I was going to go slow. Seduce him instead of scaring him away. With all the tricks I’d learned over the years and a few I’d read about but never tried, I was going to get him so addicted to my touch that he’d be willing to give me whatever I wanted.
How’s that going for you?
My plan for the seduction of Miller Day was shredded in the front seat of his reliable Hyundai. He made me pull over, climbed on top of me and dared me to take what I wanted.
I’m giving you permission to tie me down.
Somehow the tables have turned and I’m the one being seduced. I’m not sure I’ll survive the night.
I manage to get us back into the house without the neighborhood watch showing up to interrogate us, which is good because I can’t concentrate on anything but the man beside me. The virgin who calmly told me where I could find a bungee cord.
Jesus, I need to get ahold of myself.
Miller is already upstairs. Waiting. His shirt is flung on the bottom step carelessly and I pick it up, knowing he wouldn’t like finding it on the floor later.
What’s happening to you, man? Next thing you know you’ll be using coasters. Was the blowjob that good?
It was better.
When Miller decides to do something, there’s no halfway about it. I should have known, and most of me is celebrating that fact with mental fireworks and parades, but there’s another part of me that worries we might be going too fast.
I’ve fucked this up before. Taken more than he was ready to give. What if I do it again?
I walk through the kitchen to the garage door in a daze.
“Bungee cord,” I mutter, reaching for my phone in desperation.
Me: I need a cricket.
Royal: Big damn cricket at your service. Thought I wouldn’t hear from you for a while.
Me: Desperado. Too soon?
Royal and I have been with women all over the world, and they all have their own special kinks, so we created a code. Desperado means she likes rope and wants to be tied up, so I think he’ll understand the question.
Royal: I shouldn’t know this. Should I know this?
Me: Probably not. Tell me anyway.
Royal: JD says if he asked for it, go to town.
Me: Even if…
Royal: I told him he was a control freak with no experience. He says it makes sense. It might relax him.
Tying him up might relax him? I’m not sure if that’s right, but I really fucking want it to be. JD is an advice columnist—that means I have to take his advice, right?
Tell me I’m right.
Me: Roger that. Why aren’t you with Austen, where I left you? Was that kiss the end of the date?
There’s a pause.
Royal: This is JD. Thank you so much for the info. I have to make a few phone calls to everyone I know now.
Me: Shit. If you see this, Royal, I’m sorry.
I turn off my phone, stuff it in my pocket and search for the bungee cord, cursing myself for ruining Royal’s night.
Then I think about Miller and the roadside BJ again. Was that another way for him to control the situation? So he could have what he wanted, take a test run on his desires without being able to go too far?
We went far enough to make me insane, I think wryly as I find the bundle of bungee cords and work one free, testing the give. This will do for his first time.
His first time.
“It should be whatever we want it to be.”
I don’t know if I’m taking him at his word because it’s the right thing to do or because I want it too much to deny him. Either way, I’ll make sure he doesn’t regret it.
When I get to his bedroom door, Miller is naked and reclining on pillows in the middle of his bed. One hand is stroking his cock and the other is caressing the inside of his thigh. Lube and condoms are scattered on the pillow beside him.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
“Are you complaining?” Miller’s smile is mischievous, as if he’s just discovered his appeal and he wants to see how far he can push it.
All the way.
But he doesn’t get to know that yet. Not until I get him on the same desperate page.
I walk over to stand by the side of the bed and drop the blue cord beside him.
When he sees it, he licks his lips as his eyes flicker from hazel to gold. “I know they weren’t that hard to find. What took you so long?”
“You are not going to rush this.” I tug my shirt off over my head. “You asked me to tie you to this bed, which means you trust me and know I’d never do anything to hurt you.”