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by J. S. Cooper

  “Once you’ve taken your shirt off, go and get me one of the chairs from your dining room.” I barely looked at him. Instead I concentrated on brushing my hair. I wanted to look sexy, but I also wanted to make sure that my hair didn’t start frizzing.

  “A chair?” He frowned in confusion as he repeated what I’d told him to get.

  “You speak English, yes?” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and folded my arms across my chest. My heart was racing as I prepared myself mentally for what I was going to do next.

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll get you a chair.” He threw his shirt to the ground and stood there in front of me with a chest of muscle and steel.

  “Stat!” I barked.

  “What are you, a dominatrix?” he asked me with a grin as he walked away. I didn’t respond to his comments. In all honesty, I had no idea what I was doing and was making it up on the spot. He walked back with the chair and looked at me with a questioning face. “Where would you like me to put it?”

  “Right next to me.”

  He placed the chair next to me and grinned. “What’s next? A lap dance?” he asked me softly, and I could see the excitement in his eyes as he took a seat on the chair.

  “Did I say you could sit there?” I frowned as I grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

  “No, but I . . .”

  “You what?” I smiled at him as his voice trailed off. His eyes were concentrated on my fingers that were lightly squeezing his cock through his briefs.

  “Strip tease. Lap dance. You on chair.” He groaned as I tugged on his cock slightly. “I mean me on chair with you rubbing up and down.” He grabbed my arm as I pulled away from his cock. “Don’t stop,” he groaned as he looked at me.

  “I’ll stop if I want.” I smiled and looked back at him. “Now get on your knees.”

  “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” He laughed and then knelt down as I stared at him, unspeaking. “I’ve never seen this side of you before. I like a dominant Bianca.”

  “Don’t tell me you thought I was shy and passive, like some sort of English rose?”

  “I don’t think anyone has made that mistake before, have they?” He laughed up at me, his eyes sparkling. “You’re way too prickly to be a rose, though I suppose they do have thorns, don’t they?”

  “You’re not making this easier on yourself,” I said with a smile, and knelt down next to him. “Lie back. Flat on the ground,” I said seductively as I straddled him.

  “So I am getting a lap dance?” He lay flat on his back and he groaned as I moved back and forth on his hardness.

  “Nope.” I giggled as I leaned forward and grabbed his left hand and the other side of the handcuff. I quickly placed the cuff around the leg of the coffee table and jumped up. “Not right now, big boy.”

  “What are you doing?” He looked disappointed as he stared up at me, and I watched as he tried to move his left arm. “You’re not going to leave me handcuffed to my coffee table, are you?”

  “Not forever.” I laughed.

  “Bianca.” He frowned, more agitated now.

  “Don’t you trust me, Jakob?” I teased him.

  “Where are you going?” Jakob’s voice was throaty, and I almost laughed at the despair in his tone.

  “I’m just going to sit down.” I grinned at him as I sat down in the chair he’d brought into the room.

  “I wish you’d sit on me.”

  “I’m sure you do.”

  “You could even sit on my face, if you wanted to.” He licked his lips slowly and deliberately. “That would be a nice treat for both of us.”

  “Yes, it would be, but it’s not going to happen.” I settled myself back on the chair and smoothed my skirt across my thighs.

  “What are you doing?” Jakob’s eyes narrowed as he watched me crossing my legs.

  “Tell me if you recognize these lines,” I said softly, and looked him in the eyes. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and then started talking. “What’s your new book about?” I said in a deep voice, channeling my inner Michael Douglas. Jakob’s expression became extremely confused, and I knew he had no idea what I was doing, but that didn’t stop me from continuing. I was imagining myself as Sharon Stone: sexy, confident, and very much in charge. “A detective. He falls for the wrong woman,” I said sexily, letting myself completely assume the role of the extremely sexual and confident femme fatale.

  “Uhm, Bianca.” Jakob started laughing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Is this your way of telling me that you have multiple personality disorder?”

  “What?” I giggled and then did the only thing I could think of next. I lifted my right leg off my knee and spread my legs wide so that Jakob could see I had no underwear on.

  “Oh,” he said huskily as he swallowed. I could see him trying to move his arm away from the table. “Basic Instinct.”

  “Of course you know it now,” I said, and licked my lips slowly.

  “Do it again?”

  “What? The lines?” I said, feigning ignorance as to what he was asking me.

  “No.” He shook his head and groaned, his eyes never leaving my crotch area. “Flash me.”

  “Flash you?” I asked softly as I sat there and tapped my fingers against my leg. “Is that a command?”

  “It’s whatever you want it to be, baby.”

  “I think I’m the one in charge here.” I stood up. “Don’t you?”

  “Bianca?” Jakob sounded confused as I left the room, and I grinned as I walked into his bedroom and opened his closet. I needed a blindfold, and I didn’t have any of my scarves with me. I looked through his clothes and saw some ties, but they all looked too thin. I grinned as I saw a neat stack of scarves in the top-right corner of his closet. I grabbed a woolly black scarf and hurried back to the room where Jakob was staring at me woefully.

  “You didn’t think I was going to leave you tied up to the table, did you?” I teased him. “Who doesn’t trust who now?”

  “That wasn’t my worry.” He grinned. “I was scared you were going to leave me here with my hard-on and no release.”

  “Well I can’t do that, can I?” I laughed and kneeled down next to him. “I’m going to blindfold you, okay?”

  “A blindfold?” he asked, his smile growing wider.

  “I’m a kinky bitch, what can I say?”

  “If I called you a kinky bitch, you’d slap me.” He laughed. “So right now, I’m just going to go with the flow.”

  “That always works.” I knotted the scarf so that it wouldn’t slide down his face and stood back and admired my handiwork.

  “Jakob, what are you doing?” I stared at him as he wiggled his nose against the soft material of the blindfold.

  “Remember when we were on the island?” he asked softly. “You told me to wiggle my nose to get the blindfold off.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I laughed. “I forgot about that.”

  “I never forgot,” he said softly. “I’ve wondered many times how you knew so much about blindfolds.”

  “Really, Jakob?” I laughed and pushed him back to the ground, before slowly sitting on his lap. I moved back and forth on his hardness and grinned in satisfaction as he groaned.

  “I just wonder if you’re not telling me something,” he muttered as one of his hands grabbed my hip.

  “You mean, like I’m a secret dominatrix?” I said as I leaned forward and pinched his nipples.

  “Ow,” he grunted, but he didn’t tell me to stop. “Is that your confirmation?”

  “You wish.” I laughed.

  “I don’t know that I wish that,” he said smoothly, his voice seducing me, even though I was the one in charge. “But I was wondering if you have a secret kinky side.”

  “Hmm.” I leaned forward and sucked on his right nipple, gently tugging on it. “Maybe I do. And maybe it’s not really a secret.”

  “Bianca,” he groaned, and I heard the rattling of the handcuffs as he tried to move his other arm.

  �
��Yes, Jakob?”

  “You’re killing me.” He groaned.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling anything but sorry, and moved up to kiss his lips. “And I know about blindfolds because I’m a bit of a sexual expert,” I said against his lips. “I once wrote an article for Playboy about the ten sexiest movies ever made, and I had to watch a lot of almost-porn.”

  “You just get sexier.” He sucked on my lower lip. “Anytime you want to write another article for Playboy, just let me know. Shit, even better if it’s for Hustler.” He groaned.

  “You wish. And Playboy didn’t even publish the article.” I laughed and shook my head. “I ended up publishing it myself on a movie blog and got over ten thousand views. A lot of college guys were posting the link to the article on Facebook because they loved this one clip I showed from this seriously sexy French film. It made me more than a thousand dollars.” I smiled as I remembered how happy I’d been that month.

  “French films are deliciously risqué. The French are not ashamed of their bodies or sex,” Jakob said.

  “I know. The movie was so hot.” I laughed and ran my hands along his jawline. “It was about this girl that was sleeping with her best friend’s dad while she was actually dating the brother.”

  “Whoa, what?” he said, his voice shocked.

  “She was dating the best friend’s brother and then started hooking up with the best friend’s dad, who was also into candle play and spanking. And he brought her into his secret world of sex clubs and swapping and stuff.”

  “Sounds kinky.”

  “Oh, it was,” I said softly, and ran my fingers across my breasts.

  “Maybe we can watch it together sometime.”

  “Maybe.” I laughed and then groaned. “I’m never going to write for the New York Times, am I? Not while reviewing almost-porn movies about girls hooking up with their best friend’s dad.”

  “You can be whatever you want to be, Bianca London,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “And trust me, most art house movies are porn in disguise, so you’re well on your way to the top.”

  “Right now, there’s only one thing I want to be on top of. And that is you.”

  “Right now, all I want is for you to be the woman riding me. I’m ready for a gallop.” He moved beneath me. “I’m ready to go all night long.”

  “You’re always ready to go all night long,” I said, and repositioned myself on top of him, his hardness planted firmly between my legs.

  “Yeah, you can be the rider tonight, and maybe tomorrow I can be the cowboy.”

  “Cowboy?”

  “I’m good with ropes, remember?” He smiled up at me. “I wouldn’t mind showing you some of my tricks to thank you for your riding lesson tonight.”

  “Tomorrow is the masquerade ball,” I said out of nowhere. “I can’t believe it is here already. I’m a little scared of what’s going to happen.”

  “It’s the annual Bradley Ball.” Jakob shrugged, though his eyes never left my face. “It’s innocent enough. I’m surprised that you agreed to go.”

  “Steve and Rosie want us to go. They want me to meet someone. I told them I’m not going anywhere without you.” I stared at him intensely. “You know I wouldn’t go without you, right? You know that I trust you implicitly, no matter how stupid my actions may be sometimes. I trust you with my life.”

  His hands stilled on my hips, and his expression grew cold. “I don’t want to hear you saying things like that. Your life is not in danger.”

  “It felt like it was when I was with Rosie and Steve,” I said quietly, still remembering the dread that had filled me.

  “And you’re just now telling me this?” he said angrily.

  “I didn’t know how to bring it up.” I made a move to undo his blindfold, and he grunted.

  “Not yet.” He shook his head. “Fuck me first, and then we’ll talk.”

  “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?”

  “I think I’m the guy that’s driving you crazy. I think I’m the guy that needs to feel you rocking your hips back and forth as you bounce up and down on my hard cock like some sexy cowgirl. I think you’re the girl that’s going to scream out as you orgasm in ecstasy.”

  “You really have this sexy talk down, don’t you?” I groaned as I got back onto his lap and rubbed myself on his hardness.

  “You have the sexy moves and I have the sexy talk.” He grunted. “I told you we were a perfect match.” His voice was raspy, and I could feel his body tensing as I reached down and positioned his cock between my legs. I started moving back and forth so that the tip of his cock was rubbing my clit and I could feel my juices wetting him. “You’re so sexy, Bianca.” He groaned, and I looked down at his blindfolded face with a smile on my face. His jawline looked chiseled, and he was sporting an afternoon shadow. I reached down and ran my fingers across the soft bristles on his jaw and then leaned down and kissed him on the lips hard. I moved back slowly and I felt his cock inching inside of me at the same time that I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I brushed my breasts back and forth on his chest, enjoying the feel of his chest hair against my nipples. I moved my body up and brushed my nipples across his lips, and I laughed as he tried to lick and suck on them. However, I moved back down quickly, and he groaned.

  “You’re a tease.” He groaned as his cock slipped out of me, and I continued moving back and forth on him. I was driving us both crazy with my moves.

  “No such thing as a tease that gives you what you want,” I said, and moved back on him roughly, grabbing his hardness and guiding him inside of me, before I started moving up and down on him in a rotating motion. I could hear Jakob breathing deeply beneath me, and he started moving his hips in a circular motion in time with my body. I could see the vein in his throat pulsating, and his hands were clenched as he climbed the mountain with me.

  “Don’t stop,” he muttered as I slowed my movements, and I heard the clinking of metal against the table as he tried to move his hand. “Bianca, undo the handcuff.”

  “Why?” I said throatily, my vision blurring as my orgasm was reaching breaking point. I increased my speed again, and I felt the length of his cock sliding in and out of me smoothly.

  “Because I want to hold on to you so that you don’t ever stop whatever you’re doing now,” he said, his voice gruff and hoarse, as if he were having trouble keeping control. “Bianca,” he groaned, and the sound of his voice took me over the edge.

  “Jakob!” I screamed. I thrust my hips back and forth as I came diving off the mountain and into the cool calm sea below. “Jakob,” I screamed again as I rotated my hips on top of him, and I felt him explode. Leaning forward I rubbed my breasts against his chest as I climaxed on top of him.

  “That’s my name,” he said smugly a few seconds later, and when I looked up at his face, his bright blue eyes were gazing at me with love and desire.

  “You got it off.”

  “You taught me well,” he said with a wink, and I laughed as I leaned up and kissed him hard.

  “I’m glad you acknowledge my prowess,” I said as I removed the blindfold from his face completely and caressed his cheeks. “It’s time you realized who holds the power in this relationship.”

  “You hold the power?” He grinned up at me and I could tell he was trying to stop laughing.

  “Don’t I?” I pushed my finger into his mouth, and he sucked on it eagerly.

  “Do you?” he said with a smirk, and he yanked his arm hard. The next thing I knew, his hand was on my hip.

  “What?” I stared down at him, gaping. “How did you get out of the handcuff?”

  “This isn’t my first time at the rodeo.” He winked again, and I frowned as I made to get up off him. He grabbed my waist and rolled me over so that I was on the floor and he was on top. “I don’t mean being tied up to a table with a sexy naked woman on top of me,” he said as he pinned my arms to the floor and smirked down at me.

  “Then what rodeo are you talking about
?” I said sulkily, not wanting to think of him with another woman.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said, and leaned down and kissed my lips. “It doesn’t even matter. The only thing that matters is you and me and how you make me feel like the most powerful man in the world.”

  “Really?”

  “If I can make you scream and come like that, then hell yeah.” He kissed down my neck. “You make me feel like Bassanio.”

  “Bassanio?”

  “From The Merchant of Venice.” He gazed down at me adoringly. “You’re the Portia to my Bassanio.”

  “You want a pound of my flesh?” I raised an eyebrow, and he laughed.

  “That was Shylock.”

  “He wasn’t shy if he wanted flesh.” I giggled, and Jakob shook his head. “And wait,” I said with a frown. “Wasn’t he the one that borrowed the money?”

  “I’m not saying I’m exactly like Bassanio. I’m like him in the way that we both got the girl. The prettiest, most beautiful girl in all of the world.”

  “Jakob,” I said, and rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop myself from blushing. “Stop.”

  “I don’t want to,” he said, but he jumped up. “I really don’t want to. I want to lie here with you all day and night, but there is a pounding in the back of my head that is telling me that we can’t do that. Not yet. Not until we get to the bottom of this shit.”

  “Yeah.” I sighed as I came back to earth. “I guess I should contact Blake and see what’s going on.”

  “Yes, call him.” Jakob stretched as he stood up. “I’m going to go and have a shower.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’re welcome to join me if you want.” He grinned, and I shook my head. I knew exactly what would happen if I joined him in the shower. And as much as I wanted it to happen, my mind was already back on the events from earlier in the day. I was already thinking about Rosie and Steve and their wanting us to attend the ball. I was once again wondering what Blake had to tell me. And my heart started racing as I thought about the possibility of Jeremiah still being alive.

  “Blake is on his way over.” I pushed open the bathroom door and watched Jakob brushing his teeth naked. I stared at his bare butt and grinned as I walked up to him and squeezed his right butt cheek.