I stare into her eyes. “But do you think I’d physically harm you?”

She doesn’t hesitate, she just shakes her head.

“Good. Because I would never. Not unless you ask me to. If you ever say the word no, it’s all over. I’ll immediately stop what I’m doing. Got it?”

She nods.

“I’m going to tie your hands and feet to your bedframe. And you’re going to like it. Yes or no?

She stares at me in confusion. “How do I know if I’ll like it?”

I stare back and repeat myself slowly. “I’m going to tie you. And you’re going to like it. Yes or no?”

I ask it with more emphasis this time, more force.

“Yes,” she finally whispers. And I can see on her face that she believes it. I smile as I peel off her robe, then bind her hands, then her feet.

She’s totally immobile now, spread out on the bed like a gorgeous offering. Her full tits point toward the ceiling, amazingly perky for being natural. Coming from Hollywood, it’s rare for me to find real tits nowadays.

I crawl up over her, her curves rubbing against my dick, hardening it. I nip at her neck, and whisper into her ear. “I’m going to blindfold you. And you’re going to like it. Yes or no?”

Her lips almost tremble as she replies, “Yes.”

I smile again, then bend and tie a black scarf around her head, covering her eyes.

“You trust me not to hurt you, because I would never physically harm you. Not unless you ask for it. Yes or no?”

I’m trailing my fingers along her torso now, over her ribs, along her sides. I watch the goose bumps form as she whispers softly.

“Yes.”

I smile, then kiss her hard. I feel my teeth against her lips, her tongue automatically plunging into my mouth. Her lips open for me, sucking me down. She wants more. She shows it with every movement.

I bend my head, trailing my lips along the silkiness of her skin, sliding it along her nipple before I pull that pink tip into my mouth, sucking it soft, then harder. She pushes up toward me as far as her restraints will allow.

“You like that. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” she moans. In answer, I suck harder.

She moans louder.

I kiss every inch of her belly now, taking care to trace the hollow that her hipbone makes. It’s my favorite part of the female body, although I don’t know why. There’s something very feminine about it. I stand for a quick minute, peeling off my clothes so that I can feel her warm skin pressed to mine.

I press my rigid cock against her hip, enjoying the way her hipbone cuts into it, crushes it. It’s a good pain.

“Sometimes, pain is good. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth today, not my cock. You’re going to ache for me to fuck you, so much that it might hurt, but you’re going to have to wait. I’m going to make you come with my mouth though—right now. Yes or no?”

“Please.” She begs me softly, bucking her hips against my fingers. “Please.”

“Yes or no?” I repeat insistently.

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

That’s all I needed to hear. I drop onto my hands and knees and bury my head between her legs. The smell of her, clean and musky, invades my senses and makes me crazy. I slip my tongue in, licking her slowly, then burying it in her. I rub her with my fingers, with my tongue, with my lips, until she is thrashing beneath me.

“You love this. Yes or no?” I ask raggedly. Because watching her powerless beneath me, blindfolded and restrained and unable to do anything but orgasm, turns me on. I’m rock hard now and I stroke myself with my left hand, even as I finger her with my right.

“Yes,” she ekes out. “Fuck me, Dominic.”

“No,” I answer firmly. “Not yet. Some pain is good, Princess.”

“But I want to feel you fuck me,” she murmurs, arching upward, trying to touch me as best as she can. In answer, I turn both of my hands on her, fucking her with several fingers with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other until finally, she screams my name, then falls limply against the sheets.

She breathes quickly and shallowly, her delicate body curved into the bed. I stand, pull my clothes on, then untie her hands and feet. I leave her blindfold on.

“You loved that. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” she says quickly, remaining motionless on the bed, even though she’s no longer restrained. With one hand, she reaches over and finds my rock hard cock. “You loved it, too. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” I say with a smile, before I stand up again. “I’ll see you soon.” And I walk from the room and I don’t look back.

This is what I do.

I don’t get attached.

I don’t get involved.

But I think about the look on her face when she was coming, the open and innocent expression, and I smile.

I don’t realize it until I’m in my car and I glance into my rearview mirror and find that my lips are curved up ever so slightly. It’s such a foreign expression that it startles me.

And then it shames me.

I shouldn’t be happy about anything concerning Jacey. Because once I’m through with her, there won’t be anything left to smile about.

There never is.

Jacey

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and from the way Dominic is looking at me from across the gym, I know it’s a text from him. My stomach flutters, and I take a break from stacking clean towels so I can pull out my phone.

You want to fuck me. Yes or No?

A thrill runs through me and I smile. I can’t help it. I glance up at him and find him staring at me with that look, the dark look that makes my heart pound. The one that makes me want him even when I’ve sworn to myself that I don’t.

I shake my head at him, even though it’s a lie. And he knows it’s a lie because he laughs, sliding his phone back into his pocket as he turns back to holding a bag for Tig.

I sigh, picking back up the towels.

It’s been two days since Dominic tied me to my bed.

When he walked out, I’d been astounded for two minutes, then all I could do was laugh. His penchant for being detached is becoming a pattern, and it’s something I have to get used to if I want to continue with this… whatever this is.

But definitely whatever this is, it’s fascinating.

It’s exciting.

Dominic fucking Kinkaide was in my bed. We didn’t exactly have sex, but it was just as intimate, at least to me.

Out of curiosity, I did a search for him online, to find out if he does this often… if he leaves behind a string of crushed hearts. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find much.

He doesn’t date a lot, although he’s been linked to a couple of starlets, including Amy Ashby. He doesn’t have any scandal around him… he’s kept his nose clean. And there’s not one thing mentioned about Emma, whoever she is.

His publicity team must be very good.

Or he’s actually as detached and distant as he pretends to be.

After these last two days of flirting and texting, two days of not progressing into anything else, I’m starting to think that’s the case. He’s actually that detached. He does things that pleasure him, but he doesn’t get involved.

It’s like… he flips a switch when he starts thinking that he’s getting too personal, and then he shuts down. I don’t get why he does it, but it seems more and more to be the case. And if I want to continue our “relationship,” I’ve got to accept it.

Because honestly, even though he’s got some drawbacks, he’s got a lot of pluses too…

I like his intensity.

I like his sexiness.

I like him. I can’t help it. There’s more to him than he wants me to know… than he wants anyone to know. It fascinates me. Every once in a while, there’s something in his eyes… something that says he’s vulnerable. He covers it up, but it makes me want to get close to him. To know him.

But I know he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to get close to anyone. There’s very few people I actually care about.