"I'm not kissing anything of yours. Now. Get Off Me!" She redoubled her efforts, bucking wildly and twisting to the side.

"Oh, you'll be kissing a very big part of me before the night is over. And you'll like it. I swear." He said, just as she managed to get one hand loose. He quickly subdued her again, chuckling as she groaned in frustration.

"I am going to scream my head off if you don't get your hands off me and leave." She said bravely, wondering if there was any way in hell she would have been able to react like this in real life. She hoped so, but was fairly certain that she would have been a quivering, pathetic mess if she'd been forced to confront her real attacker. Ultimately it didn't matter. This was her fantasy and she was in complete control. If she wanted to be a warrior when faced with imminent danger then she had the power make it happen.

"Oh. You'll be screaming alright. But feel free. Those fossils next door must be deaf and the guys on the other side are away, so no one will hear but me." He leaned down and lowered his tone until it was a rough growl. "And I can't wait to hear you scream."

He pressed a hot kiss against her temple and Holly felt some of the fight drain out of her. His lips were very soft and no one had touched her with such tenderness in a very long time. She'd forgotten how pleasant it was to be close to another person. Not to mention the fact that his voice was positively hypnotic.

But how did he know about her neighbors? She'd mentioned the Kleins to Miss Bright, so she supposed he might be aware of her elderly neighbors, but Kevin and Randy, the gay couple on the other side, had never been discussed. How did he know they were gone to the Island exactly? Did SFs usually do such thorough surveillance? Perhaps it was part of the contract, but a brief lick of unease swept over her as she wondered exactly who was lying on top of her.

"The boys came back early and the Kleins aren't that deaf, so unless you want to spend the rest of the night in prison, you really need to get out of here." She said through gritted teeth, testing to see how much he actually knew.

"Nice try. But I'm not going anywhere until we get your little problem sorted out. Now, if I let go of one of your hands for a second, do you promise to behave?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'll just lie here like a docile little lamb and wait for you to have your wicked way with me."

He chuckled again. "I seriously have my doubts about that, but I'm willing to trust you. Don't disappoint me now." He brought her hands together in front of his chest and held them tightly in one massive fist. Then he eased to the side and reached towards the floor again. This time Holly did hear the distinctive sound of metal rattling as he brought forth the next item from his bag of tricks.

While he was leaning over the side of the bed, she was unable to resist pushing her clenched hands against his firm chest, sending him momentarily off balance. He let go of her wrists long enough to catch himself before he topped off the bed completely, but the momentary lapse gave her just enough time to roll away from him and make a break for it.

She had nearly scampered to the other side of the bed on her hands and knees when something enormous and very heavy landed on her, flattening her against the mattress and forcing the breath from her lungs in an 'oomph' of exhaled air. She snatched at the duvet, trying uselessly to pull herself out from under him, but he just grabbed both of her outspread hands and stretched them over her head, pressing them into the white eyelet comforter until she was very effectively trapped beneath his large, hard frame.

"I thought you were going to be a docile little lamb?" He said against her temple, still sounding amused at her antics. He eased up slightly so she could breathe, but still covered her like the world's sexiest blanket.

"Fuck you!" She grunted, wiggling around wildly to dislodge him. She wasn't usually big on the profanity, but the situation seemed to warrant it.

"If you keep doing that, I will. And without the foreplay either." He growled, grinding his very obvious erection against her soft buttocks. The gesture should have been crude and mildly threatening, but it was done with such a devastatingly sensual rolling motion of his hips that it felt more like an act of seduction than a threat.

Holly went completely still. There was no denying it. The impressive physical evidence of his desire gave her a huge thrill. She knew she should be defiant, but all she really wanted to do was spread her legs a little and feel more of his swollen flesh against her suddenly very moist folds. But no, her fantasy demanded that she exhibit some real hostility towards her would-be attacker. Giving in so easily was not in the game plan. Or was it? If he kept flexing like that she really wouldn't have much choice but to allow herself to be seduced.

It really wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. Why was he making this so fun anyway? Couldn't he just be a big, rough jerk like she'd requested? But no, he had to be weirdly gentle and amusing. He was ruining everything.

Feeling daring and not a little frustrated, she called his bluff, half hoping that he would carry through on his warning. "Go ahead and do it then. Get it over with if that's what you want." She said, pressing her hips upward, purposely goading him to take her hard and fast. On some level she knew he wouldn't do it. She had no idea who he was and yet something in her was certain he wasn't capable of hurting her.

He shifted to the side slightly, so the ridge in his jeans wasn't pressing so deeply into her silk-clad bottom. Nudging her hair away from her neck with his nose, he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck and blew warm air against her flushed cheek. "That's a tempting offer, but what I want has very little to do with what's going here. This is about you and what you want. 'Cause, trust me, if this was my fantasy, Honey, you'd be sneaking into my room and having your wicked way with me. Not the other way around."

Oh, the images his words evoked. Holly felt herself growing warm at the thought of being the aggressor rather than the victim in her home invasion fantasy. It was so out of character for her to even contemplate being anything other than the submissive. She'd never considered taking on the role of the dominant in this scenario or any other. But now that he mentioned it she found herself intrigued by the concept. Could she turn the tables on him and come out on top? Literally. But first she needed to get control of her hormones and remember her role here. Melting when he nuzzled against her cheek was not appropriate behavior for this situation.

So Holly snorted and summoned up a very convincing haughty tone. "Well, why don't you go home and wait for me, and I'll be right over," she said sarcastically, her voice muffled by the comforter.

He chuckled again and gave the side of her neck a little nip that made her shiver in reaction. "You have no idea how much I would like that."

Then his lips were beneath her ear and she felt the tip of his tongue flick against the sensitive lobe. Unable to help herself, she angled her head in the opposite direction to give him better access to her very sensitive neck. She was failing miserably at resisting him, but she was starting not to care.

Was it the blindfold? Is that why his mouth on her skin felt so electric? Were her senses really more acute because she was deprived of her vision? Or did he just have the softest, silkiest lips in the entire world?

Against her will, a small sigh escaped her as he pressed his open mouth against that magical spot where her neck met her shoulder. For a relatively innocent touch, she felt the heat and seductive power of that kiss deep, deep between her legs and she shifted restlessly beneath him, trying to relieve some of the tension that was rippling through her body.