stopping to pluck and nip at each tight pearl pink nipple he encountered along the way. Without my permission, my hands found their way to his velveteen scalp, as usual. I couldn’t help myself. Knight’s head was the softest thing I’d ever felt, and lately, I’d seemed to be finding excuses to touch it more and more.
How could someone whom my eyes found to be so terrifying also feel like cashmere to my fingertips, taste like spearmint on my tongue, and smell like freshly laundered cotton and warm musk? When I took my head and eyes out of the equation, the rest of my senses would come alive whenever we touched.
By the time I finally tasted Knight’s wintery breath, he’d worked me into such a wanton lather of need that I’d forgotten I still had on my underwear. That is, until I felt his thick fingers slip between my hips and the thin strip of cotton covering them. Instead of sliding them down my thighs and continuing his unhurried seduction, however, Knight set the tone for what was to come by grasping both sides of my purple panties and stretching them to their breaking point. I released a tiny gasp of surprise, which was immediately followed by a much louder one when Knight then brought the crotch of my shredded panties to his mouth and slowly ran his tongue over the slick puddle of moisture he’d found there. He made unwavering eye contact with me as he savored the proof of my desire, and then he reclaimed my mouth with his own. Only this time, when he kissed me, he tasted like sex, and I was horrified to discover that I fucking loved it.
Still fully clothed, Knight guided me to sit on the edge of Colton’s bed. I watched in confusion as he began taking items out of his pockets and placing them on the dusty nightstand beside us—a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, his keys, a pack of gum. From his back pockets, he removed his wallet and then a pair of handcuffs, followed by another pair of handcuffs.
The fuck?
Flashing me a wicked grin as the second set of steel bracelets hit the table, Knight reached behind his back once more. (Those tight Levis were like a clown car of sin!) He retrieved a clear plastic bear filled with honey from his waistband.
I don’t know if it was the thought of what he was about to do with those implements or the shocked expression on my face, but for the first time since we’d met, I saw Knight smile. Sure, I’d witnessed the corners of his mouth curl upward on more than one occasion, but it was always more of a sneer, smirk, or snarl. This was dazzling. His usually frosty eyes crinkled warmly at the edges, and his lips parted, revealing teeth so perfect that he could have been the spokesmodel for Winterfresh gum (especially considering how much of it he gnawed through a day). Combined with all those freckles, that smile gave me a peek at the seventeen-year-old boy hiding under Knight’s armor. And he was actually really cute.
While I sat and contemplated this strange new attraction I was developing to someone whom, moments ago, I considered to be more my captor than my boyfriend, Knight tore off his plain white T-shirt and 501s with the grace of a jungle cat. Without his shirt, I could now see the head of his angry massive erection protruding at least two inches above the top of his boxers, the elastic waistband straining to keep the heavy weapon holstered against his abdomen.
My brief, uneventful life flashed before my eyes. So, this is how it all ends, I thought. Bludgeoned to death by a skinhead’s penis in my ex-boyfriend’s childhood bedroom. And I never even got to meet Billy Idol.
Although I should have been panic-stricken, I think the impending pain was so abstract that I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. I simply had no idea what was coming, so the only choice I had was to live in the present, which, at that point, was still a pretty nice place to be.
Taking his first weapon of choice—the stainless steel handcuffs—in one hand, Knight guided me onto my back on the center of the bed. Blanketing me with his hard body, he fluidly spread my legs apart with his own. His carefree smile had already been replaced by something wicked, predatory. Knight made searing eye contact with me until our