Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,107

confusion written all across his face.

I point to the chair. “I need you to sit here a second so I can give you my surprise.”

Jake sighs a moment but starts walking towards it. “You know the only reason why I’m doing this is because I’m so intrigued by what you’re up to.” He sits dutifully in the chair, and I pull the tie around his eyes. He jerks, trying to pull the tie off.

I smack his hand. “You need to be blindfolded for this surprise. Don’t you trust me?” He doesn’t look happy, but he complies, nonetheless. I’m quietly celebrating that all is going well so far.

Once I know he can’t see, I kneel behind the chair. “Right, I need you to pull your hands round so you can feel this.”

He does as he’s told, and I grab his hands. He’s frantically trying to feel for whatever his surprise is, so I quickly click both handcuffs on him in a millisecond. I shoot up and give myself a mental high five.

I watch as Jake pulls at his wrists. “What the fuck? Get these off me.”

I try to stifle a giggle. “Now, now, Jake, you’re spoiling my surprise here.”

He’s seething, I can tell. “What the fuck are you up to?”

I trace a line across his shoulder, making him stop struggling for a second. “You will see in a minute, but for now I must get ready.”

“What the hell does that mean? At least get this tie off me so I can see.”

I pat his shoulder. “All in good time, Jake. All in good time.”

I quickly make a beeline for the drawer, remembering my black and red silk basque with bows on. I attach some stockings to my belt, grab a CD from my room, and set it up in his CD player.

I root around in Jake’s closet and find an old top hat and a riding crop which have both apparently been buried in there since his horse-riding days. I then light a candle, dim the lights, and slip on my racy, red, high-heeled shoes.

Jake—noticing that the lighting has changed in the room—tries to look around. Watching him trying to see better is rather comical.

“Right, I’m going to let you see now.”

He visibly sighs in frustration. “About fucking time. What have you been—” He stops himself mid-sentence when I take the tie from his eyes. He gawks at me, and his eyes grow wide with lust. “You have to let me out of these fucking handcuffs. Now!”

“Nuh-uh, Jake.” I dangle the riding crop in front of him, and he wriggles a bit more. I start the music, choosing “Feelin’ Love” by Paula Cole because it’s a very sensual song. It’s the perfect fit for what I have in mind.

Jake’s mouth is agape as I start dancing around the room, moving my shoulders, swaying my hips, and wiggling my butt. This reaction is exactly what I was aiming for.

As I stand in front of him, I place the riding crop on my lips, trail it down towards my stomach, and finally land it between my legs. Jake closes his eyes, straining against the cuffs before staring back at me with the most intense, lust-filled expression I have ever seen on him. The thought of him like this turns me on exponentially.

Feeling braver, I place the other hand on my breast and squeeze, emphasizing my actions when I pinch my nipple. With my hand pointing south, I push down towards my mound as I lower myself to the floor. I spread my legs out towards him, cupping myself. He’s pulling more and more. Pain is evident on his face. Just thinking about how turned on he is makes me wet. Hell, just dancing like this for him is turning me on. I somehow feel empowered, amazing, and damn right sexy.

Watching him as he watches me, I move across to his bed and place my back against the bedpost. I slide down with the riding crop between my legs and move it up and down, riding it. As it moves, I throw my head back as if I’m in ecstasy. My God, this is sexy as hell. It makes my legs tremble with a need so great that I wonder just how long I can keep it up. The look on Jake’s face spurs me on. It makes me want to roar at him like the lioness I feel I am. Though Jake is every bit my lion, right now, I am the one