Page 40 of The Boss

“Do you have any scarves?” he asked.

“It’s not cold.”

The moment I said it, I knew it wasn’t even close to the right reason he was asking for a scarf. I flushed, completely embarrassed, and felt the urge to cover myself.

He reached down and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and tugging on it until he had all of my attention.

“What can I use to tie you up?”

“Oh – ahhh…” I grabbed his arm as he pinched me. “Socks!”

He released me and leaned back. “Socks?”

“Second drawer down, left side,” I pointed. “I have these long socks I wear when it’s cold. The heat isn’t great here.”

“Long socks?” He went to the dresser and opened the drawer I’d indicated. He held up a pair of black socks with red reindeer, then picked up another pair and gave me a questioning look. “What are those?”

“Golden snitches.” I gave him my best serious expression. “Don’t tell me you aren’t a Potter fan.”

He tilted his head, like I’d said something he wasn’t sure was funny or not. “Perhaps we’ll come back to that sometime in the future.”

Future?

“Since you don’t have the right type of bed for me to restrain you the way I want, I’ll have to get creative.”

How the hell was he thinking about tying me up when his cock looked ready to break something? My own body was begging for him to do something…anything.

“On your back, off the pillows.” Once I did that, he continued, “Arms over your head.”

He quickly tied my wrists together, tight enough to keep me from moving them but not so tight as they would leave marks. I had the feeling that if this was a regular thing, he wouldn’t care about that. Honestly, I wasn’t so sure I would care. A part of me actually liked the idea of being marked by him.

He looped the other sock through the one binding my hands and pulled them up high enough that he could tie them to my headboard. After he finished binding my hands, he stood for a moment, looking from me to the snitch socks still in his hand.

“Dammit,” he muttered. “This is what happens when I try to improvise.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. He really was a control freak.

“You find this funny?”

I immediately flattened my lips into a line and shook my head. “Nope.”

A dangerous gleam came into his eyes, and he pulled one sock free.

“Now that we’re doing this again, I think we need to address an important part of this dynamic.”

He sounded more like he was in a boardroom, discussing business strategy than he did like he was standing in a bedroom, stark naked, and sporting a magnificent erection.

“What should you call me? Master? Sir?”

“I could call you Mr. Lexington,” I suggested cheekily. “Like I do at work.”

For a moment, I thought he’d turn me over and paddle my ass again…and a not-so-small part of me wished he would, even though I knew it’d hurt like hell.

He knelt on the bed and leaned over me, his face mere inches from my own. “I think I like that idea. That way, every time you speak to me at work, I’ll be reminded of all the sweet ways you can scream my name.”

Shit.

That’s what I got for not thinking things through like I usually did. I’d just totally screwed myself because I’d never be able to use his name without thinking that exact same thing.

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