Page 23 of My Playboy Neighbor

“I said now.”

Maya hesitated for just a moment before reaching for the hem of her sweater.Dom's eyes never left her as she undressed.When she stood naked before him in the storage room's dim lighting, Dom circled her like a predator evaluating his prey.His gaze was clinical, possessive, cataloging every curve and response.

"Perfect," Dom murmured, his fingers trailing along her shoulder blade with deliberate possession."But you're thinking too much.We need to fix that."Without warning, Dom's hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to meet his eyes."When I touch you, you focus on nothing but the sensation.When I speak, you listen.When I command, you obey.Clear?"

"Yes."

Dom guided her to a padded bench."Lie down.Arms above your head.Don't move unless I tell you to."

Maya complied, watching as Dom selected one of the silk scarves.Instead of binding her wrists, he covered her eyes with the soft fabric, plunging her world into darkness.

"This is about control," Dom said, his voice seeming to surround her."My control over your pleasure.Your trust in my dominance.Don't think—just feel."

Maya heard Dom moving around the small space.Every sound was amplified in the darkness—the whisper of fabric, the soft clink of items being arranged, the barely audible sound of his breathing.

"Tell me what you're feeling."

"Nervous," Maya admitted."But excited."

"Good.Nervousness keeps you alert.Excitement keeps you open."

She heard him shuffle around the room.Opened and closed a cabinet.Then something cold touched her collarbone, making her gasp."Do you know what this is?"

"Ice."Maya shivered as the cube traced along her throat.

"Very good.And this?"

The ice was replaced by something soft and warm—Dom's mouth, following the same path.Maya arched into the contact, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Perfect response," he praised."Your body is so honest when your mind can't interfere."

What followed was the most exquisite torture she had ever experienced.Dom alternated between ice and heat, between the soft caress of the feather and the firm pressure of his hands.He mapped every sensitive spot on her body, bringing her to the edge of climax again and again before pulling back.

"Please," she gasped when his tongue traced a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear."I need—"

"What do you need?"he asked.

"To come.Please, I need to come."

"Not yet."His hands stilled on her body."First, tell me why you want this.Why you're willing to surrender control to me."

She struggled to form coherent thoughts through the haze of arousal."Because it feels right.Because when you're in control, I don't have to think or worry or be responsible for anything except feeling."

"And?"

"And because I trust you," she whispered."I trust you to take care of me."

His sharp intake of breath told her she'd given the right answer."Good girl.Now you can come."

His mouth covered her center and she shattered almost immediately.The orgasm crashed through her with stunning intensity, made more powerful by the sensory deprivation and extended teasing.She cried out his name, her back arching off the bench as waves of pleasure consumed her.

But he wasn't finished.Even as she was still coming down from her peak, he was moving up her body, kissing every inch along the way.

"Again," Dom commanded against her sensitive flesh, hot and demanding.

"I can't," she gasped.

"You can.You will."His fingers joined his mouth, finding spots that made her cry out."Come for me again."

---