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  Synopsis

  Lily had a suspicion her new roommate was the type to always take control, no matter what the situation. It wasn’t until she accidentally peeked in on Chaz dominating another woman, that her suspicions were realized. Lily watched with amazement as Chaz masterfully played the female like a sensual instrument, bringing her the most intense gratification Lily had ever witnessed.

  After witnessing his sexual expertise from a distance and noticing the careful attention he gives to his lovers, Lily wanted nothing more than to have his hands sculpt every inch of her body. Unable to forget the incredibly erotic scene Chaz so skillfully played out, Lily sought to make her desires known by casually submitting to him throughout their daily lives.

  To her excitement, Chaz invites Lily to his prestigious art show opening at a local gallery. All it takes is a slinky dress, a pair of kitten heels, and a tiny scrap of lace to drive Chaz wild, causing some very heated moments.

  Copyright © 2013 Rene Folsom

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  Bind Me

  Walking arm-in-arm with Chaz makes me feel like I am the most prized possession he owns. The way he sneaks glances my way or the light brush of his fingertips against my hand to make sure I am still holding his bicep tight—all is proof of his possession and makes my stomach swarm with butterflies in the process.

  Chaz and I have been college roommates for well over a month now, but tonight is the first time he has asked me to attend one of his gallery openings as his date. I have been fantasizing about him ever since he interviewed me to be his roommate. After moving in, I quickly suspected he had a rather dominant personality.

  That suspicion became realization when I accidentally—honest, it was an accident—walked in on him standing over a girl who was bound to his bed. Not only were her hands tied to the headboard, but she was also blindfolded and seemed to be enjoying his forceful, yet affectionately dominant, touch. I couldn’t help but watch as he masterfully played her body like a sensual instrument. Even though he was the one in complete control, he spent every moment bringing her the most intense gratification I had ever witnessed. I haven’t been able to get the vision out of my mind ever since.

  I’ve never had the pleasure of being with a man who has such a take-control nature, but my clit throbs with just the idea of giving him power over my body.

  I admire him as an artist, especially the way he uses his hands to sculpt a masterpiece. The strong, precise movements of his fingers create such intricate works of art. The sensual way he moves while he is consumed by inspiration renders me speechless.

  During my little stint as a Peeping Patty, I appreciated his sexual expertise from a distance and noticed he is definitely the type of man that takes great care with his lovers. Using those long, strong fingers to caress and entice a woman… Yeah, I knew right then and there that I wanted those hands to sculpt every inch of my body someday.

  With my attraction to Chaz increasing, I realized I needed to let him know of my desires. But things are never that easy, are they? I knew I was in unknown territory with the idea of seducing such a dominant man. Because of the unknown possibilities, shyness got the better of me. It didn’t take me long to realize that in order to get his attention, I needed to naturally submit to him throughout our day-to-day lives.

  Quickly and seamlessly, I fell into the role of his submissive—not in a sexual manner—but in our normal interactions together each day. Even though my naturally submissive behavior surprised me, I also quickly noticed that my subliminal suggestions were all he needed to get the hint.

  As we are strolling together through the throngs of art enthusiasts and smiling politely with each introduction, I can’t help the satisfaction with the fact that each person I shake hands with has no idea of the secrets Chaz and I hide. As he masterfully escorts me around the warehouse filled with works of art and mingling people, I continue to clandestinely replay the past hour in my head—the hour he made me his.

  š

  As we made our way through the doors of the stylishly aged warehouse about an hour ago, I noticed Chaz couldn’t keep his eyes off me. His rather lustful attentions had me blushing—my cheeks flushing pink—each time I caught him looking my way. Such an innocent interaction, yet my body reacted with anything but innocence.

  Knowing his preferences, I wore a tight, black dress that hugged each curve of my body with tantalizing precision. The dress was just supportive enough for me to go without a bra, which seemed to drive Chaz wild. The spaghetti straps had a mind of their own as the left one seemed to consistently slide off my bare shoulder with every little movement I made. The top that lined my breasts donned intricate little beads that added character and a bit of class to the slinky outfit. The length of the dress fell just above my knees, which made the fuck-me heels accent my silky legs flawlessly.

  I chose to wear my hair down, not only because Chaz requested me to, but also because the feeling of the tendrils tickling my bare back made me feel sexy and free. I always received compliments when I wore it down. The long, blonde waves cascaded down the center of my back with the ends lightly brushing against the top curve of my ass.

  “You look wonderful tonight, Lily,” he whispered in my ear as I tasted my wine with dainty sips. The feel of his breath against my neck and his hand touching the small of my back made chills flow through my skin. The trembling of my hand was dreadfully noticeable with the small wine cup wavering in sync—the blush liquid rippling along the rim. My voice sounded weak and breathless as I thanked him for his compliment.

  As he excused himself for a moment to grab the attention of a colleague, I took a moment to examine the man who dominated my every thought. Being a large-scale sculptor, Chaz had the body and poise of an athlete. Not only was he the essence of sexy on the outside, but just a hint of his Chazzy-charm made all the girls melt in his path.

  With sandy-brown hair and enigmatic steel-gray eyes, he commanded the attention of every person he was near. Making his way back over to me, I cherished the warmth that overtook my body when he flashed that sexy smile—and couldn’t help but grin in return.

  His sexy swagger matched each step I took, making us the best looking couple in the room. Continuing through the different rooms and hallways full of art, my confidence slowly increased with each passing moment. Heads turned as we walked by and I knew his powerful confidence was the main reason for the self-assured spark in my eyes.

  After a quick peek at his sculptures and only a few minutes of mingling, Chaz grabbed me by the hand and quickly pulled me through a set of doors that led to a darkened stairwell—lit only by the faint glow of an exit sign and the dull light filtering through the small window above
the door handle.

  I could barely hear the click of the door shutting over the blood that pulsed in my ears. Without wasting a single breath, he pressed me up against the cold wall, devouring my lips in a passionate, lust-filled kiss.

  “Lil, I need you… now,” he growled through labored gasps as he pressed his lips along my jawline and down to my neck. His scruff against my face made a thousand crackles flicker through my skin, like sparklers on a hot summer night. His teeth lightly scraping along the pulsating artery in my neck caused an agonizing moan to escape my lips.

  My breathing hitched and my hands began to shake as he continued his assault on my neck and chest. Closing my eyes, I tried to steady my breath. I placed my hands against the cool block wall to hide my quivering limbs and steady myself.

  Just as abruptly as his assault began, he stopped and looked into my eyes, spreading his arms on either side of my head and propping his hands firmly on the wall. “I thought I could wait until we got home, but clearly you have eliminated all my control.”

  With a sudden surge of bravery, I lifted my chin so my lips were mere centimeters from his. Looking into his steely gray eyes, I said, “Then show me whatcha got, Chaz. Take control.”

  “Oh, I plan to,” he said with a playful tone as he turned and began walking down the darkened stairwell without telling me where he was going.

  I stood there against the wall for a moment—unsure whether I should follow him into the inky black of the level below. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him. I stayed put because he didn’t give me permission to move. I’ve heard enough about this type of relationship to know that I don’t dare budge even my pinky toe without his instruction.

  Suddenly, Chaz reappeared from the darkness—a light red glow casting shadows along his features as he made his way back to me. Slowly climbing each step and extending his hand, he invited me to join him.

  “I’ve found the perfect spot. Come,” he commanded, not unkindly.

  My stomach did back flips as I reached up and slipped my hand into his. Tiny little flickers shot up my arm when I slid my fingers across his palm. As nervous as I was, I didn’t hesitate to grasp his hand—my own shaking like a leaf—allowing him to lead me down each step.

  The one short flight of stairs we took opened up into a large room. Faint light trickled down from several smoked windows lining the very top of the walls. I was immediately able to tell we were in a basement and the line of windows barely broke ground level—the light from the streetlamp bathing the room in an amber glow and casting odd-shaped shadows in its path.

  “This warehouse used to be an embroidery factory. They still use this basement to store all the machines,” Chaz explained. That clarified the cloth-covered bulky shapes that cluttered the room, making it feel much smaller than it really was.

  “Lily.” At the sound of my name, my head abruptly turned to meet his stare. Strong, magnetic eyes delved into my consciousness, glowing ever so slightly in response to the faint light that was now behind me. Once he realized he had my attention, Chaz grabbed my waist and forcefully brought me against his chest, our lips a mere whisper away from one another. “I’m so glad to have you all to myself right now. You’re finally mine.”

  “I’m yours?” I chimed, making my words sound more like a question than I had originally intended.

  He just nodded with a resolute smirk on his strong, sexy face while still holding onto me—our noses nearly touching as we spoke. “Let me warn you of one thing. If I am any good at reading between the lines, I think you’re already aware of my specific… appetite. I like to be in control at all times. This isn’t up for debate—I know what I want. And, right now, I want you. I need you to be mine.”

  His tone took on that seductive, demanding quality again and it made my stomach turn up in knots. This man could make me melt with just his words. I began to feel lightheaded at his suggestive tone—surprised I was still even able to stand, regardless of the fact he was maintaining his hold on me.

  He stood there staring at me expectantly, like he was waiting for something. Then he smiled—a smile that had me hanging in midair. Realizing he may be waiting for some sort of response from me, I absentmindedly looked away and said, “Yes, sir.”

  Lifting my chin, he forced me to look up into his smiling glare. “While I’m flattered you seem to naturally fall into the role that pleases me, there is no need to call me sir. You know my name. As a matter of fact, I like hearing my name being spoken from those beautiful, luscious lips of yours. But let me make one thing clear, never look down like you’re ashamed. Look at me and be assured that I adore seeing the glimmer in your eyes… Okay?”

  I nodded—briefly looking away again before remembering what he had just said and bringing my gaze back over to meet his. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” he asked. His question caught me off guard as I tried to remember what my response should be. Then it hit me… his name.

  “Yes, Chaz,” I whispered.

  His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a soft groan.

  “I love hearing you say my name, Lil. Now… we will probably have to be quick since there is a party waiting for us just upstairs. But seeing you in this dress and those heels has made me a very impatient man,” he said as he pressed me against his hard, rigid body.

  Even with the muted light surrounding us, I could almost see my green eyes reflecting in his gray stare—like they were mirrors to his soul.

  Kissing me passionately once more, Chaz reached his hand around the back of my leg and trailed his fingers up behind my knee. He continued his feathered assault up the back of my thigh, under my dress, until he reached my ass and the lacy fabric of my panties.

  “Shit. Those are sexy. Those are very sexy,” he said with a controlled assertiveness as he backed away from me. “I love lace.”

  His fingers caressing the back of my thigh sent delightful shivers across my entire body. My panties were saturated with the slightest attention from this man. I definitely needed him and I didn’t want the warmth of his touch to leave my skin as he backed away.

  Taking his blazer off, he turned and draped it over a nearby machine. His button-up shirt molded to his muscles and, because of his posture, squeezed his biceps deliciously. Unquestionably, he had to be the best-damn-looking man on this Earth. I could have stood and stared at him all night without tiring.

  Crossing his arms over his broad chest and examining me from head to toe, he nodded to me once and instructed, “I want to watch you take off your dress… slowly.”

  This time, I hesitated. I may not mind my overly voluptuous body, but I didn’t exactly jump at the opportunity to reveal my curves. Of course, my dress hugged me like a silk glove. So, my sudden shyness was rather unjustified. Looking down at my hands—nervously knotting them together in front of me—I tried to muster the courage to follow his command.

  “Lil-y.” He drew my name slowly from his lips, as if in warning, causing my head to snap back up in his direction. His eyes seemed kind and understanding—completely at war with his scolding expression. “If you want this as much as I think you do, you’ll do as I say.”

  A meek nod was all I used in response as I bit my lip and looked back down at my hands, willing them to follow the orders my brain could not. I did want this. God, I wanted him.

  A warm finger hooked beneath my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his once again. He stepped closer, his lips mere inches away from mine. “Lily,” he whispered, “You. Are. Beautiful. I want to see that beauty. Now, show me what I want to see.”

  I nodded and backed away a few steps. With shaky fingers and a ragged breath, I crossed my arms across my body and fumbled with the hem of my dress at my thighs. I was nothing but a bundle of nerves as I closed my eyes and slowly pulled the thin, black fabric up my body and over my head. There I stood, holding my slinky dress in my hand, wearing only a fine piece of black lace around my hips. All my attempts to suck oxygen into my lungs became challenging. Each fain
t sound from the party above us grew louder as I felt more vulnerable and exposed.

  “Perfect,” he murmured, the sound of his admiration tickling my ears and calming me slightly.

  With my eyes still closed, I could feel his presence. The electricity in the air told me he was coming closer. Footsteps, barely audible, whispered along the floor and closed in on me.

  Once he stopped in front of me, I relished the feel of his breath so close to my skin. I felt him lightly brush my hair to the side and his lips almost touch mine. His scent filled my nostrils, causing relief to wash over me with the familiar smell. God, he smelled so good—just the way a man should smell. I wanted to taste him… kiss him… lick him. With his familiarity making me feel more at ease, I opened my eyes and found him admiring me.

  He then reached out and took the dress from my hand, draping it on the nearby piece of machinery that already held his blazer. He seemed so controlled in his movements and determination as he made his way back to me.

  Lightly touching my hips with his strong hands, he pulled me closer to him and placed a warm, seductive kiss on my lips. I reached for him and glided my fingers through his silky, light brown hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. As our kiss became more heated and passionate, I continued to run my fingers through his hair—grabbing fistfuls and holding on for dear life.

  His strong hands held my back tight and tangled in my hair. I lulled my head to the side, offering my neck as he trailed kisses down my jaw. Throwing my head back gently, I willingly offered him more of me—craving his warm lips against my skin.

  He pulled back and looked into my eyes, smiling as if he had a secret I would soon figure out. In one swift movement, he looped his thumbs into my black, lace bikinis and pulled them down my legs, prompting me to step out one leg at a time.

  “Those kitten heels stay on. I can’t wait to watch you bend over in front of me with those sexy heels…” he trailed off as he threw his head back and made a sound of pure frustration.