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desire. Need sizzled and crackled across my flesh as if warning that even the slightest touch might spark an inferno.
    His thumb glided over my lips and paused expectantly for them to part before plunging inside my mouth.
    “Perfect lips,” he murmured appreciatively. “Do you like to have your mouth filled?”
    I started to nod and changed my mind, unprepared to give in entirely even as I shifted on my knees, desperate to ignore the longing growing rapidly in my core. But my squirming was met with firm disapproval. Alexander drew back and shook his head. “Naughty poppet.”
    He crooked his finger, beckoning me up, and I scrambled onto my feet.
    “Strip,” he ordered.
    I was powerless to resist the request, because in the end I couldn’t deny him. I didn’t want to resist him. I shimmied out of the boxer shorts and kicked them away, aware that I was now stark naked in my kitchen.
    “Does it make you uncomfortable to know that your friends are upstairs? That any moment a guard could walk by to check the perimeter and see you like this?” His palm trailed across my bare abdomen, leaving a path of fire in its wake. “You may speak.”
    “No,” I murmured.
    “If you aren’t afraid, why are you whispering?” he asked, pausing to pluck a silk scarf from the collar of the coat I’d left strewn on the kitchen table.
    “No,” I repeated in a clear, steady voice even as my knees nearly buckled. I considered what he was going to do.
    Alexander wrapped the scarf around his hands and pulled it until the silk was as taut and stretched as my own desire. An ache grew into a painful pulse that thumped between my legs. I dipped under the weight of his darkening eyes, returning to my knees instinctively. Conscious thought fled, replaced only by the sensations crowding in my body, each begging to be freed.
    “That’s better.” He took a few steps until he stood behind me and then the silk slipped over my eyes. The filmy fabric obscured my vision, transforming the room around me into a collection of hazy shapes.
    “Show me your beautiful cunt.” His words were sharp, his voice more commanding with the scarf’s impediment.
    I bent forward with caution, my movement controlled as Alexander gradually slackened his grip on the makeshift blindfold. The scarf drifted, passing over my mouth and gliding down until it loosely collared my neck as my palms met the cold floor. I shivered both from the added chill on my bare skin and from the agonizing promise of the moment.
    “You’re cold.” Concern colored his voice, but he didn’t urge me up from the floor. “I’ll light a fire.”
    You already have. The lone thought broke through my clouded head, but I didn’t speak. I was high on him, drunk on my own submission. Without thinking, I crawled forward, tugging gently against the scarf. Alexander sucked in a breath behind me, but he didn’t move, forcing me to a halt as my neck strained against the fabric. I waited as he stepped to my side before resuming my progress toward the hearth in the living room. I’d never felt so blatantly sexual, even with Alexander. I was his to control—to consume. Each movement forward—each press of a palm to the floor, each slide of my knee—fueled my wantonness. I’d submitted to him before but he had always taken the reins. Tonight I’d literally handed them over to him.
    “Stop here,” he said as we crossed onto the plush Oriental rug situated in front of the hearth. He dropped the scarf entirely. It fluttered to the floor beneath me, but I didn’t move even as he lit a match and stoked a small flame into a roaring fire. Its warmth licked across my face, searing down my shoulders, and enveloping my body physically in the heat already in my blood. I remained on all fours, sensing Alexander’s enjoyment of the pose.
    “Do you feel the fire?” he asked, his fingers closing over his belt buckle. “It’s turning your skin such a lovely rosy color. It makes me think of other things