Paige smiled at him, as he walked over to the bedside table carefully put down the bottle and the bowl filled with ice cubes. Paige sat up and tried to reach him, but he evaded her hands and walked over to the window. Looking through it, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine he asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes. I love you," she said moving behind him, and hugging him, laying her check on his back.
"Then go back and lie down, but this time close your eyes. And no matter what don't open your eyes." He said still looking out the window. An instant later he heard the bed creak a little as she climbed back on it.
As Paige closed her eyes, she could hear very little movement, and felt a little afraid, not scared, but excited and thrilled with anticipation and could feel the bed lower under his weight. He leaned over kissing one closed eyelid and then the other, trailing down her cheeks till he was kissing her mouth with nibbling kisses. As soon as she opened her lips for him, he retreated.
"I want to go slow. If I feel your tongue, Ill want to take you, I will remove just enough clothing so that I can be inside you. This time I want to make it right. I want you to be as turned on and as frustrated as you made me feel these last few weeks, denying both of us. Payback's a bitch. Isn't it?" He said getting off the bed.
When she heard his shoes hit the floor, she imagined him stripping, but there was no sound of his belt clanking, or his zip being lowered. She felt the bed sink again, and when she felt his thighs on either side of her, she tried to reach for him, only this time to find him take hold of her wrist.
"Give me the other one." He said in her ear, his stubble scratching her check.
"Why?"
"Trust me," he replied biting her ear and travelling down her neck.
Slowly she raised her other wrist and he held both her wrists in one hand. She could feel him tie her wrists together and lift her hands above her head.
"Hold the bar," he said. When she did as he asked, he secured her hands to the bar. He slid his hands slowly down her arms, from the pulse point in her wrists, to the indent of her elbow, all the way down her shoulders. He repeated the action with kisses, and light bites, till she was wriggling on the bed.
"Anthony," she cried out, she was so close to coming with just the simplest touch of his mouth.
"Ill be right back," he said, lifting himself off of her and the bed.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Paige asked in a worried tone.
"Never Paige, now you're mine," he said kissing her. It was fleeting but it was enough to reassure Paige.
She heard him, open and close the bedside drawer. She felt him lie down beside her again and something cold against her skin but it wasn't the ice.
"I've never tied up a woman before, so I forgot one important detail. How would I get your clothes off? It's too late for you to take them off, so..." he said as she felt something cold slid under the strap of her dress. She heard a slicing noise and her strap fell down. He's slicing my dress off, she thought feeling a little excited.
