Swept Away: Resolution Part 5

"I don't know." I chewed on my lower lip nervously. "Do you think we should skip the ball?"

"No way," he said instantly. "However, we will ask Blake to come with us."

"With us? Is that a good idea?"

"Not with us, with us. I'll get him onto the invite list and he can arrive separately. I have an idea."

"What idea?"

"It'll be easier to explain when Blake is here. Unless you don't want him to be involved anymore?"

"No, he can help us," I said, and made a small face. "Actually, he was meant to meet me today, but he never showed up, so he said he'd call me later."

"You were going to meet up with him?" Jakob sounded jealous, but I could tell he was trying to play it off.

"He's helping us, Jakob. He's a good resource. We weren't meeting for a midafternoon hookup." I tried to joke, but he didn't smile.

"Not funny, Bianca." He shook his head. "From here on out, please let me know where you're going and what you're planning. I think it will be safer for both of us to know what the other is up to." He gave me a hard stare. "I can't protect you if I don't know where you are."

"Jakob, I don't need you to protect me." I rolled my eyes at him, but inside I felt a wave of warmth toward him. How could I ever doubt this man? "And if we're going to be straightforward from here on out, tell me your idea." I raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a hard stare back.

"We'll discuss it when Blake calls you. I need to go over some things first. Now, go and have a shower." He winked at me, and my face heated as I glared at him for blowing me off.

"A shower?" I frowned. "We have so much to figure out. I don't want to shower now."

"Bianca, take a shower. Cool down. Calm down. Then we'll talk. Right now you're still reeling from what just happened. I want us both to have fresh minds when we talk."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. "Bossy boots."

"I can be bossy if you want me to be."

"I don't want you to be," I muttered under my breath.

"Beautiful as a rose, fragile as a b.u.t.terfly. I watch her in my window with every sunrise."

"Your mom wrote that as well?" I looked at him in surprise.

"No." He smiled as he gazed at me tenderly. "Those words are my own. I guess I inherited my mother's love of poetry now that I have my own muse."

"You love making me blush."

"Not really." He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him. "What I love doing," he spoke gently into my ear, "is making you come."

"Do you trust me?" Jakob walked toward me with a pair of gold handcuffs in his hand and watched me as I dried my hair with one of his plush white towels. There was a sly smile on his face and a question in his eyes.

"Should I trust you?" I raised an eyebrow in a deliberately seductive way, picking up a brush and combing my hair.

"Maybe. Maybe not." He grabbed my right wrist and pulled me toward him. His fingers gripped my skin tightly, and I swallowed hard as I looked into his eyes. They were full of danger and mischief.

"That's not a very good answer," I said softly, and before he knew what was happening, I grabbed the handcuffs from his hand and held them next to my body.

"What are you going to do?" he growled as he let go of my wrist.

"This," I said with a small smile as I grabbed his left wrist and cuffed it.

"Am I under arrest?" he asked with a mischievious smirk on his face.

"Should you be?" I said, not smiling back. I gave him my sternest look, though it took everything in me to not start giggling. How I wanted this man. How I wanted to show him that I just wasn't some submissive little girl he could boss around. I wanted to show him that I could give him as good as he gave.

"Maybe," he said again, and I could see his chest rising quickly. I hid a smile. He was as excited as I was, and maybe even a little intrigued as to what I was going to do next.

"Take off your pants," I commanded him, my eyes dropping to the front of his jeans.

He looked back at me with laughing eyes, and I squeezed the cuff over his wrist. "Now," I said, and stepped back.

"Shouldn't you cuff us together or cuff me to something?" He c.o.c.ked his head as he stared at me. "Don't you want to make sure that I don't run away and escape?"

"I don't think you're going to run away," I said lightly, and ran my hands down the front of my body and slowly across my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I saw his eyes narrow as he followed the path of my fingers. "Are you?" I said as I pushed my hand up and squeezed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s together.

"No," he agreed, his eyes darker now and no longer laughing. I watched as he reached down and unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off with one hand. He stood there in front of me in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs and a white shirt. It took everything in me not to reach over, unb.u.t.ton his shirt, and then pull his hardening c.o.c.k out.

"Take your shirt off now," I said, and this time I hardened my voice. I was playing a role now, and he had to know I meant business. "Hurry!" I snapped as he slowly unb.u.t.toned his shirt. "I don't have all day."

"Neither do I," he said, and I frowned at his tone. Jakob still thought he was calling the shots here. I smiled to myself as I realized how quickly I was going to show him he was wrong.

"Once you've taken your shirt off, go and get me one of the chairs from your dining room." I barely looked at him. Instead I concentrated on brushing my hair. I wanted to look s.e.xy, but I also wanted to make sure that my hair didn't start frizzing.

"A chair?" He frowned in confusion as he repeated what I'd told him to get.

"You speak English, yes?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and folded my arms across my chest. My heart was racing as I prepared myself mentally for what I was going to do next.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get you a chair." He threw his shirt to the ground and stood there in front of me with a chest of muscle and steel.

"Stat!" I barked.

"What are you, a dominatrix?" he asked me with a grin as he walked away. I didn't respond to his comments. In all honesty, I had no idea what I was doing and was making it up on the spot. He walked back with the chair and looked at me with a questioning face. "Where would you like me to put it?"

"Right next to me."

He placed the chair next to me and grinned. "What's next? A lap dance?" he asked me softly, and I could see the excitement in his eyes as he took a seat on the chair.

"Did I say you could sit there?" I frowned as I grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"No, but I . . ."

"You what?" I smiled at him as his voice trailed off. His eyes were concentrated on my fingers that were lightly squeezing his c.o.c.k through his briefs.

"Strip tease. Lap dance. You on chair." He groaned as I tugged on his c.o.c.k slightly. "I mean me on chair with you rubbing up and down." He grabbed my arm as I pulled away from his c.o.c.k. "Don't stop," he groaned as he looked at me.

"I'll stop if I want." I smiled and looked back at him. "Now get on your knees."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" He laughed and then knelt down as I stared at him, unspeaking. "I've never seen this side of you before. I like a dominant Bianca."

"Don't tell me you thought I was shy and pa.s.sive, like some sort of English rose?"

"I don't think anyone has made that mistake before, have they?" He laughed up at me, his eyes sparkling. "You're way too p.r.i.c.kly to be a rose, though I suppose they do have thorns, don't they?"

"You're not making this easier on yourself," I said with a smile, and knelt down next to him. "Lie back. Flat on the ground," I said seductively as I straddled him.

"So I am getting a lap dance?" He lay flat on his back and he groaned as I moved back and forth on his hardness.

"Nope." I giggled as I leaned forward and grabbed his left hand and the other side of the handcuff. I quickly placed the cuff around the leg of the coffee table and jumped up. "Not right now, big boy."

"What are you doing?" He looked disappointed as he stared up at me, and I watched as he tried to move his left arm. "You're not going to leave me handcuffed to my coffee table, are you?"

"Not forever." I laughed.

"Bianca." He frowned, more agitated now.

"Don't you trust me, Jakob?" I teased him.

"Where are you going?" Jakob's voice was throaty, and I almost laughed at the despair in his tone.

"I'm just going to sit down." I grinned at him as I sat down in the chair he'd brought into the room.

"I wish you'd sit on me."

"I'm sure you do."

"You could even sit on my face, if you wanted to." He licked his lips slowly and deliberately. "That would be a nice treat for both of us."

"Yes, it would be, but it's not going to happen." I settled myself back on the chair and smoothed my skirt across my thighs.

"What are you doing?" Jakob's eyes narrowed as he watched me crossing my legs.

"Tell me if you recognize these lines," I said softly, and looked him in the eyes. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and then started talking. "What's your new book about?" I said in a deep voice, channeling my inner Michael Douglas. Jakob's expression became extremely confused, and I knew he had no idea what I was doing, but that didn't stop me from continuing. I was imagining myself as Sharon Stone: s.e.xy, confident, and very much in charge. "A detective. He falls for the wrong woman," I said s.e.xily, letting myself completely a.s.sume the role of the extremely s.e.xual and confident femme fatale.

"Uhm, Bianca." Jakob started laughing. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Is this your way of telling me that you have multiple personality disorder?"

"What?" I giggled and then did the only thing I could think of next. I lifted my right leg off my knee and spread my legs wide so that Jakob could see I had no underwear on.

"Oh," he said huskily as he swallowed. I could see him trying to move his arm away from the table. "Basic Instinct."

"Of course you know it now," I said, and licked my lips slowly.

"Do it again?"

"What? The lines?" I said, feigning ignorance as to what he was asking me.

"No." He shook his head and groaned, his eyes never leaving my crotch area. "Flash me."

"Flash you?" I asked softly as I sat there and tapped my fingers against my leg. "Is that a command?"

"It's whatever you want it to be, baby."

"I think I'm the one in charge here." I stood up. "Don't you?"

"Bianca?" Jakob sounded confused as I left the room, and I grinned as I walked into his bedroom and opened his closet. I needed a blindfold, and I didn't have any of my scarves with me. I looked through his clothes and saw some ties, but they all looked too thin. I grinned as I saw a neat stack of scarves in the top-right corner of his closet. I grabbed a woolly black scarf and hurried back to the room where Jakob was staring at me woefully.

"You didn't think I was going to leave you tied up to the table, did you?" I teased him. "Who doesn't trust who now?"

"That wasn't my worry." He grinned. "I was scared you were going to leave me here with my hard-on and no release."

"Well I can't do that, can I?" I laughed and kneeled down next to him. "I'm going to blindfold you, okay?"

"A blindfold?" he asked, his smile growing wider.

"I'm a kinky b.i.t.c.h, what can I say?"

"If I called you a kinky b.i.t.c.h, you'd slap me." He laughed. "So right now, I'm just going to go with the flow."

"That always works." I knotted the scarf so that it wouldn't slide down his face and stood back and admired my handiwork.

"Jakob, what are you doing?" I stared at him as he wiggled his nose against the soft material of the blindfold.

"Remember when we were on the island?" he asked softly. "You told me to wiggle my nose to get the blindfold off."

"Oh, yeah." I laughed. "I forgot about that."

"I never forgot," he said softly. "I've wondered many times how you knew so much about blindfolds."

"Really, Jakob?" I laughed and pushed him back to the ground, before slowly sitting on his lap. I moved back and forth on his hardness and grinned in satisfaction as he groaned.

"I just wonder if you're not telling me something," he muttered as one of his hands grabbed my hip.

"You mean, like I'm a secret dominatrix?" I said as I leaned forward and pinched his nipples.

"Ow," he grunted, but he didn't tell me to stop. "Is that your confirmation?"

"You wish." I laughed.

"I don't know that I wish that," he said smoothly, his voice seducing me, even though I was the one in charge. "But I was wondering if you have a secret kinky side."

"Hmm." I leaned forward and sucked on his right nipple, gently tugging on it. "Maybe I do. And maybe it's not really a secret."

"Bianca," he groaned, and I heard the rattling of the handcuffs as he tried to move his other arm.

"Yes, Jakob?"