By His Desire Read Online Free Page A

stairs and pulling his clothes off as soon as he was in the room. Then he turned on his Jacuzzi shower and let the hot water beat down on his naked skin. He resisted the urge to jerk off for the hundredth time that day, even though he was starting to think he probably should, just to take the edge off.
    Because he was so hard right now his cock could crush diamonds. He hoped Sarah had followed orders and put on the blindfold he’d left for her, because he was afraid the sight of his lust-crazed expression and raging hard-on might make her rethink their agreement, given how inexperienced she was.
    And he was afraid that despite his promise, if she told him she wanted to leave, he wouldn’t be able to let her go.
    * * *
    Sarah tried not to think about nine o’clock. Every time she did, a wave of anxiety made her stomach tighten and she wanted to run back home.
    She didn’t know what gave her the courage to stay. Maybe it was Keith’s letter, which had been oddly reassuring.
    At nine o’clock precisely, be on your bed in the blindfold you’ll find under your pillow. You can wear whatever you want. And remember that you can’t do anything wrong, because I’m in charge.
    Had he guessed about her ever-present fear of doing something wrong? Or was her neurosis just really obvious?
    Sarah took her time in the bath, shaving her legs carefully and trying not to think about Keith touching them later. Even with his reassurance, if she thought too much about what might happen tonight she knew she’d chicken out.
    By the time it was ten minutes to nine she was so nervous her hands shook as she got dressed. She’d agonized over the decision of what to wear, and finally chose her favorite pajamas over the more risqué set she’d bought that morning at a boutique downtown.
    She’d always secretly thought she looked sexy in these, even if she’d had them for years. Something about the cut of the white cotton camisole top made her small breasts look firm and shapely and perfect. The bottoms were thin and soft from many washings, and felt wonderful against her silky smooth, just-shaved legs.
    Underneath she wore the white satin panties she’d bought that morning. They were simple and elegant and made her butt look amazing, which she supposed was some justification for spending thirty dollars on underwear.
    Five minutes to go. Something told her that Keith would be punctual. She sat down on the center of the king-sized bed, brushing her fingertips over the burgundy silk comforter. The blindfold she’d found under the pillow was silk, too—a simple black band she’d tried on earlier.
    Three minutes to go. She looked around at the beautiful room—the antique furniture, the Aubusson carpet, the fireplace and the artwork on the walls and the floor to ceiling windows hung with burgundy velvet drapes.
    One minute to go. She lay down in the center of the four-poster bed, resting her head on the pillow and sliding the blindfold over her eyes. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it.
    And then she heard the door open.
    Her hands fisted involuntarily, and she found herself clutching the comforter. For a minute there was silence, and then she heard footsteps coming towards her.
    A wave of goose bumps prickled her skin. She felt the bed give as a large male body sat down on the edge, and every muscle in her body tightened.
    She heard a match striking, and there was a faint whiff of sulfur. Then she caught the sweeter scent of wax, and realized that Keith had lit the white candle on her bedside table.
    “Candlelight becomes you.”
    His voice was low and raspy, like last night when he’d said he wanted her in his bed.
    Was she supposed to say something in answer? A spasm of anxiety tightened her stomach muscles. She had no idea what the rules were, what he expected of her, what she was supposed to—
    And then she remembered his letter.
    You can’t do anything wrong, because I’m in charge.
    If he wanted her to speak, he could