I trotted after him like a puppy.

Nikos snapped the hold-back loops off the canopy. The curtains fell over the bed like sultry saffron promises. With a final scorching look, he disappeared in a billow of yellow.

But I hesitated. What did he have in mind with the ties? He was, after all, a Spartan general who was a tad dominant.

On the other hand-naked male. I climbed in after him.

He had tied his feet and one hand to the posts and was knotting the last wrist down with his teeth.

“What…?” I gazed at him in some alarm. His big body was spread-eagled on the silk of the comforter, and he was fully erect. Seeing him extended in all three dimensions like that, little ol’ me on my hands and knees next to him to measure against, took me way beyond guessing how big he was and smacked me in the face with enormous knowing.

“Come Twyla. Life has given you mixed messages. You are a siren, a beauty. A strong, powerful woman. Make love to me.”

“Make love…to you? Aren’t you supposed to be the dominant one?”

“I am.” He purred. “But tonight you are the dominatrix. Love me, my mistress. Give me what I need with your strong, lush body. Your beautiful mind. Your indomitable spirit. Kiss me.”

“I’m not sure-”

“You will be.” His eyes held mine, promising satin and sin.

I fell into those dark bedroom eyes. My arms buckled. My lips met his.

His mouth pursed, cushioning my landing. Talk about lush. I kissed first his upper lip, then the lower. Okay, maybe I could start small. Siren, probably not. But explorer I could do, my limited field his warm mouth.

I sucked gently at his lower lip, teased it with my tongue. He gave a satisfied sigh. His face was serene, confident. His eyes were closed, his lashes perfect onyx half-moons against his burnt sienna cheeks.

Encouraged, I kissed the corners of his mouth. He purred. I expanded my field, kissing along the line of his carved jaw. I kissed his face piece by piece until I knew the texture of every hair and the sleek feel of every plane. I took my time, moving slowly from face to neck to strong collarbones to muscular chest. The longer I took, the darker the purr, until it was a growl.

He arched his hips. “Love me, my mistress. Do not tease me.”

“Tease?” I bit his nipple. His body reared off the bed. His erection grew even fatter. “I’m tasting, not teasing.” And even if I weren’t teasing, I was supposedly in charge. Which meant I could do whatever I liked to him.

Whatever I liked. I tried the idea in my mind, found it frightening, forbidden-and oh so exciting. I licked away the sting of my bite. He groaned.

I continued my slow journey of exploration, kissing and licking his gorgeous chest. To prove I wasn’t teasing, though, I snaked a hand around the root of his erection. Stroked up about an inch, lightly. He let out a frustrated puff of air. So I stroked down. He twitched. I set up a soft rhythm, stroking that bottom inch so lightly, over and over. Okay, maybe I was teasing, just a bit. And I loved it.

From the deep restless groan he emitted, he enjoyed it too.

My mouth left his chest, continued its downward journey. I think he wanted me to skip right to the hot and juicy part but the wavy ripples of his belly fascinated me. The smooth skin was the same bronze-with-undertones-of-blue as his chest. A feathering of glossy hair shadowed the center, begging to be licked. I played my tongue over warm male muscle, delighted in his taut jerks of reaction. The combination of silky smooth and crisply rough textures was fascinating. And he tasted good too. Right. He tasted oh so right.

His erection filled until it tipped over onto his belly. The glans hit just short of his navel. My tongue ran up over the mountain ridge of it. The tip dripped glistening liqueur that tasted much more strongly of salt and male. I breathed on it. The root, still in my hand, jerked. I licked the tip lightly. His whole body jerked.

“Twyla-” His voice sounded strangled.

I glanced at him. His head was thrown back, exposing his strong throat. When he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed hard. His whole torso, neck to chest to belly, was clenched tight. “Love me. I need you now.”

He was aroused. And I was the woman arousing him. No, more. I was driving him insane.

It was a rush. I felt powerful, sexy. I felt-hot. I opened my mouth over his cock and drove it straight down my throat.

He roared. His arms and legs jerked so strongly I heard the creak of bent posts. The curtains sagged around us but I barely noticed. With his erection down my throat I swallowed.

His hips came off the bed. His pained bellow nearly deafened me. His cock erupted in spasms so strong I had to back off or drown. Semen spurted onto his belly. He didn’t seem to notice, his expression hitting nine-point-oh on the Twyla scale.

Well damn. Maybe I was some sexy bitch.

Finally his eruptions subsided. When his eyes opened a lifetime later they were rolling. “O Theos mou. You are an angel. A tigress. More, my mistress.”

In my hand, his cock filled and lengthened until it was bigger than before. “But you-that’s impossible. Unnatural.”

A small smile curved his lips. “Preternatural, perhaps. More?” His bedroom eyes trailed stardust down my body to the juncture of my thighs, leaving no doubt what he’d like more to be.

Oh, yeah. Me, too. I swabbed off his stomach with one of the bed’s multitudes of pillows, enjoying the way his abs bunched and flattened.

Then I tossed aside the pillow and stripped out of my clothes.

In response his monster cock rose straight from his body, a tall and proud skyscraper. I put palms to pecs and straddled him, gingerly-at that size it was like mounting a really tall bike. His erection nudged my thigh as I mounted. I pinched his nipple. “Stop that.” Who was in charge here?

He just smiled.

I guided him to my vulva and locked the head in place. Returning both palms to his chest, I looked him in the eye.

He was still smiling. With a sudden, sharp jerk, he thrust three inches inside me.

I had to struggle against spasms of delicious response. “I said stop that.” Hooking my insteps over his thighs, I bore down with my entire weight. Probably not enough to really stop him if he chose to go all dominant on me-not even the ties could keep his monstrous strength completely subdued. Nor did I want them to. I just wanted to channel that power, and that only for now.

He was still smiling. So I said, “Behave well, or I’m getting off.” The smile disappeared and he subsided obediently.

I took my time sinking onto his pole, because it tortured him and because my own arousal climbed with every inch. By the time I got halfway down I was shivering and he was purring. Each inch by slow inch went in with slick fullness. By the time I felt his head nudge my cervix, I was trembling. He was growling.

“Make yourself come.” Nikos’s hot eyes flicked down to where even I could see my clitoris, rising hard and crimson from my curls. “Do it.”

My breath caught. “Ask nicely, and maybe I will.” I honestly didn’t think he’d ask. I didn’t think he was capable of it.

So it really undid me when he purred, “Please, mistress. Masturbate while you sit on my cock.” His voice was deep and rough and got under my skin like psychic needles of lust. Automatically my hand went to my nub. His responding purr was so loud it rattled my bones.

“Hey. None of that vampire coercion of yours.” I stopped my hand inches from my clit and started to get off him.

He groaned. “Please, Twyla. Your channel is so hot I am burning. Your pearl is so swollen and red it cries to me. Ride me, mistress. Your breasts are beautiful as they bounce. Ride me while you pinch your nipples and stroke your precious pearl. Come for me, Twyla. Please.”