Another tug followed by a sigh. "What was that safe word again?"

"Don't be a baby. By the way, I'm taking my pants off now."

"Killing me."

Jenna laughed as she kicked her pants off and stood there naked. Her gaze stopped on Ben's crotch as she saw his cock straining through his pants. She needed to do something about that soon. But not yet.

The black feather tickled her fingers as she ran it over them to smooth it out. The fact that it was a real bird feather still amazed her, considering there weren't any on Mars. She turned it on its side and touched Ben's forehead with it. He stiffened instantly.

With great care, she traced a path down the center of his body, over his nose, chin, throat, chest and finally his stomach. She smiled as his nipples hardened and his shaft twitched in his pants.

"What was that?" He sounded breathless.

"This?"

She ran the feather over each of his nipples, his chest suddenly rising with a strong intake of air. Ben's feet dug into the mattress as he managed to squirm out of her way.

"Yes that, damn you."

Instead of answering, Jenna set the feather down and reached for his pants. As a result of all of his moving around, they were open wide and were already riding low on his hips. It took very little effort on her part to slide them off, quickly followed by his underwear.

Jenna stood and stared at him. She hadn't taken the time in their earlier encounters to look at the man who'd kept her dreams erotic for the past week and a half. His cock was long and thick, and her body instantly remembered the feeling of him stretching her, filling every inch of her insides. His balls were pulled tight against his shaft, and she knew it wouldn't take long for her to bring him to the edge.

"I'm going to tie your feet now."

She watched him swallow, but he didn't protest. Not wanting to startle him, she 86 touched his leg at the knee and slid her hand down his leg to his ankle where she tied the scarf. Another minute and his other leg was secured as well, leaving him completely at her mercy. Jenna frowned, not sure of how to say what she was feeling.

"Now I know you say you trust me, but it's hard to really accept that."

"I believe I'm the one tied to the bed."

"Yes, this time. But I doubt very much you would have let me tie you up on our first date."

Ben lifted his head off the bed and turned to face her. "That was about your fantasy, Jen. Of course I wasn't going to let you tie me up."

She put her hands on her hips. "And you also wanted me out of the way when you were going to investigate the lawyer."

"Jen, it could have been dangerous. I went with Matt. I know he can protect my back in a jam."

"And I can't?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

She dropped her chin to her chest. "I am more than capable of looking after myself.

I know how to defend myself in an attack and I know how to use a laser gun."

Ben's head fell back onto the pillow. He seemed to consider what she'd said.

Unfortunately, the serious turn of their conversation was taking a toll on his arousal.

When his cock twitched and softened ever so slightly, she knew she would have to resurrect their passion quickly.

The feather saved her. Taking the tip, Jenna touched the tip to his balls, causing his hips to immediately buck.

"Shit," he groaned loudly.

"We need to keep things moving along, Mr. Hawthorn. And I believe we were talking about trust. You have a problem trusting others."

She circled his balls twice before caressing the sides of his cock, which was now more erect than before. Jenna watched as his shaft thickened before her eyes, pulsing with the rush of his blood.

"Trust means being willing to place your fate into another person's hands." She flicked the feather over the mushroom tip of his purple cock. "It means knowing that no matter how bad things look, that person will do everything in their power to support you. To help you get what you need."

Ben wrapped his fingers around his restraints and squeezed as he pulled. His body began to quiver from strain.

"Trust goes beyond rational thought and lives in your gut. That is what I mean when I say you don't trust me. I'm not sure if you trust anyone."

She was thankful she'd put her hair into a ponytail earlier. When she leaned over him and took his cock in her mouth, there was nothing to give her away. Ben cried out 87 when she ran her tongue over his head. When he tried to buck his hips to drive the rhythm, she pulled back.

"See, you don't trust me. I'm in charge, Mr. Hawthorn. You need to know that I'll look after you."

"Jenna, you're killing me."

"No, I'm helping you. It's important you realize you don't need to be in control all the time."

Dropping the feather to the floor, she grabbed the next item from her present-a bottle of massage oil. She poured a generous amount onto her hands and hoped it wouldn't be too cold. Jenna tipped her hand, letting the oil drip onto his chest to roll over his muscles. She could feel his labored breathing as she worked the oil into his skin. Small circles became larger as she moved to massage his arms and neck. She'd used over half the bottle before she reached his cock.

Jenna held herself back for a moment, letting his anticipation fill her bedroom. His shaft twitched and pulsed and Ben shifted his hips, thrusting into the air in a silent plea.

Who was she to keep a man waiting? A quick squeeze of the bottle and the palm of her hand filled with the scented oil. Careful not to spill any before she was ready, Jenna positioned her hand an inch above his tip.

Ben moaned when the oil spilled over his cock and wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop his own release. She was driving him fucking nuts! It was bad enough he couldn't see what she was doing, but he could barely hear her, she'd gotten so quiet.

"Jenna?" he asked when she didn't move.

"It's fascinating to watch the oil roll down your cock."

Gods! He couldn't handle it when Jenna, proper little professor that she was, talked dirty to him. He bucked his hips in the air again and prayed she'd touch him soon before he embarrassed himself. And that would be a first.

When her long finger caressed the side of his shaft, he bit out another moan. She didn't stop-over and over she ran a single fingertip up the length of him. With each touch, his blood pulsed, stretching him to a width he'd never experienced before.

"Jenna, I need you now. Can't take much more of this."

"Are you saying I brought the all-powerful Ben Hawthorn to his knees? Me?" she cooed against his stomach as she placed a kiss above his bellybutton.

"Jenna," he wanted to sound menacing, but only sounded desperate.

"Did I?" She sounded amused. Aroused, but amused.

"Yes, fuck!"

He sighed when she wrapped her fingers around his cock, but she didn't move. He pushed up and into her hand, increasing the pressure. It wouldn't take much to push him over.

"Not yet," she scolded him with a chuckle. "I want to you to say it. Tell me what you want me to do."

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Ben's mind raced with the thousands of things he wanted to experience with her.

Currently, there was only one thing he needed.

"I want to you climb on top of me and ride me hard."

He heard the sharp intake of her breath. For a second, he didn't think she would do it, until the bed depressed under her weight and her legs straddled his hips. She held herself far enough away that he couldn't enter her. In a single motion, Ben felt her wet pussy swallow the tip of his cock whole as she slowly lowered her body onto his.

Thankfully, she held still for a moment or else he would have lost it there and then.

Jenna moaned, her body shuddering against him before she pulled up and quickly impaled herself again. Ben felt his balls tighten and hoped he could hold off long for Jenna to find her release.

Over and over, she thrust herself on him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.

He could feel her juices pour out of her, her inner muscles clenching around him. Her taut nipples grazed his chest as she rubbed her body up and down the length of him.

She was so close, he could feel it.

"Fuck, I need to see you," he said and groaned as she increased the tempo. "I want to watch you come."

Nothing for a moment, but then, thankfully, her fingers were at his face, pushing the blindfold up an inch. Not enough for him to see everything, only Jenna.

A flush covered her cheeks and traveled down to her breasts. Her eyes were closed, a look of concentration and raw desire etched on her face. Ben yanked hard against the restraints, desperate to touch her. Fucking things! He wanted to beg her to release him, but she didn't look like she'd be able to stop. Gods, she was so close.

"Ben," Jenna gasped as she curled her fingers around his shoulder.

Her pussy tightened around his cock as she cried out. Over and over she drove herself madly down on him. He couldn't hold out anymore. He thrust into her one final time, calling her name as he felt the rush of cum shoot deep. His orgasm blasted through him, charging every muscle and sensitizing his skin.

Finally, Jenna collapsed on top of his chest. Their frantic breathing slowly synchronizing into a steady rhythm. Ben couldn't move, couldn't think, his entire focus was on Jenna's limp body and how she made him feel.

"That was incredible," he managed to say after a few minutes.

"It was, wasn't it?" she said and chuckled softly. "Who knew?"

"Think you could untie me now?"

Jenna lifted her head to look into Ben's eyes. "So anxious to escape my clutches, Mr.

Hawthorn?"

For the first time in his life, Ben wasn't in a hurry to get away from a woman. That didn't mean he wanted to be at her mercy all night long either.

"I don't plan on going anywhere. But if you don't untie me soon, I'll be forced to take drastic measures."

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Jenna raised an eyebrow in question. Gods, he loved it when she did that. She managed to look sexy and smart at the same time.

"I'll be forced to beg, Miss Robins. It really is a sad sight to see. I'd hate to inflict that on you."

She giggled, but reached up and began to fumble with the knots. It took longer than he'd hoped to free himself, especially when Jenna abandoned him once his arms were free to go take a shower.

"You don't expect me to do everything for you now?" she teased as she wiggled her ass on her way past him to the bathroom. "I think I need to get cleaned up again. I'm all sticky from the oil."

By the time he was free of the silk scarves and able to slip off the bed, Jenna was humming away under her shower. Ben chuckled, tempted to join her. They'd never get out of her place if he did that. With nothing else to do, Ben explored her room. The woman needed a maid. He'd have to look into that for her once things settled down.

Maybe even look at bringing her over to CalCorp from the university. Ben smiled at the idea of seeing Jenna every day at the office. He'd never get any work done.

As he passed by Jenna's dresser, a dark blue cover screen of a contract datapad caught his attention. Without thinking, Ben flicked the document on and began to read.

He got three-quarters of the way through the cover sheet when he realized what this was. An offer of employment. Quickly, he scanned through to the end and sighed with relief. No signature. Not yet anyway.

"What are you doing?"

Ben turned to see Jenna standing in the doorway, towel wrapped around her hair.

He didn't miss the look of guilt on her face.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," he said and tossed the datapad back on her dresser.

"That is private correspondence. Why the hell are you going through my things anyway?"

Ben crossed his arms across his naked chest. "It was out in the open. Why the hell didn't you tell me about this?"

"Because it's none of your damn business," she snapped back.

Ben felt all his old paranoia come creeping back. This was Rick all over again, except Jenna was set to rip his heart out instead of scar his face. He turned his back on her and dressed quickly.

"Ben!"