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Chapter 4

He leaned forward and kissed her then invited her in. As she walked through his door, Starsky marvelled again at what a beautiful woman she was. Tonight she'd dressed to match him in figure hugging blue jeans, held in at the waist by a white plaited leather belt. A white tee shirt, cut low at the neck and a dark blue scarf wrapped around her throat completed the look. She carried a large purse slung over her shoulder and looked dark and sultry and as she walked past him she seemed to float on a cushion of Eau de Lancôme perfume.

She walked slowly into his apartment and stopped looking over her shoulder at him coyly. Indicating the settee, he sat down beside her and she snuggled into his side. He rested his chin on her head and her hair smelled of chamomile soap. He breathed deeply. Something about her reminded him of Terry, but he pushed those thoughts deep down.

'You are beautiful' he whispered into her hair.

She looked up at him. 'You're pretty damned fine yourself Mr Starsky' she said, smiling into his eyes. Her fingers toyed with a curl on his forehead and she tugged it playfully. 'Do you have any music?' she asked.

Starsky got up and went to his record player, thumbing through the selection of LPs he had there. 'Well, there's Pink Floyd?'

She wrinkled her nose. 'Too noisy'.

'Diana Ross?'

'Too….black'.

'Scot Joplin?...I know, too ragtime?'

Gemma nodded, chuckling.

The brunette picked up an LP with a simple white cover and a well thumbed inner sleeve. 'I've got the perfect mood maker. No-one does it like Mozart!' He set the player spinning and put the disk on the turntable, carefully setting the stylus down on the black vinyl record. Quietly, the strains of the orchestra began and for a moment, he closed his eyes to appreciate it. He opened them again when he heard a tiny giggle from the settee. Turning he looked at her questioningly.

'You never fail to surprise me Dave' she said, shaking her head. 'I expect something soppy like the Stylistics or Barry White, and you give me Mozart'.

'Don't ya like it?' he asked, worried in case he'd imposed something on her that was completely inappropriate.

'Like it? Its perfect' she said, pulling her feet up under her on the settee and resting her head against the backrest. Gemma closed her eyes and began to sway slightly to the smooth waves of the music.

Starsky walked up behind her and kissed the exposed line of her throat past the solitaire necklace she wore there, then nibbled lightly on her ear, sending a little shiver down her back. She sighed and patted the settee next to her. C'mon and sit down here' she said breathlessly.

Starsky came to sit by her side and once again she snuggled into him, running her hand over the denim shirt and insinuating her fingers between the fasteners. Very slowly she undid the top one. 'Oo, press studs. How convenient' she purred as another popped open at her touch. She coiled her fingers through the forest of hairs on his chest, running her finger nails lightly over his skin and popping the studs one after the other until they were all open, exposing his chest and flat stomach. He leaned back, enjoying her ministrations and sighed as she started to undo the buckle of his jeans belt. He put his hand on top of hers.

'Maybe somewhere more comfortable?' he asked huskily as he pushed himself up off the settee and led her to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed and the curly haired cop started to reciprocate by unfastening the buttons on her blouse. She pushed his hands away playfully.

'Hey, it's my turn, stud. Just lay back and enjoy yourself for a while. We have games that'll last all night'

'Yeah? What sort of games?' he asked with interest.

She giggled. 'Lie back and let me take these off and you can find out' she continued to unfasten the belt then the button at the waistband of his jeans, pulling at them playfully. He looked back at her with eyes dark with desire as she pushed her hands under the denim of his jeans, cupping his hips and pushing further to get her hands right inside his jeans. Slowly he raised his hips and with a little effort, she managed to pull them down to his knees, so that he wiggled out of them, leaving them to puddle in a heap on the floor.

Starsky lay back, looking up trustingly at the woman perched above him. He reached up and pushed the blouse off her shoulders and she shrugged out of it, flinging it to land with his jeans on the floor.

'Have you played games before, or are you a vanilla type of guy?' she asked coyly.

He focussed on her. 'Vanilla? Sounds like ice cream. Depends what sort of games you had in mind' he replied his voice husky with heat and desire as he focussed on her lips.

'Trust games' she said, unwinding the scarf from her throat. 'Games where you put your trust in me and I repay it with a climax beyond your wildest dreams' she said.

Starsky swallowed hard, his breath racing. What was he doing here? He hardly knew this woman and yet she'd gotten him into bed on their second date and was now speaking of trust games and climaxes. Should he trust himself to her? She was beautiful and surely he could overpower her if things got a little heavy?

'Suppose I'll have to wait and see' he said as he saw her fold her scarf into quarters.

'OK' she said, 'Your trust starts here' and she bent forwards and held the scarf over the unfocussed indigo eyes. Gently she lifted his head and tied the scarf behind his head, careful not to tangle his curls in its folds, then let him rest back on the pillow. Blindfolded, his head quested from side to side, wondering what she was going to do next. His heart rate hiked up a notch as the darkness left him feeling helpless and unbalanced. He licked lips that had suddenly gone dry, but within a moment he was relaxing again as he felt her hands once more stroking up and down his chest, accompanied by warm kisses dotted across the muscles of his flat stomach. The muscles clenched involuntarily as her tongue rimmed his belly button, then dipped lower, pushing the band of his black boxers out of the way.

The tongue stopped just short of the wiry hairs and he almost whimpered in frustration as he felt her get off the bed. He lay shivering slightly although his bedroom was warm. The anticipation of the games was almost more than he could bear and if this first one was anything to go by, her was sure now he'd enjoy the rest.

The blindfolded cop felt Gemma come back into the room and heard something being put down on the bed beside him. He felt her lean forward towards him and then something soft and fragrant was placed against his lips. Slowly he opened them and the object was pushed inside. Hesitantly he took a bite and was rewarded with a sweet strawberry. He smiled and chewed.

'Hm. Strawberry' he said with satisfaction.

She laughed. 'That was an easy one' she said as he felt her reach for something else. Again there was a pressure against his lips and this time he opened his mouth without hesitation and sucked at the soft object. He paused, savouring the flavour.

'Peach?' he asked, licking the juice from his lips and smiling.

'Very good. You're too good at this' she murmured in his ear. 'A little more difficult now. A liquid'.

Starsky felt the straw and sucked slowly, rewarded with a cool liquid. Gemma took the straw away quickly. 'Not too much. Wouldn't want you to choke' she said gently.

He swallowed the liquid down, feeling a small burst of fire as it passed his throat, followed by a rich sweetness. 'Wine' he decided.

'Colour?'

'Hm, I'm gonna go with red' he said after a moment. He reached for the blindfold, but she pushed his hands away.

'Hey, no cheating!' she admonished. Swiftly he felt her pull something towards her and within a moment she'd wrapped something flexible and strong around his wrists, binding them together.

The brunette experienced a moment of panic. 'Hey Gemma, no' he struggled on the bed, but she straddled his hips, keeping him down and put her hands either side of his face.

'Ssh, its OK. Trust games, remember. Do you trust me honey?'

Starsky stopped struggling, his bound wrists held in front of him as he relaxed a fraction, enjoying her touch as she gently stroked his hair, trailing her fingers slowly down his forehead and along the bridge of his nose.

'There you are, easy now honey. That's it. Are you going to be brave now? Or shall we finish?' she asked softly.

Getting his breath back under control, Starsky relaxed back against the bed, allowing himself to go on a little more with these games. His stomach contracted in eagerness of what she'd do next. There was a powerful feeling of fear mixed with anticipation and the combination made him feel dizzy. He'd never experienced anything like this before and he was almost terrified that, deep down he liked it. Being here, bound, with this siren above him was so different from being bound to a chair waiting for some flake to beat seven shades of crap out of him. That was just plain scary. This was scary on a whole different level and the darker part of his mind wanted to learn more.

'And the final one' she teased as she leaned forward again. The tied detective felt something warm and perfumed press against his lips and as he opened his mouth a little to suck she murmured in his ear 'No biting now'. Starsky did as he was told and licked and sucked at her nipple, feeling it harden with desire as Gemma made little mewling noises above him before pulling away.

Gemma noticed his body relax beneath her and put her tray of food to one side. Setting her bag down beside her she pulled out some different objects and arranged them around her. Picking up the piece of velvet, she started to rub it lightly down the bound cop's sides, watching as the goose flesh rose and the brunette let out a shaky breath. Moments later she'd taken a sheet of rough sandpaper and followed the velvet, alternating rough and smooth until, in his blindfold world, one sensation ran into the next.

Once Starsky was panting with anticipation beneath her she once again changed tools and picked up a long peacock feather, running it first through the fur on his chest, then with the line of hair running in a line down the centre of his belly. The sensation made him laugh and she reached behind her and tickled the soles of his bare feet until he was laughing uncontrollably, still unable to move because she was sitting across his hips.

Finally she took a last object from the bag and Starsky thought he heard her strike a match. His whole body tensed and waited in anticipation. Suddenly there was a burning pain low down on his belly and it took his breath away. Within moments it was joined by another as Gemma let another drop of hot wax fall from the candle onto the flesh below her. Over and over she dropped the candle wax onto Starsky's olive skin until he was groaning with a weird mixture of pleasure and pain. Gauging when he had had almost enough, she blew out the candle and slowly leaned forward, rasping the rapidly hardening wax away and dappling the slightly reddened flesh beneath with tiny kisses.

Starsky was in a different world. Pain and pleasure had flowed into one luscious being and the centre of his body had hardened beneath the woman into a dark red marble rod. He thrust his hips up against her, almost delirious with passion and aching for some sort of release. And still she refused to touch him there. She moved off him and kissed down his belly, then round his hips and down the insides of his thighs until he was crying out incoherently and pulling frantically at the bonds round his wrists.

He managed to grab her as she leaned forward to kiss his chest, wrapping his bound arms around her neck and pulling her to him, plunging his tongue into her mouth again and again, until finally she released his wrists.

Quickly he took of the blindfold, seeing that she too was naked now. He pushed her down onto the pillows and lay on top of her, pushing his body against hers until he'd managed to get between her legs. As he claimed her mouth again with his, he thrust into her, pulling back and thrusting again, taking up an almost frantic rhythm until almost together they reached their climax with a long shuddering cry.

Absolutely spent, Starsky eased himself off the woman and lay panting by her side as she nestled lovingly into his side.

'My God Gemma, where'd ya learn to do that?' he panted when he'd gotten enough breath back to form a coherent sentence.

'I thought you'd enjoy it' she mumbled, heavy and satisfied after their lovemaking. 'A lot of men who take charge during the day like to surrender at night'.

The brunette sighed as his heart rate came back to somewhere near normal. 'Surrender? Yeah, I could surrender to you anytime' he mumbled.

She stiffened next to him, then relaxed. 'You shouldn't trust everyone Dave. Sometimes games can be dangerous' she said as she saw his eyes close and he drifted off into a satisfied sleep.