Hooked Up the Game Plan by Jami Davenport, Marie Tuhart, Sandra Sookoo

late practice tonight and he’d asked her to wait for him. Heck, unless she wanted to walk home, she didn’t have much of a choice. He’d driven her to work this morning.
    Well, almost every morning in the last week. She let out a contented sigh. Being with Max again was fun and exciting, and also very satisfying. Not just from the sex, but also from having someone whom she could share her most intimate secrets with. After straightening the papers, she slipped them into her desk and pushed her chair back.
    “Not so fast, my lovely.” A deep voice said as fabric covered her eyes.
    Heart pounding, her hands automatically went to her face, but strong hands captured her wrists.
    “Oh no, you will not remove my blindfold.” The voice had changed to a softer tone, but still commanded.
    Grace exhaled. Max’s voice. She hadn't recognized it when he first spoke. Excitement flooded her veins. What was he up to?
    “You’re working late and all alone. I’ve been watching you. Now, I have you at my mercy.”
    “Please don’t hurt me.” The fantasy. He was going to make it a reality. But she’d never talked about being blindfolded.
    “If you obey me, I won’t hurt you. But act up, and you will be punished.”
    Another shiver ran over her skin. Something soft slid over her wrists. Then she heard the distinctive metal click of handcuffs. Before she could react, he pulled her to her feet.
    “Did you know I was coming? You’re wearing nice fuck me shoes.” His voice was deep and husky, signaling his arousal.
    How long had he been planning this? He’d asked her this morning to wear those particular shoes. Holding onto her bound hands, he led her out of her classroom.
    Where was he taking her? They were still at school, but it was late. She only hoped everyone had gone home. Another shiver slipped up her spine. This time apprehension was her companion.
    She strained to hear anything, or anyone. But all she heard was the click of her heels on the floor. Max tugged her to a stop. She waited, biting her lip.
    “Do you know how much you turn me on when you bite your lip?” He pulled her a few steps forward. Then a door shut. Darn the blindfold .
    He led her further before stopping once again. “God, I love those shoes, but they have to g o.” Pressure on her shoulder caused her to sit down hard . Then her right foot was lifted. He removed the shoe and caressed her instep before doing the same with the left.
    “Are you wearing pantyhose?”
    “No,” she whispered. “Nylons with a garter.” His request this morning also. Now she knew why.
    “Good.” He slid his palms up the outside of her legs, fingers caressing as they moved higher, lifting her skirt. The garters were unsnapped, and he rolled each stocking down her leg.
    Goose bumps spread over her flesh and her pussy throbbed with need. But the unknown of what was coming or if someone would find them was keeping her heart rate up and her senses on alert.
    “Now, stand up.” She rose. What was coming next?
    Something cold slipped between her clothing and her skin. A cry left her lips.
    “Shhh.” His breath caressed her face. “I just need to remove your blouse and bra.”
    A slight tug and the fabric gave way. Her breathing grew rapid. He’d cut her shirt and bra. How the hell was she going to get out of here without them? The zipper of her skirt was released and the fabric pooled at her feet.
    “Take two steps forward. Raise your feet up so you don't trip over your skirt.” Max’s voice had become deeper and harder.
    She did as he said. Oh man, he is in full Master mode . His dominant side had taken over, and she didn’t know if she should be excited or apprehensive.
    Max guided her for several more steps before stopping. Then he pushed her down until she was sitting on what felt like a padded bench.
    “Now, my sweet captive, I want you to lay back and spread your legs.”
    She hesitated.
    “I look forward to punishing you,” he whispered in her ear.
    Oh