Electric! (11 page)

If he intended to magnify that raw sensuality he’d awaken
within her, she could hardly balk at that.

Right?

“Okay,” she said, forging a bit more sexual bravery she’d
not discovered within herself until last night.

She could totally do this.

She
wanted
to do this.

She would do this.

“Tie me up, Chase.”

* * * * *

Chase groaned. He hadn’t suffered a moment’s hesitation when
he’d selected all of the items currently laid out on the bed. He’d glanced
around the lingerie shop and had instantly decided it was time to fulfill the
most scorching of fantasies he’d had about Cassidy.

Her initial reticence had concerned him, but he’d been
expecting that. She had her reservations about all things sexual, he’d learned.
Until, that was, she reached a comfort level. A certain groove where she let go
of her inhibitions and literally turned herself over to him.

They’d experienced that last night, when he’d been wholly
forthcoming about how he’d wanted her…and she’d acquiesced. He really hadn’t
expected her to let him fuck her from behind, doggy-style, and yet she’d
totally gotten into it.

Chase knew he could get her going again tonight, with the
stuff he’d bought. Especially if she understood he wasn’t looking to dominate
her. He wanted her to embrace her sexuality and give in to it. She’d been too
mired in her fear of being eclipsed by a man for too long.

Chase didn’t want to eclipse her. He wanted to set her free.

He wanted to set her on fire.

He wanted to give her the license to revel in and enjoy her
sexuality. With him. A man who
really
saw her, and wanted to help her
achieve a little something more.

More eroticism, more sensuality, more intensity when it came
to her emotional and physical responses.

Chase stood and placed his wineglass on the end table. He
took hers as well and set it aside. Then he gently gripped her hand and tugged
her from the bed.

He kissed her softly at first. Perhaps in an attempt to
placate her. But the sizzling sensation that ripped through him had him
deepening the kiss. He hauled her against him, absorbing the feel of her
luscious body crushed against him, all her enticing curves conforming to his
hard muscles.

There was nothing about Cassidy that didn’t turn him on, but
her willingness to experiment totally did him in.

As their kiss went on and on, he unzipped her sweater and
stripped it off. Her bra quickly followed. Then he unfastened her jeans. He
hated breaking their kiss, but he wanted her naked, save for the purple
G-string he’d bought her. He removed her boots and the rest of her clothes and
then handed the panties to her.

She said, “Nice color selection.”

“Thought they’d complement your creamy complexion and dark
hair. Your amber eyes.”

She slipped them on and gazed up at him, clearly fighting a
bout of nerves.

He grinned and said, “You are so stunning.” Then he kissed
her again.

Chase was already hard and in need of her. It’d be hell to
keep from fucking her before he’d given her three or four orgasms, but he was
definitely a man on a mission.

Pulling away from her, he snatched the purple-satin tie,
evened up the ends and then pressed the middle section to her chest. He
crisscrossed it in back and gave her one end to hold while he twined the other
line of satin down her arm.

“Hold this piece now,” he instructed in a low voice. His
excitement was already getting the best of him. He coiled the material down her
other arm and then tied both ends at her wrists, binding her securely with a
double-knotted bow.

He took in the vision before him. “Damn, you turn me on.”

His entire body tensed and fire blazed through him.

Cassidy nibbled her lower lip in a sexy way, then said,
“Guess I don’t get to enjoy the rest of my wine.”

He reached for her glass and held it as she sipped. Then he
set it aside and gave her another searing kiss. His hands skimmed along her
back and then gently gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading. Her bare
breasts nestled below the hard ledge of his pectoral muscles, her chest rising
and falling quickly against his. Her bound hands in front kept their bodies
from completely melding together. If he’d left her some wiggle room at the
wrists, she could have turned one hand and palmed his erection.

Good thing he’d tied her up nice and tight. If she touched
him, their sexy fun would be over before they even got started, he was that
aroused.

Dragging his mouth from hers, his lips trailed over her jaw
and down her throat. He nipped at her skin, making her squirm. His hands moved
from her ass and he cupped her breasts, massaging them with a bit of pressure
that brought heat to her eyes. Sweeping the pads of his thumbs over her hard
nipples caused her cheeks to flush. He bent his head to her chest and flicked
his tongue across one puckered peak. Then he suckled. She gasped.

“I want your nipples harder than ever before,” he murmured
against the dusky rose-colored bud.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth again, gently scraping
it with his teeth before teasing it with his tongue.

She let out a sharp moan.

“Chase.”

He raised his head and adrenaline shot through him at her
smoldering look.

“Turning you on?” he asked.

“Goes without saying.”

“Excellent.”

He caressed her breasts, then tugged playfully on the hard
centers until they were enlarged and rosy.

Shifting slightly away, he gathered the nipple clamps and
adjusted them, using his pinkie finger to make sure they were secure but not
too tight. Pain wasn’t the purpose of this fantasy. He wanted the clips to
stimulate her, though, so he kept them tight enough that they wouldn’t slip.

He moved in to attach them, but she took a small step back.

“Wait.”

He gazed down at her. She gnawed her lip again.

“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

“You’ll feel a little pinch. Like when I use my finger and
thumb to roll your nipple.”

She let out a long sigh. “That feels damn good, Chase.”

With a grin, he said, “I think you’ll like this too.”

He carefully attached the first clamp.

“Oh!” The word seemed to leap from her throat. Sounding
neither painful…nor comfortable. More like…surprisingly aroused.

“Okay to do the other one?” he asked.

She nodded, her eyes glowing with excitement.

So, Cassidy Reynolds secretly liked a bit of kink. That was
hot.

He applied the other clip, knowing the tiny weight embedded
at the end of one of the feathers would cause the clamps to tug slightly on her
nipples, keeping them rock-hard.

And speaking of that… Chase’s cock strained against the fly
of his jeans. It throbbed in incessant beats that amped him further.

Cassidy was an erotic sight, bound in purple satin, the
black feathers dangling against her smooth porcelain skin. Her dark-brown hair
tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in plump curls. Her parted lips
were moist and tempting.

The vision before him was enough to get him off. But Chase
had so much more in mind…

He kissed her, then turned her toward the chair in the
corner. He guided her to lean forward and clutch the back of the chair with her
hands. Lifting one of her legs, he got her to rest her foot on the seat
cushion. Her back arched, thrusting her ass in the air. The feathers hung from
her nipples, swaying softly with her breathing.

A primal growl ripped from his lips.

This was so much better than his fantasy, and it’d been a
doozy. He could jack off in a heartbeat in the shower just by imagining Cassidy
all tied up and wanting him. The reality was mind-meltingly better. It was a
wonder he didn’t explode just from the visual alone.

Tearing his gaze from her—no easy feat—he removed the whip
from the box and spritzed some of the toy cleaner on the black leather strips.
He ducked into the bathroom to run a towel over the whip and then returned to
the chair where Cass waited anxiously, if her rapid breathing were any
indication.

That she hadn’t moved an inch spurred him on even more.

Biting back a wicked grin, he dragged the ends of the
leather strips over her shoulder and down her spine. A whisper of a touch
against her skin. When he reached her ass, he flicked gently.

Her body jolted. She moaned softly. Chase no longer held his
grin in check.

He nipped carefully at the other cheek with the whip.
Cassidy’s body vibrated, making her legs a bit shaky.

Chase kept up the flicking, teasing her flesh and turning it
the faintest shade of pink. She moaned again in delight and then let out a
squeal as the ends of the whip rapped softly against her pussy lips.

“Chase,” she said on a rush of desire. “You could make me
come without your hands or mouth even touching me.”

“Feels that good?”

“Yes.” Her voice was sensual and provocative.

Chase kept at it, with measured beats against her inner
thighs, the backs of her legs, her pussy.

When his attention returned to her ass, she ground out, “Harder,
Chase. Not much, but… A little harder is okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, babe.”

“It doesn’t hurt. It stings, but in a good way. Christ,
Chase. I am so wet.”

He wanted proof. So he tucked the handle of the whip into
the waist of his jeans at the small of his back and then gripped the delicate
string at her hip. One swift yank and the skimpy G-string shredded. He did the
same to the other side and let the panties drop to the floor.

Her lips were swollen and dewy. Chase gave her more of what
she wanted until she was panting loudly and wiggling her ass.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, he dropped the whip and
knelt behind her. He spread her lips with his fingers and licked along the
moist flesh, tasting her, smelling her, reveling in her.

She groaned. “Chase, I am
so
close to coming.”

His hands spread her cheeks and he suckled her clit. She
cried out. His tongue pressed into her opening and flitted against her skin.

“Oh God,” she panted. “Yes, Chase. Just like that. Lick my
pussy. Make me come.”

Where the dirty talk came from, he had no idea—but Chase
liked it!

He could barely keep himself from ripping open the buttons
of his fly and thrusting his cock into her. He desperately wanted to be buried
to the hilt, pounding furiously. But he retained his current focus.

Tonguing her clit with vigor, he sent her into a maelstrom
of heated moans and heavy breathing. Tremors rocked her body and then, when he
sucked the tiny knot of nerves into his mouth, she erupted, screaming his name
and shaking from head to toe.

He had a steady grip on her and helped to keep her somewhat
stable as he continued to pleasure her, prolonging her climax.

Eventually she shifted and knelt on the cushion, her breath
coming in labored pulls.

Chase kissed his way up her spine and rubbed her shoulders.

“You okay?” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded. “That was unbelievable. I swear to God I felt
the sensations throughout my entire body. Even my head buzzed. My toes curled.
My nose tingled. Jesus, Chase. I’m still on fire.” Glancing at him over her
shoulder, she said, “Fuck me while I’m all worked up. That orgasm was not
enough.”

There was a hint of desperation in her eyes that tugged at
him. He’d released all of that pent-up passion she’d kept tightly bound inside
her. How ironic he’d done it by…binding her.

“Come on,” he said as he helped her out of the chair. They
crossed to the bed and he shoved aside the rest of the stuff she’d laid out.
She sprawled over the mattress at an angle and he admired the view once again.

“Want me to untie you?” he asked.

“No.” She smiled softly. It lit her eyes. “I want more,
Chase. I know you said you weren’t wholly into the bondage thing, but surely
you’ve got a few more tricks up your sleeve.”

He grunted. “I’ve definitely got a few more ideas. You
inspire wicked thoughts, babe.”

“Who would have thought?”

“Me.”

She stared at him a few moments, emotion swirling in her
amber irises. “I’m starting to think it’s good that you see things about me I
don’t.”

“Sometimes that’s what it takes. Another person to believe
in what you’re capable of and to help you realize what you really want. What
you might be missing out on.”

She swallowed hard, then told him, “For argument’s sake,
let’s say the whole dating thing works out for us. You’ll keep the sash and
whip, right?”

He chuckled. “And the nipple clamps?”

With a lusty sigh, she said, “There’s an erratic pulse deep
inside me, throbbing crazily. I firmly believe it’s there because of the nipple
clamps.”

“Well, I’ll have to find a suitable substitute for keeping you
aroused, because I have to take them off now. Something about cutting off blood
flow, I read… I think you’ve had them on long enough.”

He carefully removed them. She winced. His brows shot up.

“Little sensitive,” she said. “But I did like the pinching.
They weren’t very tight. I’m surprised they stayed on.”

He kissed her. Against her lips, he muttered, “Maybe next
time I’ll get you the vibrating ones.”

She writhed beneath him. “Okay.”

Chase’s fingers grazed her wrists. “All good here?”

“Definitely not tight enough to cut off circulation or
anything. I’ll survive a while longer.”

“Just a tiny bit more,” he warned. “We’re not experts here.
I wanted fun, sexy and safe. Not fun, sexy and a trip to the emergency room.”

She laughed. “How much shock would we incite at work with a
rumor about my extreme orgasms sending me to the hospital?”

“Extreme?” He kissed her again. “Baby, I haven’t gotten
there
yet.”