Authors: Marie Force
“Remember your safe word?”
She nodded.
“Use it at any time. Okay?”
Because she couldn’t seem to form words, she nodded again. Her entire body vibrated with tension and desire unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, even with him. To not be able to see what he was doing to her, to be totally and completely at his mercy. . .
“Tiffany?”
“Hmm?”
“Breathe.”
She hadn’t realized she wasn’t and sucked in a deep breath.
“Okay?”
Nodding, she said, “I’m fine.”
He raised her arms over her head and snapped on the handcuffs. “Comfortable?”
Tiffany had to force herself to keep her muscles relaxed when every inch of her was on fire. “Ah, yeah, sure.”
Chuckling, he said, “I need a towel.”
She cleared her throat. “Bathroom. In the closet.”
“Don’t go anywhere.”
Even though she couldn’t leave if she wanted to, Tiffany wanted to laugh at the idea that there was anywhere she’d rather be than right here with him. With her other senses more acutely aware, she heard him go into the bathroom, open and close the cabinet, and return. When he dropped the towel on the bed next to her, the clean scent of fabric softener briefly overtook the vanilla scent of the candles.
She took a series of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
“Are you still okay?”
“Yes.”
“You aren’t scared, are you?”
“Scared? No.”
His hand landed large and warm on her leg. “What, then?”
“Curious. Nervous. Aroused.”
“Anything else?”
She shook her head. “That’s about it for now.”
He caressed her leg. “Don’t be nervous.”
“Um, okay. Whatever you say.”
His soft laughter made her smile as he used both hands to move her legs apart. “Lift your bum.”
Tentatively, Tiffany did as he asked and felt the towel slide beneath her. Listening intently, she heard him undressing. He took his own sweet time about it! Her skin tingled, and her belly quivered with nerves and eagerness to see what he would do. Right when she thought she’d go mad trying to figure out what he had planned she felt his finger trace a path from her ankle to her knee. Then it was on her thigh, making her muscles tense.
“Have you ever shaved?” he asked as he ran his finger lightly over her sex. “Here?”
Tiffany licked lips gone dry. “Bikini line. Does that count?”
“Ever shaved all of it?”
Her voice sounded squeaky when she said, “No.”
“I’ve heard,” he said, running his tongue over a painfully sensitive nipple, “that shaving makes everything feel a thousand times better for women.”
“Heard from whom?”
“People.”
“Female people?”
He surprised her when he kissed her lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“I’m
not
jealous. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Whatever you say.” His lips moved from her mouth to her neck to her breasts.
Tiffany squirmed, trying to get closer to him.
“Relax, honey. I promise you’ll get everything you need. And then some.”
“It’s that last part I’m worried about.”
“Are you? Really?”
Tiffany took a second to consider his question. “No. Not really.”
“You’d tell me if you were seriously worried or scared?”
“Yes.”
“Do you promise?”
“
Yes
,” she said, playfully exasperated even though she appreciated his concern.
He cupped her sex, his fingers pressing and teasing her. “So, what do you think about shaving?”
“
Now?
”
“Uh-huh.” His lips were soft and smooth on her belly.
She tugged on the cuffs, making them jangle. “How do you propose I shave anything when you’ve got me locked up like a prisoner?”
“I’d do it for you.”
“Oh.” Her dry throat tightened as images of him shaving her
there
ran through her mind, causing her sex to clench. Thank God she was blindfolded for this.
“Is that a yes?” He pressed harder until he encountered the rush of dampness between her legs. “Ohhh, it seems you approve of this plan.”
She laughed nervously and raised her hips, trying to encourage him to focus on where she needed him most.
He withdrew his hand. “Yes or no?”
“
Yes!
Just do it, will you?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” With a kiss to her belly, he got up from the bed.
Tiffany blew out a sharp breath and bit back the retort that hovered on the tip of her tongue. She could hear him moving around, making preparations. The water came on in the bathroom and then turned off. She felt the mattress dip when he returned.
“Why are your legs closed?”
Tiffany hadn’t realized she’d closed them.
With his hands on her legs, he gently pushed them apart, caressing the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. “You can’t move, okay?”
“Okay.”
He pressed a warm compress to the area he planned to shave. The next thing she heard was shaving cream leaving the can, which she realized he’d brought with him with this in mind. Knowing he’d put so much thought into this gave her racing mind even more to think about as her already sensitized skin reacted immediately to the cool menthol cream.
“Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
With one hand on her thigh, he held her still as he dragged the razor from bottom to top. The sensation was so titillating and arousing, that she had to force herself to remain still. “Almost done.”
“What happens then?”
“I’ll show you how amazing it feels.”
“How will you do that?”
He wiped the area with the warm cloth.
She felt him shift on the bed.
“I’ll start with my tongue.”
Chapter 12
Tiffany hadn’t expected it to feel all that different. However, the second his tongue connected with her freshly shaven skin, she nearly came undone. “Oh,
wow
,” she said, gasping from the riot of sensations that erupted from her core. “
God
.”
“I take it you approve?”
Moaning, she raised her hips, silently begging for more. When he didn’t immediately comply, a tortured-sounding “please” escaped from her lips.
Chuckling softly, he sucked and teased her into a series of orgasms that seemed to go on forever. When she returned from the dazzling journey, he was poised between her legs, his erection nudging at her tingling core.
“I want to see you,” she said. Her voice sounded rough and hoarse, as if she’d been screaming. Maybe she had been. She couldn’t say for sure. “And touch you.”
He removed the blindfold and then the cuffs.
Tiffany stretched her arms and then curled them around him, gazing up at him.
He stared down at her, intensely focused, which only made her want him more. She’d never been the subject of such intense focus, and it was a huge turn-on.
“
Now
, Blaine.” With her hands on his back and then his backside, she urged him to take her.
However, he wasn’t done torturing her. Rather than take what she offered so blatantly, he bent his head and sucked hard on her nipple. “Not quite yet.” He sucked her nipple between his teeth and made her whimper from the arousing combination of pain and pleasure. “Turn over.”
“Blaine…”
“Just do it.”
She looked up at him. “Will I get a turn to be in charge?”
“Any time you want, baby. Just not tonight.”
Reluctantly, she turned onto her belly and waited to see what he would do. She kept her eyes closed and focused on breathing while she could. She’d learned to expect him to steal the breath from her lungs.
When she heard him rustling around with the items on the bedside table, she had to force her eyes to remain closed. His hands were suddenly on her back, gliding and smoothing over her tense muscles as the citrusy aroma of the massage oil he’d bought at the store filled her senses.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Mmm.” All the tension seemed to leave her body as she drifted on a cloud of contentment. “So good.”
As he worked his way down her back, she felt the hard press of his erection against her bottom.
She raised her hips and pressed against him, hoping he’d take the hint that she was more than ready. Once again, he ignored her signals and continued with his own agenda.
Groaning, she said, “You’re out to torture me tonight, aren’t you?”
“The way I see it, I’m torturing myself and pleasuring you.”
“How’s that?”
“You’ve gotten to come—a couple of times. I haven’t.”
“Oh,” she said, swallowing. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Laughing softly, he continued to slide his hands over her back, moving lower with every sweep. When he turned his full focus to her bottom, the breath caught in her throat and every nerve ending in her body stood up to take notice. She’d had no idea that was such an erogenous zone.
“Breathe,” he said in the sexy voice that was a turn-on all by itself.
Tiffany sucked in a greedy deep breath.
“Keep breathing.” His talented fingers kneaded her cheeks, delving into the cleft between them and setting off a whole new riot of reaction throughout her body.
She clutched the pillow so tightly her fingers ached while she focused on drawing air to her starving lungs. She’d had no idea—no idea at all—that sex could be so all-consuming. Nothing in her past with Jim had prepared her for such an inventive, creative, thoughtful, sexy lover.
He leaned away from her, reaching for something on the bedside table.
The next thing she knew, he was urging her onto her knees and arranging her so her bottom was in the air.
Tiffany was both mortified and wildly curious at the same time. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard him rip open a condom and roll it on and was filled with relief to know he was finally getting to the main event. She braced herself for his entry.
“Relax and let me in.”
Right
, Tiffany thought.
Easy enough
.
He teased and coaxed his way in, and from the tingle and heat his entry generated, she realized he’d used the lube that heated on contact. Later, when she was able to piece together a coherent thought or two, she’d have to think about how the product made the experience even more exciting than it would’ve been otherwise. Right now, however, she was hardly thinking like a businesswoman.
“
Blaine
…”
His hands came around to cup her breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples. “What, baby? Tell me. How does it feel?”
“I need to come.
Please
.”
“You got it.” Grasping her hips, he pressed himself against her opening, pushing and retreating, urging her to yield to him.
“Relax, baby. It’s okay. Let me in.”
Her entire focus was on the burn and stretch of sensitive tissues as he worked his way into her. And then he rolled the tight bundle of nerves at her core between his fingers, and she came in a burst of light and heat so intense she wondered if she would survive the flight. In the throes of the most astonishing orgasm of her life, he hammered into her, taking her higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go. She floated back down to find him still lodged deep within her, pulsing with his own release. His heart beat so hard and so fast, she could feel it against her back as he sucked in one deep breath after another. When he began to withdraw from her, she stopped him.
“Not yet,” she said, gripping the hand he’d laid on her belly. “Not yet.” As they lay pressed together in a sweaty, pulsating mess, it occurred to Tiffany that she’d had no business opening a sex-toy shop without having the first clue about what toys brought to the act. It would take her days, maybe weeks, to process the impact of this man and the reactions he’d managed to coax from her body.
“What’re you thinking?” His lips were soft against her shoulder.
Her overly sensitive skin erupted in goose bumps from that simple caress.
“That I’m glad I let you talk me into trying out some of the stuff from the store.”
His chuckle rumbled through him, making his chest hair rub against her back.
Tiffany had never felt more in tune with another human being, except for Ashleigh, but that was different. Very, very different from the overwhelming emotions she’d experienced with him.
“I take it that means you approve.”
She nodded. “I read every word that came with each item and felt like I could talk intelligently about them to my customers. But now…”