Page 111 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

A reward sounded wonderful. Hell, given how hot her punishment had left her, she felt optimistic this was going to be good.

When his lips latched to her nipple, sucking gently, she sighed. She was right. This was very good. Soon, he increased the suction until she cried out. Then he turned his attention to her other nipple, repeating the process.

Amy squeezed her legs together, the pressure in her pussy building until it was almost painful. She’d been too close before. Her body hadn’t forgotten, or forgiven him for pulling up short.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Too soon. We haven’t pushed any of those limits yet.”

“I don’t care. I need more.”

He returned to her nipple, but this time it wasn’t his lips that issued the sexy pain, it was his teeth. He nipped at her distended flesh as she groaned and tugged against the restraints. She suddenly missed the use of her hands. She wanted to press his lips and teeth against her breasts and force him to do her bidding. Then she’d push him lower, demanding he use that sexy mouth where it would do the most good.

Unfortunately, he’d left no doubt he was in control. He’d guide the play and, regardless of her wishes, she’d get what he gave her and no more.

Worst part was acknowledging it wasthat factthat was making her so freaking hot. She was powerless and reveling in it.

He left the bed and the sound that escaped her lips couldn’t be called anything other than a whimper. Jesus. Who was she tonight?

“I’m coming right back.”

Again, she heard rustling under the bed. As the mattress sank under his weight, his lips found their way to her breasts again. He certainly didn’t believe in skimping on foreplay.

Her nipples were so hard, they could cut glass.

“This will pinch.”

She started to ask what he meant, but before she could form the question, he put something on her right nipple.

She yelped at the unexpected pain. Pinch was an understatement.

“Bloody hell.”

“It’s a nipple clamp.”

She considered adding the wicked clamp to her list ofNot Bloody Likely, but—like the spanking—once the initial sting faded, the pain changed to something better. At least it did until he placed a clamp on her other nipple.

She released a pained moan, her eyelids scrunching beneath the blindfold. “God.”

He didn’t remove the clamps despite her comments, and she realized she hadn’t said the safe word. He wouldn’t acknowledge her complaints or cries until she uttered Oz. That realization was comforting. She wouldn’t have to shield her initial reactions or pretend for fear he’d stop.

As the pain in the second nipple eased, his attention seemed to drift lower.

“Open your legs, Amy.”

She’d pressed them together so tightly, she feared they’d cramp up. “I can’t. Hurts. Horny.”

Again, he ignored her protest. He gripped her knees and pulled them apart. “Leave them open or I’ll tie your ankles to the bedposts as well.”

There are more restraints on the bed?

She forced air in and out in an attempt to calm down. Her body was on system overload. At this point, he only need blow in her ear and she was in danger of going off like a frog in a sock.

The mattress shifted again under his weight. She felt him settle between her outstretched legs. She’d never considered herself a religious woman, but that didn’t stop her from praising any and every higher being known to humans.

He nipped at her clit with those wicked teeth of his. Amy squealed with surprise…and delight. When his tongue trailed along her slit, she knew she’d died and gone to heaven. God bless Chicago.

Her fantasy lover read her far too well and he used that knowledge against her. With his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers, he drove her to the edge of an orgasm, over and over again. Every time, he stopped just before she could find release.