Page 112 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“You bloody bastard,” she screamed when he pulled away for the fifth time. Her wrists were sore from fighting against the restraints. She didn’t want her freedom as much as she wanted to beat the hell out of him.

“Sweet talking will get you nowhere.”

“Fuck me. Now. I mean it.”

He chuckled. “Ask me nicely.”

Sweat trickled from her brow along her hairline.

“You do realize I’m going to kill you the second you take these straps off my wrists.”

Clearly he was undeterred. He gripped her breast and told her to hold her breath. She opened her mouth to ask why, but just then, he released the clamp.

She screamed as the sensation of needles piercing flesh assailed her. Tears formed in her eyes but the blindfold quickly absorbed the moisture.

He soothed the pain away with soft kisses, his tongue caressing the wounded tip. Her head was dazed, her body overwhelmed by his continual sensual assaults. She’d never realized pain, when paired with pleasure, could be such a heady aphrodisiac. She wanted more.

“Ready for the second?”

She nodded slowly, preparing herself for the onslaught. While the removal of the second clamp was just as painful, she was able to tolerate it better, her body anticipating its delicious reward. He didn’t disappoint her as he eased the pain with his talented mouth.

Once the sweet agony passed, he removed the blindfold. She struggled to adjust to the bright moonlight. Then he unfastened the restraints around her wrists. She lowered her arms slowly, gaze never leaving his face as she tried to anticipate his next move.

Laugh lines formed around his eyes. “If you’re still planning to kill me, do it now. Otherwise, roll over and lift your ass in the air again.”

She didn’t even feign annoyance. She was too far gone, putty in his hands. She twisted beneath him, anxious for more. She started when his hands touched her sore arse, expecting him to spank her for her threats.

Instead, he bent lower and placed a kiss on one of her buttocks. “Your ass is gorgeous.”

She laughed until he pressed her legs apart and ran his hand along her slit once more. His fingers lingered around her anus and she bit her lip. That was uncharted territory for her, though it wasn’t due to a lack of interest on her part. She’d had one somewhat serious boyfriend in her life, Kyle, and he’d considered “backdoor” activities disgusting.

Marc and Keith had laughed their arses off when she’d shared that tidbit with them one night after too many shots of Bundy. Then they’d told her to dump the uptight dickhead. She’d scoffed at their suggestion, but the next day, hungover from the rum, she’d followed their advice and broken things off. Since then, she’d lived a life more celibate than a nun’s, wondering at least a million times a day if boring, vanilla sex with Kyle was preferable to no sex at all. She decided against Kyle every time.

Her sexy stranger wiggled his finger against her tight opening, bringing her thoughts back to the present. “You said yes as long as we use lots of lube.”

When they’d discussed limits, she’d thought he was just jerking her chain a bit, trying to get a rise out of her and having some fun at her expense. Apparently not. So far, he’d made good on the spanking, the nipple clamps and the bondage. She wasn’t sure how much more her overwrought body could take.

“Um. Crap. Oz. Just for a second. Oz.”

He leaned back on his haunches as she sat up to face him. His face was more understanding than she’d expected. Truthfully, she was afraid he’d be angry with her.

“Sorry,” she said softly.

He grasped her hand. “Not a problem, Amy. I warned you before we started, you make me want more. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

“It’s not that. Bloody hell. Tonight’s ranking up there as my single greatest sexual experience and I haven’t even come yet.”

He laughed. “What’s wrong with the men in Australia?”

“Nothing. I mean, they’re okay blokes.”

“I love your accent.”

She shrugged. “It’s alright.”

He shifted, sitting as he tugged on her hand, dragging her closer until she was straddling his thighs. His erect cock rested tightly against the seam of her pussy.

Helllloooo, Mr. Wiggly.