Page 127 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Her face brightened as she climbed on the bed. He almost hated to prove she was wrong. She definitely liked the idea of pleasing him. So long as it pleased her too. She was too headstrong to ever truly submit. In the past that information would have been a red flag for him. A sign for him to move on.

Right now, it was more temptation than he could resist.

He walked to the foot of the bed as Amy took the position he requested. “Open your legs.”

Again, she obeyed.

“Are you wet?”

She nodded. “Bloody oath.”

He narrowed his gaze. “You had it right before. The correct answer is ‘Yes Sir’.”

Amy hesitated, her face showing how much that little response bothered her when it wasn’t being spoken in jest. Then she licked her lips and said, “Yes Sir.”

He fought to restrain his grin. That had rubbed against the grain.

He forged on, wanting to see how far he could push her. “Lift your breasts up.”

This time she reacted without a thought. His Aussie wildcat had no inhibitions about displaying herself to him. Her breasts were firm and full, the perfect complement to her narrow waist and round hips. The term “hourglass figure” could have been coined for her.

“Pinch your nipples.”

She complied.

“Harder.”

Her fingers tightened on her own flesh. He crawled along the middle of the mattress toward her.

Amy’s gaze captured his, never wavering as he hovered over her on his hands and knees.

“Feed that pretty tit to me.”

She lifted her breast toward his mouth. Andrew sucked it in, enjoying Amy’s soft sigh. She reached up to touch him, her fingers running through his hair as she pressed him tighter to her chest.

He released her nipple with a pop. “Leave your hands on your breasts.”

Her hands lingered. She wanted to be an active participant, so it was hard for her to let got of the steering wheel. She’d never relinquish control to him. His gaze held hers, letting her know he wouldn’t touch her until she obeyed.

She dropped her hands back to her breasts slowly, lifting them up. He rewarded her with a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he resumed his place at her nipple, sucking on the tight nub until she groaned.

“God, Andrew. That feels so bloody good.”

He turned his head and administered the same treatment to the other breast as Amy held it for him. When he was able to force himself away, he leaned back on his haunches. He reached for the bag of toys he’d dropped on the edge of the bed, pulling out the nipple clamps he’d bought for her.

She sucked in a deep breath when he turned back to her, bending his head and taking her nipple into his mouth. This time he teased the nub with his teeth as well as his tongue until it was taut. She gasped when he put the first clamp on, but she didn’t complain and—thank God—didn’t use her safe word.

He repeated the motions on her other breast, then sat back to study his work.

Amy’s face was flushed. Her eyes fluttered open, her forehead crinkling at his departure. “Don’t stop. It feels good.”

He didn’t move. Instead, he let his gaze drift lower. “Open yourself up. Let me see that sweet pussy.”

She blinked rapidly. He thought for a moment she would protest his retreat. He raised his eyebrow and, once again, waited her out.

She mumbled something incoherent under her breath and he tried not to laugh. If he were at the club with one of his subs, the woman would have been turned over his knee after the first hesitation, but he was trying to prove a point to Amy about her lack of submissive tendencies. He wondered which was stronger. Her determination to win their argument or the part of her that didn’t bend its will to anyone.

“Fine,” she muttered. Her fingers drifted to her pussy. He watched as she slowly rubbed her clit, obviously intent on taking matters into her own hands…literally.