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Kara slapped a hand over her racing heart and looked at Simon’s face for the first time since she had entered the room. He was…smiling. A complete shit-eating grin that made her relax slightly and examine the situation. Holy hotness, the man was sexy as sin. All four of his limbs were bound and there was nothing on the bed except his body and the black silk fitted sheet beneath him. The black boxers were new, one of her many Valentine gifts to him this year, and they molded over his erection perfectly.
His erection? Simon was actually aroused? How was that possible? With his history, the things that had happened to him, how could he do this without emotional pain and distress? Searching Simon’s face for any sign of discomfort, she found…none. His eyes were hot, devouring her, without a trace of unease.
“How did you do this? How is it possible to put yourself into these things?” All four of his limbs were bound snugly, judging by the lack of give when she had been yanking on them.
“Sam,” Simon answered in a disgruntled voice. “I think the bastard enjoyed making them as tight as possible.”
Slapping a hand over her mouth, Kara tried to stop a delighted giggle from escaping her lips…and failed. “Your brother did this?”
“I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. I wanted to be naked, but he insisted that I cover my family jewels so he wouldn’t go blind,” Simon answered, unhappy.
Oh God, Kara would have given anything to seethatevent while it was taking place. She could only imagine Sam tying his brother to a bed, insisting that he cover his privates. Sam didn’t know all of Simon’s secrets, so he had probably just considered the situation odd, something he could tease his little brother about eternally, rather than finding it alarming. “I can’t believe you did this.” She plucked the heart from his palm and tore it up, throwing the tiny pieces over her shoulder. “Wish granted. But I already trust you completely, Simon. I told you it was hormones. And I’ve done some thinking. I realize now how my actions could have seemed like rejection or doubt to you, but it was my issue, not yours.”
“I wanted to make sure you trusted me. Now touch me before I go insane,” he insisted, his dark eyes demanding.
Kara looked at him, her breath catching as she drank in the sight of him, completely laid out for her pleasure. Simon was like a leashed tiger ready to pounce. Having him bound was heady, erotic. He was all rippling muscle and dark pleasure. And she was dying to touch him, and stroke that golden skin. “You are the sexiest man on the planet.” Her voice was husky, aching with desire.
“I think you need your eyes examined. I’ve always thought so. I have scars, sweetheart. Ugly scars.”
Yes. Simon had scars, a testament of his strength and courage. Kara would never find them unappealing or ugly. “Like a dark warrior, the hero of my dreams.”
She reached out and ran her palm down his chest, tracing each scar with her finger and bending to lave them with her tongue.
“You’re crazy,” he groaned, straining against the arm restraints.
“You make me that way,” she retorted with a laugh, continuing to tongue his chest, nibbling lightly at one nipple, cupping his silk-clad cock with her other hand.
Having Simon at her mercy was novel, and completely enticing. Coming to her knees, she shrugged out of her robe, nearly forgetting her hidden gift to Simon in her eagerness to touch him.
“Holy shit. What are you wearing?” Simon’s voice was tortured, and she smiled at him, a naughty, seductive smile.
“Another Valentine gift for you.” It was the raciest item she had ever worn for Simon, and that was saying something, because he loved sexy lingerie. Simon usually appreciated it briefly before he tore it from her body. The red babydoll dress was nothing but wisps of fabric with spaghetti straps. The top barely covered her nipples and the tiny strips of fabric surrounding her belly were transparent. The panties were barely-there, leaving her ass exposed and her pussy only partially covered. “Of course, I had to shave. Completely. These panties don’t cover much.”
Simon gulped, his eyes hot and wild as they raked her body possessively. “Completely…bare?” He choked out the last word, his voice hoarse. “You weren’t earlier.”
Tossing the robe on the floor, she turned to him, running a finger over the outline of his engorged cock. “I had to do it when I put it on. Right before you took me upstairs to play my new game. It’s wonderful, Simon. I think you should release it.”
“For Christ sake, release it. I’m ready to explode,” he grumbled, his breath becoming heavy.
“I wasn’t talking about your cock, silly. I was referring to the game.” She chuckled as she liberated him, watching his length spring free as she lowered the elastic of the boxers.
“Don’t give a shit about the game right now,” he huffed.
The computer game left Kara’s mind completely as she touched him. Her hand wrapped around his silken member as she bent to kiss him, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest. His tongue thrust into her mouth as his hips lifted in response to her firm grip on his rod. Simon kissed her like a man possessed and she answered him with an equal passion, while her hand caressed the part of him that she was dying to have inside her. But that could wait. Simon had done this for her and she was determined to make it pleasurable for him. Extremely pleasurable. She meant to prod her caveman before she gave into her own urges.
Releasing his mouth, she knelt beside him, still stroking his velvet cock, taking her time to run her hands over every inch of his body. She might never get this opportunity again and she wanted to touch. “I’m having a craving,” she told him in a sultry voice as she released him and slid from the bed.
“Kara. Get back here.” His voice was both pleading and insistent.
Kara dashed to the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream. Shaking it sensually, she tipped her head back and opened her lips, squirting a stream of sweet cream into her mouth. “Mmmm…delicious,” She licked her lips, swallowing the frothy confection. Simon’s dark, dangerous look as he watched her, mesmerized, nearly broke her. “There’s only one thing that would taste better exploding into my mouth right now. Something I crave.” She crawled across the bed, between Simon’s bound legs.
“Kara.” His voice was a warning, one that she didn’t heed.
She dabbed the white fluff onto his ripped abdomen, his thighs, and finally all over his bulging cock.
She lapped at his abdomen first, enjoying the sweet taste of whipped cream, tracing every hard, vigorously contracting muscle.
Simon jerked on his restraints, groaning, “Kara. I’ll make you pay for this.”