Page 92 of Blood Stone

Is that what went wrong tonight?Kate wondered. Or was the problem more fundamental?

Her attention was jerked back to the present by the touch of cold steel about her wrist and the rachetting of metal teeth. Adrian hauled on the other side of the handcuffs, pulling her arm up toward the abbreviated bedpost.

Kate shuddered in anticipation, her nipples hardening to tight, sensitive nubs.

Adrian slipped the other end of the cuff around the bedpost and fastened it. He pulled out a second cuff and spread her out on the bed, securing her to the other post.

Then, just as he had the first time he fucked her, he grabbed the waistband of her jeans in both hands and stripped them from her, belt and all, in one sweeping movement from hip to toe, taking her panties with them.

Kate sucked in a jagged breath, trying to ride out her excitement, to make it last. She had a feeling that Adrian wouldn’t let her do that, though. He was going to determine when and how she came.

And how often.

Just the idea that it wasn’t up to her made her heart race.

Adrian picked up her knees and spread her thighs wide, looking down at her exposed vulva and anus. She could feel her pussy was drenched with moisture.

He dropped a hand to his own cock and absently stroked it, studying her.

She thought she might have a heart attack, watching his big hand slide up and down his own cock, as she lay open and waiting for him. But she bit her lip, fighting to stay silent. She knew that Adrian would make her pay for speaking and now she was cuffed, she couldn’t act on the impulse to reach for him herself.

Dammit, she wanted to eat him. Fuck him. Do anything.Something, other than lie here and wait for him to decide what he was going to do to her. She couldn’t even complain about him taking his time.

She was tingling with the possibilities of what he might do next.

And what else did he have in that drawer? She hadn’t known about the handcuffs. He could have anything stashed in there…

She glanced at the drawer, estimating the size of it and how much it could hold.

Adrian grinned. “Yes, there’s more where the cuffs came from.” His voice was rich with amusement and arousal. “The drawer was empty. You clearly weren’t using it. I decided it needed a purpose.” He moved around to the side table again, pulled out the drawer and reached in. From Kate’s position on the bed, she couldn’t see into it.

He climbed onto the bed, between her spread thighs and placed something on the bed where she couldn’t see it. Then he leaned over her. His cock, still rampantly erect, brushed her cleft, pressing up against her clit. “I like you this way,” he murmured. He smiled. “I like you most ways, but this way has appeal.” He ran his tongue over her lips. “I like the idea of you helpless to stop me.”

She nearly spoke and just barely caught herself.

His eyes sparkled. “Very good,” he murmured and kissed her properly. “Let me guess. You were about to point out that in fact, you’re physically incapable of stopping me in any situation, if I put my mind to it. Hmm?”

She nodded.

“I’ve never taken an unwilling woman.” His lips trailed over her chin and down her throat, along her jaw to hover over her pulse. “You’re willing enough now. You just can’t stop me from doingexactlywhat I want. And that is to make you come so hard, you pass out.”

She laughed.

Adrian lifted his head to look at her. “I see you’ve only moved in genteel circles, Kathrine Lindenstream. Let’s change that.”

His teeth and lips fastened on her nipple, sucking hard and drawing it out, elongating it. They were already hard and sensitive, so the sudden stimulus was shocking. Kate clutched at the metal bands around her wrists, rising from the mattress, her body responding like she really had been shocked by a bolt of electricity. His teeth were scraping along the sides of her nipple, jolting her with the most delicious sensations that arrowed straight to her clit and made it throb and her pussy to pulse and weep.

His finger and thumb pinched the distended nipple, holding it taut, as he ran his tongue over the tip. That was another type of sweet friction that made her moan.

Then he replaced his finger and thumb with a clamp and tightened it.

Kate recovered her breath. There was no chain hanging from the clamp. It was a simple clip.

Then he swiped his tongue over the tip of her nipple once more and Kate sucked in her breath, groaning, as pleasure exploded through her. The clip made her nipple incredibly sensitive. She had experienced clamps and chains, but no one had used just a clip on her before. Not like this.

Adrian was toying with her clamped nipple, teasing it, stroking it. She writhed, sensation exploding through her body. The guttural moan she made felt like it ripped out the back of her throat.

Then he moved to her other breast and Kate swallowed, breathless. Even under normal circumstances, this was her more sensitive nipple…