Page 39 of The Healing Touch (Manwhore #3)

“Get your ass upstairs before I show you just how terrible I can be.” She laughed when he slapped her ass but took off for the stairs. He was slower than she was, but it didn’t matter. He’d been babying his legs and going to his physical therapy every day.

Taking Becca’s advice, he ’fessed up on social media about his legs.

As she’d pointed out, he’d barely made it through two hours of standing.

He couldn’t stand for the five-hour signing event in Texas.

He’d made a long post about it on Facebook, and much to his surprise, he’d received an outpouring of sympathy from readers and authors.

So much so, he felt stupid for thinking they’d jump ship when they found he was less than perfect.

She was in the bathroom when he finally rolled into his bedroom.

He saw the bowl of popcorn sitting on the bedside table.

Stripping, he fetched a pair of pajama bottoms out of his dresser and pulled them on before turning down his blankets and finding the remote to the TV.

He had the entire Game of Thrones series on his DVR.

He knew Becca was a sucker for fantasy novels, so he couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the series.

How she’d never read the books the series was based on, given her love for the genre, he didn’t know.

At least she wouldn’t be complaining about the show being different from the books.

He and Mason had started watching the show last year.

Mase had read the books and complained or told him what was about to happen. Complete buzzkill.

He crawled into bed, stretching out his legs.

Oliver jumped up to keep him company while Becca did whatever she did to get ready for bed.

He learned quickly not to walk in on her while she was on the toilet.

She’d thrown the entire roll of toilet paper at his head that first night.

It pissed her off to no end when she’d had to ask him to throw it back to her.

Chuckling, he leaned back and closed his eyes, ignoring Ollie, who rolled into his side. The dog usually snuck in while they were both asleep and curled up at the foot of the bed, anyway.

When Becca came out of the bathroom, she found both Dimitri and Oliver sound asleep. He must have dozed off. Poor guy. He’d had a rough couple of days, thanks to the Thai food. She’d have to remember to only eat spicy food when he wasn’t home.

She shooed Oliver out of the bed and closed the door behind him.

Becca stood there a moment, admiring the toned physique of the man who proposed to her at least three times a day, every day.

He wouldn’t be deterred. She’d found the ring in the bowl of cornflakes he’d presented her with her third day.

It was a beautiful ring, elegant and not flashy.

She hated big stones. They were so ostentatious, they tended to look gaudy.

Becca couldn’t believe he’d remembered how she felt since they’d discussed it at length for one of his books years ago.

But he remembered everything she’d ever told him right down to the smallest detail. He was a good man.

Who had blue balls.

She chuckled. He’d done his best to seduce her since she’d arrived, despite his promises not to. She hadn’t expected that promise to hold much value, anyway. He was a manwhore, after all, and sex was his favorite pastime.

An idea formed in her head, and she went into the closet and found what she was looking for right off. She collected what she needed and walked slowly back into the bedroom. If he woke up, she’d be busted, but she hoped he was tired enough the small movements she made wouldn’t disturb his sleep.

She tied the two scarves to the bedrail.

He had one of those old-fashioned ones with rails on the headboard.

Lifting one arm, she laid it against the pillow, waiting to see if he’d wake.

When he didn’t, she tied the other end of the scarf to his hand, making sure it was short enough that he couldn’t move it.

She repeated the process with his other hand.

Grinning, she stood and admired her handiwork.

He kept refusing to let her tie him up, and she kept insisting he had to before she’d let him do it to her.

What was he going to say when he woke up to find himself bound?

Tossing her night shirt off, she eased into bed in only her lacy bra and panties.

It would drive him crazy not being able to touch her in these.

Dimitri loved that she wore lace. He thought it was sexy, and Becca loved the feel of the lace, which was why she wore so much of it.

He really was a beautiful man. Rock hard abs that flaunted his six-pack, even when he wasn’t trying. Dimitri’s skin was kissed by the sun, making it gleam in the dim lighting of the bedroom. She lightly ran her fingers over his stomach, fascinated when the muscles jumped beneath her fingertips.

She rolled over on her stomach so she could taste him. Her lips traveled all the grooves in the skin of his muscled stomach. She heard him groan and looked up to see his eyes closed. Was he awake and only playing possum?

She scraped her nails over his abdomen, pressing down the slightest bit, only enough to tease him with a bite of pain. His entire body shuddered.

“I know you’re awake, asshole.”

His blue eyes opened, and he raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?”

She tickled his side, and he gasped, flinching away from her. “I just did.”

“No tickling when I can’t move. It’s not fair!”

She grinned up at him. “Precisely!”

“Why the fuck am I tied up?”

“Because I wanted you tied up.” She ran her hands over his stomach, learning the feel of him. “It’s easier to do what I want.”

“I never agreed to this.” He pulled on the ties that held him, but they didn’t give. She knew how to tie a knot, thanks to Big Jim, one of her dad’s oldest friends. He’d painstakingly taught her when she was little. He loved boats as well as motorcycles.

“I never agreed to being held still on a bathroom counter either. Goose, gander, remember?”

His eyes got all hooded as desire flooded them. “Now that you’ve got me where you want me, what are you going to do with me?”

“While you were busy in the bathroom the last two days, I did some research.” She straddled him, making sure his rapidly hardening cock was nestled right against her very aching center. “It’s so easy to find things on the internet. They even have tutorial videos.”

“What did you research?” He bucked his hips, and it caused her to rub against his cock.

“The art of the blow job.” She slid her hips back and forth across him, smiling when she pulled a moan from him. “It’s something I’ve never done before, and I wanted to be prepared.”

“Becca, don’t fucking tease a sex-starved man. It’s not nice.”

“Would I do that?” she asked innocently.

“Yes.” He ground his teeth together when she rubbed against him again.

She laughed and slid off him. She pulled his pajama bottoms down to a little above his knees to hold his legs still.

She’d researched more than blow jobs. She’d looked up a few aspects of the BDSM world, specifically restraining one’s partner.

There were some rather creative and fun ways to restrain a person.

Things she’d even think about letting Dimitri do.

Her eyes widened when she finally looked at him. Holy shit. There was no way he’d fit. He wasn’t just long, he was wide. Thick. And getting bigger. She clenched her legs against the desire that curled in her belly at the thought him pushing into her.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you, baby?” Dimitri’s whispered words brought her eyes open and back to his. “Thinking about how it’d feel to have me inside you? I can see it on your face, Krasivaya .”

“Maybe if you’re a good boy, you’ll get to know what that feels like.” She scraped her nails down his thighs and back up.

“It’s not been two weeks yet.” His eyes rolled back when she cupped his balls and squeezed. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“As you said earlier, it’s been ten days.” She got up and walked over to the mini fridge, collecting a bottle of water and an ice cube.

“What are you going to do with those?” He eyed her suspiciously, and she smiled demurely.

“It’s a surprise.”

Dimitri had no idea what she was up to, and his dick got even harder imagining all the things she could do with the water and the ice cube.

He reached for her, only to be brought up short by the bonds that held him.

He’d woken up just as she finished tying his second wrist. He’d been curious to see what she was going to do, so he’d pretended to still be asleep.

The moment her nails dug into him, though, there’d been no hiding the reaction it wrought.

“I should warn you.”

“About what?”

“I don’t have a gag reflex.”

Holy fucking hell.

She sat back down, putting the water and the ice cube to the side, and wrapped her fingers around him.

The simple touch arched his back, and he cried out.

Sweet God, but he needed to touch her, to taste her…

he yanked at the bed rail, but the knots were too tight.

He’d have to beat the bastard who taught her to tie a knot.

When her tongue slid up his length, he wasn’t expecting it, and he hissed. He watched as she got low, for better access, her ass in the air. His fingers ached to dig into those beautiful cheeks.

Her lips closed around his head. She took him in his mouth and gently sucked, her tongue swirling over the tip. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He’d had more blow jobs than he could count, but the difference was he loved Becca, needed her on a cellular level.

Her hand squeezed his shaft hard, all the while keeping up her gentle sucking. The combination was enough to make his hips buck. Fuck, where the hell did she learn to do this?

“Becca, if you keep that up, I swear to you…”

She let him fall from her lips but kept up the harsh pressure of her hand. “Hush.”