decide when and if she could do so.
“You want to do that again, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Continue washing your body. But don’t touch any of the rings.”
Disappointment and anticipation collided. But she picked up the soap, so very aware that her plan to tease him had backfired. He was sitting comfortably on the counter, while she…she was coming unglued. She wanted to touch her breasts so badly that she had to bite her lower lip to keep from asking his permission to do so.
And as her hands soaped the rest of her, she realized how easily she’d yielded control to him. She had no idea what he’d do next. What he’d ask her to do next. She hoped they would end up making love but was content to wait and let the tension build, especially when she found the unknown so completely thrilling.
She had nothing to do but think about pleasure and that in and of itself was exciting. Fallon couldn’t remember a time when she had concentrated so fully on herself. It was depraved and degenerate and erotic and exotic and she adored every second of wondering what he’d tell her to do next.
“Rinse.”
She rinsed quickly and shut off the water. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel.
He plucked it from the rack a moment before her fingers reached for it. “I’ll dry you.”
“Okay.” Finally. Her wait for him to touch her was almost over.
“But first, we need to finish hooking you up.”
“Hooking me up?”
She stood on a bath rug, soaking wet under the bright fluorescent light. Her skin glowed with the gold sparkling tattoos and the rings attached to her skin. He flicked on a warming light and walked around her once, then stopped in front of her and raised his hand. He opened his fist and she saw a ball of fine gold links.
“I’m attaching this chain to your rings.”
She sucked in her breath. He held a lot of chain in his hand but it was the deviltry in his eyes that clued her in that they wouldn’t be making love anytime soon.
“Hold still.”
He raised her hand toward her breast and her nipple hardened before he so much as touched her. But he didn’t even graze her flesh. The chain seemed to attach itself to the center ring by some kind of magnetic attraction. Then he let out the chain as if releasing a thread from a spool and the chain attached to the ring on her other nipple. With every rise and fall of her chest, the chain tugged her nipples.
And he still had lots of chain left in his hands and a bright merriment in his dark blue eyes. Within moments he’d formed the chain into a T, with the ends attached to her nipples and a long section dangled unattached between her legs.
She hadn’t thought this through. She’d known about the other rings but had forgotten about them during her shower. He was going to chain her erogenous zones together and she had no idea what to expect after that.
“Spread your legs.” He ordered. And then he knelt and waited for her to obey.
Her mouth went dry, her stomach tightened. But she opened her legs and again he attached the chain without touching her. He connected the chain to the ring in her pubic hair, then guided it downward until the ring on her clit was also linked. Just breathing shot the most lovely tension through her, tugging the hair, shooting teeny shocks to her clit and nipples.
And he wasn’t done.
“Turn around. Place your hands on the counter.”
She did as he asked, desperate for the support of the marble. She didn’t think too much about his view of her bare bottom and parted legs. How could she when each movement jiggled, teased and taunted her nerve endings?
She licked her bottom lip. “How long am I…when will you take off…”
He didn’t answer. She already knew that he would keep her in the exquisite chain until he decided it was time to release her. And she suspected nothing she said would alter her situation. She would enjoy the caresses until he decided otherwise.
“Bend over. And spread your legs
“You want to do that again, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Continue washing your body. But don’t touch any of the rings.”
Disappointment and anticipation collided. But she picked up the soap, so very aware that her plan to tease him had backfired. He was sitting comfortably on the counter, while she…she was coming unglued. She wanted to touch her breasts so badly that she had to bite her lower lip to keep from asking his permission to do so.
And as her hands soaped the rest of her, she realized how easily she’d yielded control to him. She had no idea what he’d do next. What he’d ask her to do next. She hoped they would end up making love but was content to wait and let the tension build, especially when she found the unknown so completely thrilling.
She had nothing to do but think about pleasure and that in and of itself was exciting. Fallon couldn’t remember a time when she had concentrated so fully on herself. It was depraved and degenerate and erotic and exotic and she adored every second of wondering what he’d tell her to do next.
“Rinse.”
She rinsed quickly and shut off the water. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel.
He plucked it from the rack a moment before her fingers reached for it. “I’ll dry you.”
“Okay.” Finally. Her wait for him to touch her was almost over.
“But first, we need to finish hooking you up.”
“Hooking me up?”
She stood on a bath rug, soaking wet under the bright fluorescent light. Her skin glowed with the gold sparkling tattoos and the rings attached to her skin. He flicked on a warming light and walked around her once, then stopped in front of her and raised his hand. He opened his fist and she saw a ball of fine gold links.
“I’m attaching this chain to your rings.”
She sucked in her breath. He held a lot of chain in his hand but it was the deviltry in his eyes that clued her in that they wouldn’t be making love anytime soon.
“Hold still.”
He raised her hand toward her breast and her nipple hardened before he so much as touched her. But he didn’t even graze her flesh. The chain seemed to attach itself to the center ring by some kind of magnetic attraction. Then he let out the chain as if releasing a thread from a spool and the chain attached to the ring on her other nipple. With every rise and fall of her chest, the chain tugged her nipples.
And he still had lots of chain left in his hands and a bright merriment in his dark blue eyes. Within moments he’d formed the chain into a T, with the ends attached to her nipples and a long section dangled unattached between her legs.
She hadn’t thought this through. She’d known about the other rings but had forgotten about them during her shower. He was going to chain her erogenous zones together and she had no idea what to expect after that.
“Spread your legs.” He ordered. And then he knelt and waited for her to obey.
Her mouth went dry, her stomach tightened. But she opened her legs and again he attached the chain without touching her. He connected the chain to the ring in her pubic hair, then guided it downward until the ring on her clit was also linked. Just breathing shot the most lovely tension through her, tugging the hair, shooting teeny shocks to her clit and nipples.
And he wasn’t done.
“Turn around. Place your hands on the counter.”
She did as he asked, desperate for the support of the marble. She didn’t think too much about his view of her bare bottom and parted legs. How could she when each movement jiggled, teased and taunted her nerve endings?
She licked her bottom lip. “How long am I…when will you take off…”
He didn’t answer. She already knew that he would keep her in the exquisite chain until he decided it was time to release her. And she suspected nothing she said would alter her situation. She would enjoy the caresses until he decided otherwise.
“Bend over. And spread your legs
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