wider. I need to make sure every ring is attached precisely where it will do the most good.”
The most good?
Oh…she…could barely hold still. The cool chain on her hot flesh made her feel wicked and vulnerable. Talk about yanking her chain. She couldn’t wait for him to do so.
He knelt again and she closed her eyes as she imagined him looking at her bottom and between her now practically hairless legs. As if he were bent on making her squirm even more, he demanded, “Look at yourself in the mirror. And think about how you are letting me chain you because you want me to.”
She forced her eyes open, wondering how he’d known that she’d closed them. He was between her legs, seeing everything, attaching the chain to…“Ah…oh…not…there,” she whispered.
“Tell me you want this chain.”
She hesitated and he tugged the chain. Pure sensation arched across her most sensitive places. And so help her, she did want this.
“Say it.”
“I want the chain.”
“For how long?” He was testing her.
“For as long as you want me to wear it.”
He laughed and drew the chain between her legs, up between her buttocks, the contact points of her sensitive flesh already sizzling. The chain split and formed a vee over her hips and he hooked it back around the front to her nipples.
He straightened as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were too big, her mouth lush and wanton. She looked as if she’d just tumbled out of bed all satisfied. Only she’d had no satisfaction. The damn man had yet to touch her. But his every breath kindled embers and jangled and reverberated through her. She could think of nothing but her breasts aching for his touch, of the ring that tugged her clit and sparked her desire.
“I will dry you now.”
She began to straighten and stand.
He swatted her bottom. “I didn’t tell you to move.” The sting of his palm was nothing compared to the tug of the chain on the rings. It was if he’d plucked them all at once and the electric tension elicited a soft moan from the back of her throat. She’d never felt anything so absolutely delicious in her life.
She wanted him to swat her again. Instead he took the towel and began to dry her. Never once did he let his hand touch her flesh, careful to keep the thick terry between them. But every single smoothing of her flesh jarred the chains and she shivered uncontrollably.
She told herself that when she stood, the chain would go slack and the sensations wouldn’t be so stimulating. However, as he dried her bottom and between her legs, she raised up her toes and arched her spine. When she realized what she was doing, she groaned.
If she didn’t get a grip, he’d soon have her begging. Just as she was beginning to think that she’d allowed him too much control over her, he rubbed the towel between her legs. And she exploded, the orgasm so powerful, she spasmed and gyrated, which caused tugging on her nipples and clit and the sensitive skin between her cheeks. Without even one moment to take a breath, she came again. Pleasure such as she’d never known rolled over her.
No way could she hold still. But Kane had stood,placed his feet between hers, preventing her from closing her legs. And as she exploded, he kept caressing her with the towel, tugging the chain.
Powerful orgasms kept roaring through her, crashing over her. She thrashed and tried to buck and still he held her firm, cradling her with one arm, his breath in her ear, her chain wringing her dry.
And when she collapsed, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. She would not faint. She wanted to remember him holding her tenderly in his arms. She wanted to remember pressing her cheek to his chest and the feel of his solid heartbeat by her ear. She wanted to remember every detail of the entire lusty experience. Refusing to give in to the roaring in her ears or the narrowing of her vision, she fought to remain conscious with all her willpower.
And inch by inch she took
The most good?
Oh…she…could barely hold still. The cool chain on her hot flesh made her feel wicked and vulnerable. Talk about yanking her chain. She couldn’t wait for him to do so.
He knelt again and she closed her eyes as she imagined him looking at her bottom and between her now practically hairless legs. As if he were bent on making her squirm even more, he demanded, “Look at yourself in the mirror. And think about how you are letting me chain you because you want me to.”
She forced her eyes open, wondering how he’d known that she’d closed them. He was between her legs, seeing everything, attaching the chain to…“Ah…oh…not…there,” she whispered.
“Tell me you want this chain.”
She hesitated and he tugged the chain. Pure sensation arched across her most sensitive places. And so help her, she did want this.
“Say it.”
“I want the chain.”
“For how long?” He was testing her.
“For as long as you want me to wear it.”
He laughed and drew the chain between her legs, up between her buttocks, the contact points of her sensitive flesh already sizzling. The chain split and formed a vee over her hips and he hooked it back around the front to her nipples.
He straightened as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were too big, her mouth lush and wanton. She looked as if she’d just tumbled out of bed all satisfied. Only she’d had no satisfaction. The damn man had yet to touch her. But his every breath kindled embers and jangled and reverberated through her. She could think of nothing but her breasts aching for his touch, of the ring that tugged her clit and sparked her desire.
“I will dry you now.”
She began to straighten and stand.
He swatted her bottom. “I didn’t tell you to move.” The sting of his palm was nothing compared to the tug of the chain on the rings. It was if he’d plucked them all at once and the electric tension elicited a soft moan from the back of her throat. She’d never felt anything so absolutely delicious in her life.
She wanted him to swat her again. Instead he took the towel and began to dry her. Never once did he let his hand touch her flesh, careful to keep the thick terry between them. But every single smoothing of her flesh jarred the chains and she shivered uncontrollably.
She told herself that when she stood, the chain would go slack and the sensations wouldn’t be so stimulating. However, as he dried her bottom and between her legs, she raised up her toes and arched her spine. When she realized what she was doing, she groaned.
If she didn’t get a grip, he’d soon have her begging. Just as she was beginning to think that she’d allowed him too much control over her, he rubbed the towel between her legs. And she exploded, the orgasm so powerful, she spasmed and gyrated, which caused tugging on her nipples and clit and the sensitive skin between her cheeks. Without even one moment to take a breath, she came again. Pleasure such as she’d never known rolled over her.
No way could she hold still. But Kane had stood,placed his feet between hers, preventing her from closing her legs. And as she exploded, he kept caressing her with the towel, tugging the chain.
Powerful orgasms kept roaring through her, crashing over her. She thrashed and tried to buck and still he held her firm, cradling her with one arm, his breath in her ear, her chain wringing her dry.
And when she collapsed, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. She would not faint. She wanted to remember him holding her tenderly in his arms. She wanted to remember pressing her cheek to his chest and the feel of his solid heartbeat by her ear. She wanted to remember every detail of the entire lusty experience. Refusing to give in to the roaring in her ears or the narrowing of her vision, she fought to remain conscious with all her willpower.
And inch by inch she took
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