Champagne and Bullets: Book 1 (Military Moguls) by Olivia Jaymes Page B

worry. What I did was selfish and wrong.”
    “Well, there is a way you can make it up to me.” Amanda rubbed her cheek against Seb’s broad chest.
    She wanted the heaven of a quiet mind that only Seb could give her after all that had happened.
    Seb pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled. “Anything. Name it.”
    “Make my mind peaceful again. Will you?”
    His fingers slid into her hair and massaged the scalp, drawing a contented sigh from her lips. “I will. Poor Mandy. Your brain is going a mile a minute, isn’t it? I think I have just the thing. Go into the bedroom. You know what to do.”
    She fled to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes before pulling the covers down on the bed. Kneeling on the rug at the foot of the mattress, she took several deep calming breaths to slow her heart rate. The problem was her quickening pulse wasn’t from Darby’s stunt earlier but from the thought of what Seb might or might not do to her tonight.
    She waited in the quiet until finally the sound of his firm treads on the floorboard alerted her to his arrival.
    “Good girl,” he praised. “Let’s begin.”
    Their rituals were so ingrained they came naturally to her now. She leaned forward so her knees spread wide and kissed the tip of his shoe before touching her forehead to the floor. Her body was already starting to hum as she heard him rummaging through closets and drawers but her sight was limited in the position she was in. That, she was sure, was by design.
    Anticipation flared and heat curled in her belly as she felt him draw near once more.
    “Stand at the foot of the bed, Mandy.”
    His hands helped her to her feet and she positioned herself at the end of the large four poster bed, feet flat on the floor and facing the headboard. Her hands and feet were attached to the points of the footboard with silk rope and velcro cuffs holding her in an X configuration. Her entire body was open and available, vulnerable to whatever he had planned, whatever he desired.
    Amanda could feel her mind going blissfully blank, knowing she had no decisions to make. She could simply luxuriate in the feelings and sensations of the night ahead.
    Seb didn’t say a word either, letting the silence enfold them.
    Instead he ran his rough hands all over her skin, up and down her arms, down her back, over her bottom, then up her ribcage. He paused to cup her breasts and pinch the already hard tips but then slid them down until they just brushed her pussy before rubbing her thighs, calves, and finally her ankles.
    His strong fingers wrapped around the muscles and began to knead them until she was shifting her feet and groaning with pleasure. Eventually his palms slipped up to her quivering thighs and did the same there until her legs almost gave way under her. Every now and then a finger or thumb would brush her clit, and by the time he moved his hands to her ass her inner thighs were sticky with honey and she was moaning breathlessly, begging for something but not sure what.
    He firmly massaged her backside and then suddenly pulled his hands away, only to have a palm come down sharply on an ass cheek. She jumped and pulled at her bonds, not really wanting to get away but loving the feeling of being helpless, completely in his dominant control.
    Seb spanked her bottom until it was toasty warm before reaching down to the side of the bed and bringing back a paddle, long, thick, and covered in leather. Amanda’s stomach tumbled inside of her at the thought of how that was going to feel on her already heated ass. Her fingers curled around the smooth silk of the rope and she closed her eyes as she waited for the first stroke, her pulse pounding wildly in anticipation.
    When it didn’t come, she peeked over at Seb who was simply standing there, watching her. He’d stripped off his shirt at some point and her gaze roamed over every muscled inch that he’d revealed. He was the epitome of a beautiful male. And he was all