Rough Ryder by Elizabeth Veatch, Crystal Smith Page B

up.  She thought it would lead to really intense sex, multiple orgasms, or at least that was what she had been hoping for.
                         “What were you doing tonight?”  Again he asked.
                         “Did you not hear me the first time?  Who do you think you are?  I don’t have to answer to you.”  Her voice raised a notch.
                         “You do answer to me.  Until this is over, whatever this is, you belong to me.  Now, what were you doing tonight?”
                        “You can untie me now, I won’t answer you.”
                        “Oh, you will answer me.  You will answer every question I have for you.”
                         “No.” 
                         “Okay.”  He leaned down, rustling with a bag that he had placed there earlier.  He picked it up setting it at the foot of the bed.  He began pulling out objects. 
                         A chain with clips on either end. A jar of something unfamiliar to her.  It almost looked like a jar of aloe. A tube of lube.  Her eyes grew wide when she took note of the leather handle with multiple strips of leather hanging freely. 
                        His mouth didn’t move but his eyes were smiling.  She could see them laughing at her.  Which only pissed her off further.  If she hadn’t let him restrain her, she would have walked out, got in her car and left.
                       “Let me go.”  She gritted her teeth, forcing the words out of her mouth.
                       “Later.”  Was all he said before his fingertips began caressing slowly up the inside of her legs.  Starting at her ankles, moving small circles as he moved further up.  Her legs twitched as he touched her inner knees. 
    She noticed his lips twitch as he continued north.  Reaching her inner thigh, she drew in a deep breath.  His eyes leaving hers to watch his fingers move further in.
                         “You’re beautiful.” 
                         For a moment, she almost gave in to his sweet compliment.  The utter reminder that he had a play bag between her legs kept her from melting at his touch.
                        His fingers slid over her labia, teasing her with a figure eight around her clit and entrance longing for him.
                       “You’re very wet.  I like that you respond so easy to me.”  His thumb ran down her center, over her erect nub before thrusting inside of her.  Her pussy clenched around his thumb, her head digging back, her eyes closed. 
                         “Open your eyes and watch me.”  His thumb moved in and out of her while she fought to maintain eye contact with him.  Dear God it was hard as he massaged her ever so sweet spot. 
                         “Are you ready to answer my question now?”  He asked her.  The look of being proud of himself as he felt her grow weaker by his touch made her want to play.  After all, he was playing a game.
                         “No.”  This time she returned his smile.
                         Her smile left quickly when he dropped his eyes, shaking his head.  He pulled his thumb free of her.  “This is going to be fun.”  He thrust two fingers inside her.  Moving them quickly. 
                         Her body tightened quickly around his fingers.  Bringing her right to the edge and then pulling free.  She growled at the sudden loss.  Damn him she thought.  But this time she was smart and didn’t say a word.
                        “What were you doing tonight?”  He asked.
                         She tightened her lips.