Under His Spell by Jade Lee, Kathy Lyons Page A

Her nipples tightened in reaction. In fact, her entire body clenched at the icy feel.
    Then it was abruptly gone to be replaced by a curling heat through her groin. His tongue, she realized, stroking. Warming. Thick and long as he tongued her flesh to life again. Then harder and pointy as he swirled around her clit.
    After the frigid cold, this was incredible. Her body tensed, her belly tightened. She was building fast to orgasm. Just one more…
    Ice hit her clit. Not the steady stream of water, but a square-shaped ice cube, pressed right against her flesh. She yelped and recoiled, but it didn’t help. He followed her, neither moving the hard form against her to push her over the orgasmic edge nor easing it away to keep the cold from numbing everything. At least it was melting.
    And while her thoughts were still on the slowly shrinking cube of ice, she felt his mouth on her nipple. She hadn’t even realized he’d moved until the suction began on her breast. He was tonguing her, warming her torso while part of her remained ice-cold. The dichotomy was surprisingly exciting. Hot and cold. Bound and free. And alive. So very alive. As if every nerve in her body was hyperalert, ready for any sensation—every sensation!—to explode across her mind.
    He stopped with her right breast, leaving it puckered and wet. The cold on her nipple was a dim echo of the cold below. The ice had fallen away or melted completely—she didn’t know. She didn’t really care. It was all glorious sensation.
    And then there was more.

10
    “N ICKY ,” HE WHISPERED. His lips were right by her ear, and his heated breath fluttered her hair deep enough to warm her scalp.
    “Yes, master?”
    “Nicky, I’m going to ask you some questions now. If you answer honestly, you’ll get a reward. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, master.”
    “And even more important, I want you to remember these questions, okay? I’d like to talk to you about them later. After…well, after tonight, if you want.”
    “Yes, master.”
    He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. The movement was so abrupt that it was over by the time she thought to respond.
    “Okay, Nicky. First question. Does being bound like this excite you sexually?”
    “Yes, master.”
    She felt his hand stroke her cheek, caressing over her jaw and up toward her eye. He had to stop at the edgeof the blindfold, but then stroked back down toward her ear.
    “Describe the sensations to me, please,” he said. “How does this arousal feel?”
    She frowned, but strove to answer. In this place of non-thought, she had no inhibition about speaking of these things. She simply began a head-to-toe catalog. “My scalp is tight—it almost tingles. My mouth is dry, my lips feel swollen. And I can breathe. Fully, deeply. But every breath I take makes my breasts bigger, tighter. And my nipples are wet and cold and full and hard and I don’t know. They want more.”
    She felt his hand then, stroking and shaping her left breast. There didn’t seem to be any purpose in his touch, just a casual lift and caress, but it was as if he’d stirred the embers of a fire that was only starting to cool. She drew in a breath and arched her back as best as she could. She loved what he did.
    “Keep going, Nicky. What else do you feel?”
    “Wide open. My legs are spread and there is wetness everywhere.”
    “Are you cold? Do you need a blanket?”
    “No. My belly feels so liquid, as if everything is soft. Like warmed butter. But it’s growing hard again.”
    “Hard is unpleasant?”
    “Hard is…cold. Rigid.”
    He left her breast, and she sighed in dismay. Then she felt his tongue on her groin. His tongue was thick and warm as he lapped a long stroke from her base to her clit. Each stroke had her tightening her butt, pulling open her thighs, lifting as much as possible to his mouth. But he was leisurely. Again, he stirred the fire without seeming to have a destination in mind.
    A ripple began from his tongue, a tiny wave