Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2) - Page 43

“Oh, trust me, I’ll want.”

“Will you, kitten?” Jonas asked as he skimmed the ice cube over one puffy nipple, fascinated when the berry tip hardened. Deanna gasped and tried unsuccessfully to push the cube away. Jonas was bigger and stronger, and he wasn’t about to be denied the treat of watching the heat of her passion melt the ice.

Jonas tossed the ice onto the floor and picked up one of the other items he’d gone in search of—a small length of rope. “I want to tie you up.”

She snorted. “Not a chance in hell.”

He quirked a brow and dropped the rope onto the mattress beside her body. “Because of the ice?”

“Because of the ice.”

“I thought you trusted me. The ice is for your pleasure, not your torment.”

“I do trust you,” she explained slowly and clearly, as if talking to an imbecile. “It’s you combined with a cup full of ice that I don’t trust.”

“Hmm, unless I’m mistaken, that sounds suspiciously like a challenge, and you know how much I love a challenge, kitten.” Jonas grabbed both of Deanna’s wrists in one of his hands, then held them above her head.

“Paybacks are hell, Jonas,” she gritted out as she struggled to get loose.

Jonas picked up another cube of ice and slid it between her full, lovely tits, captivated by the little bounce as she struggled and pleaded with him to stop.

Jonas took the cold square away and rushed to reassure her. “Shhh, Deanna. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

She stilled. “You swear?”

“If it doesn’t have you moaning soon, I’ll let you tie me down and tickle-torture me. I’m that confident.”

Deanna squinted, clearly suspicious. “You’re ticklish?”

Ah, that got her attention. “Behind my knees and my feet. Especially my feet.”

“Okay, you can use the ice.”

“And the rope?”

“As long as you don’t fall asleep and leave me ... hanging.”

He laughed at her pun. “Girl, with you naked in my bed, I highly doubt I’m going to drift off into la-la land.” Jonas released her wrists and tossed the rapidly melting

cube away, then picked up the rope. Within seconds, he had her bound.

“Okay?”

She wiggled her hands, as if checking the knot. “So far.”

It was obvious her calm, tentative reply was all he was going to get out of her. He moved between her legs, positioning his body so her thighs draped over his. Jonas spread her open so that he could see all of her sweetly hidden secrets. As he plucked out another cube from the cup and gently glided it over her concave belly, Deanna relaxed completely. When he drew the ice over her pussy lips, her breath caught. She didn’t try to push him away, he noticed. With her brown eyes filled with desire and watching his every move, Jonas knew he’d remember this moment forever.

Careful not to cause even an ounce of discomfort, Jonas stroked Deanna’s little bud with the melting bit of ice. She rotated her hips, and his name escaped her mouth. Jonas’s dick thickened as all the blood in his body seemed to travel south. As he dipped the ice between her swollen folds, Deanna’s hips thrust upward.

“Jonas, that feels ... oh, God.” As Jonas drew the sliver down her slit to the pink pucker of her ass, Deanna stiffened. “Jonas?”

“I want to fuck your ass, Deanna.”

He sketched her smooth skin with the cube, then watched as it finally turned to liquid and disappeared. He left the cup of ice alone in favor of the last item—a bottle of cherry-scented body oil. He grabbed the bottle and popped the top. After soaking his index and middle fingers, Jonas slid them over her tight pucker. Deanna’s eyes shot wide, her face flushed with arousal.

“I want to make love to every inch of you.”

“But there?”

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