Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street 4) - Page 72

Her clit twanged in arousal. She moaned, feeling bereft of his weight on her pussy, even though his massaging palms and avid sucking on her nipples went a long way to make her forget.

“You didn’t like the dress?” she asked shakily.

“No. I loved it,” he corrected, his mouth lowering to her rib cage. He continued to shape her breasts to his palms as he kissed and scraped his teeth along her sides, causing her skin to roughen and ripples of pleasure to run through her. She found the vision of his masculine hands, molding and squeezing the captive flesh unbearably arousing. Lin pulled at her arm restraints, another jolt of excitement going through her at the stark evidence that she was bound, unable to escape the pleasure he gave her so knowingly.

“But you would punish me for it still?” she asked tremulously.

He lifted his head and speared her with his stare. She licked at the corner of her mouth nervously.

“Did you wear the dress because you knew I’d be forced to sit next to you all night and make small talk about business plans and the opera? Did you do it to torture me, knowing I could look, but not touch these?” he asked, squeezing her breasts in his hands.

“Of course not,” she exclaimed. His stare didn’t relent. “Maybe a little,” she admitted after a moment.

“So you deserve a little punishment?”

Heat rushed through her pussy at the combination of his words and his small, sexy smile.

“Yes,” she whispered, aroused by their exchange. “I deserve it.”

He released her breasts and reached for the bag at the corner of the bed. She watched him take out both the bullet vibrator and the flogger, her breath becoming more erratic still. He removed the vibrator from the box and set it on the mattress. He came up over her on his hands and knees, and then gripped the leather handle of the flogger. Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears. She stared up at the awesome sight of him, her gaze sticking on the obvious shape of his erection pressing against the crotch of his black tuxedo pants. He ran the suede lashes of the flogger along the sensitive skin at the side of her rib cage. She gasped. Her moist nipples ached.

“How does it feel?” he asked, watching her as he ran the tails over her belly.

Naughty. Exciting. “Good,” she said shakily.

He moved back, kneeling between her spread thighs. He quickly, efficiently added some length to her ankle straps and then propped her hips up by sliding his knees and lower thighs behind her buttocks. Her ass was raised off the bed several inches, her pussy angled upward. She saw his small smile and knew he liked the position. Heat rushed through her when she realized how exposed her pussy was to him.

He picked up the flogger again, his free hand cradling her hip in a possessive gesture.

He ran the tails along her sides, causing goose bumps to rise along her skin. The little lashes glided just beneath her breasts and down to her belly and then skimmed her hip. She bit off a moan when he dragged the soft lashes over her pelvis, a stray lash licking over her labia.

“You’re teasing me,” she moaned.

“Just like you teased me all night. But this isn’t teasing. I’m just warming up.” Her hips wriggled on his thighs in acute arousal. He lifted the flogger and brought it down on her hip, the tails giving her a stinging caress.

“Oh.”

“Bad or good?” he asked tautly.

“Good.”

His nostrils flared. He lifted the lash again and brought it down on her belly. She gasped.

“Does it sting or does it hurt?” he asked, and she recognized that he wanted her honest answer. He was trying to read her.

“It doesn’t hurt. It prickles and burns and—” she broke off when he brought down the lash on the side of her waist.

“What?” he demanded, sensually sliding the tails along the lower curves of her breasts.

“It feels exciting,” she said in a choked voice.

He snarled. The next thing she knew, he was putting his hands on her hips and pulling her toward him at the same time he scooted under her farther. When she settled, his thighs were firmly under her and her bottom sat directly in his lap. Her mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock throbbing next to her ass, her spread pussy pressing tight against his waistband.

“There we go,” he muttered thickly, sounding pleased. His gaze toured her naked, bound body with undisguised greed. “Now I’ve got you where I want you, spread out before me like a delicious feast.”

Lin shifted her ass uncontrollably, wild at the sensation of his flagrant erection beneath her. She stilled and held her breath when he lifted the flogger.

Chapter Fourteen

The suede lashes fell on the tender skin of her inner thigh. Arousal shot through her, hot and forbidden. Instead of keeping her from squirming, she wriggled more, stimulating her spread sex and grinding against Kam’s erection.

He gritted his teeth and brought down the flogger with more force than ever before on her hip. It made a whooshing noise as it flew through the air and landed with a burst of sensation. The lingering afterburn seemed to magically transfer to her clit, making it sizzle next to Kam’s waistband.

“Ooh” popped out of her throat. She thrust her hips against him.

“Keep still,” he warned, spreading his hand along the very top of her thigh and gripping her in place. She bit her lip, willing herself not to grind up against him, which is all she wanted to do at that moment. He watched her closely as he ran the suede tails over her ribs and then the lower part of her breasts. A moan broke free when one of the lashes accidentally tickled an erect nipple. He ran the flogger over her chest and shoulders and down the sides of her body. It was driving her mad.

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