chemistry works. It might be something as
simple as a nipple pinch to send them over the edge into
simple as a nipple pinch to send them over the edge into
climax. It might even require something as hard as a
thorough caning and predicament bondage. But your
women?” He eyed her carefuly. “Your bodies respond
much more quickly and easily to pleasure.”
“I guess.” The prettiest shade of pink colored the very
tips of her ears. She kept her gaze averted and gestured
with the flogger. “So people—my people—realy enjoy
this?”
“So far,” he confirmed. “The locker room talk is that
most of your women enjoy multiple orgasms under the
hands of their mates.”
Her shocked gaze snapped to his face. “Multiple? Is
that even—I mean—no way, right? That has to be
bulshit tal tales between friends.”
Menace decided it was now or never. He fingered one
of the long, wide strands of the flogger and held her
disbelieving gaze. “Let me show you good I can make
you feel, Naya. Hop up on that table and give me an
hour. We’l test out the locker room stories.”
Chapter Four
Mouth dry, Naya licked her lips and stared right back
at Menace. Was he serious? He looked deadly serious.
Emphasis on the deadly. She marveled at his thickly
corded arms and ridiculously broad chest. With his gray
undershirt stretched across his muscled form, he looked
a little less intimidating. She noticed the heavy tattoos
running from the edge of his neck to his wrist but only on
the right side. The long stretch of tanned skin on his left
remained unmarked.
“Naya?” he prompted gently and took the flogger
from her hand. “What do you say?”
She considered his dare. Multiple orgasms? Surely
that couldn’t be true. She had a hard enough time finding
one climax on her own and had never been able to find
one with a partner. Of course, she’d never had a partner
as dangerously sexy as this man. Menace scared her with
his hulking size and fierce features, but he exuded such
raw sexuality. If any man in the universe could coax two
orgasms out of her, it was probably this one.
To be at his mercy terrified her. Could she realy trust
To be at his mercy terrified her. Could she realy trust
a man she’d known less than a day to make love to her?
She examined his honest face. He’d promised he would
never hurt her and she believed him. The way he’d taken
down those canes was proof enough of his desire to be
good to her. The cynic in her screamed that it was al for
show, but she didn’t believe that. He’d come in here with
a white flag of surrender. That had to count for
something.
Her gaze jumped to the cold metal table where his
hand rested. She shook her head. “Not there.”
His eyes widened slightly. He seemed just as surprised
by her acceptance of his offer as she was in giving it.
Was she realy going to do this? Was she realy going to
let this stranger touch her?
“Al right.” Menace gestured around the room. “Pick a
spot that seems comfortable.”
Gulping nervously, Naya gripped the tough fabric of
the uniform shirt covering her nakedness and scanned the
room. She spotted a black couch-like contraption against
the other wal. It had a curved shape, the sleek fabric
gently sloping and roling like an S. It looked comfortable
enough and as close to a bed as she was going to get.
enough and as close to a bed as she was going to get.
“What about that?”
Menace folowed her pointing finger. “I think that’s a
perfect choice. Come with me.”
She gazed at his outstretched hand. Asking her to
come with him seemed a huge improvement over being
Grabbed and tossed over his shoulder. She gathered her
courage and placed her hand in his. She gripped his
fingers. “Don’t make me regret trusting you.”
His lips twitched in a smile. “Never.”
Naya let him tug her along beside him. When they
reached the big curving couch, he dropped her hand and
moved to one of
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