Dead Sexy by Linda Jaivin Read Free Book Online Page B

through his cologne and alcohol-sweet breath. His cock, stiff under the soft fabric of his trousers, pushed against her thighs and cunt. He raised her arms up and out to either side. With her feet apart for balance, her body formed an elongated ‘X’.
    Nicola heard the click of the manacles before she felt them close, warm and furry, over her wrists. ‘What are you doing?’ she gasped, panicked.
    ‘Stay calm, my petal. No one’s going to get hurt. And you’ll be able to write all about it in the morning.’ He ran his hands lightly down the inside of her arms. She squirmed under his touch, excited beyond any expectations. Not thatshe’d expected to do anything at all, she reminded herself.
    He knelt before her, lifted her left foot and pressed his lips to the arch. ‘I’ll be right back,’ he told her. When he returned, he had the shoes in his hands, the ones she’d brought to give back to him. He slipped her feet into them.
    ‘Johnny.’
    ‘Shh.’
    He urged her legs apart and fitted over her ankles fur-lined manacles like the ones around her hands. He opened a lacquered box and pulled out a ball gag, which Nicola accepted, her heart beating fast.
    It was only after he left the room again, this time locking the door behind him, that she began to wonder if this was such a smart idea after all. She knew almost nothing about Johnny. Just because he was well known, didn’t mean he wasn’t a complete psycho. Nicola’s teeth would have chattered if the gag hadn’t stopped them.
    When he reappeared, he was wearing only the leather trousers he’d worn the night she first met him. Taking the gag out for a moment, hekissed her, and she shook even more furiously. Johnny wasn’t going to harm her. She was pretty sure about that now. But what
was
he going to do?
    His body was less muscular than Fox’s. Age and sun had toughened his skin, but he was undeniably attractive. She watched him light the candles in a large, free-standing candelabra. Then, he slowly pulled the scarf off her neck and re-tied it around her eyes like a blindfold. ‘I will watch your hands,’ he told her in a low voice. ‘If you put up one finger, I will stop what I’m doing. If you put up two fingers, I will do more. One says stop, two says go.’ She nodded, growing more aroused by the minute, despite—or maybe on account of—her residual fear. Her tongue was still fighting the gag and her leg and arm muscles were already wearying of their unnatural position. She felt his hands on her ears. He was inserting earplugs. With her eyes shut under the scarf, her mouth around the gag, and the rasp of her own uneven breath all she could hear, her skin grew unbearably sensitive and her blocked senses strained with anticipation.
    After what seemed like an unbearable period of waiting, he stroked her hair. She almost came on the spot. He drew his hands down slowly over her body, lingering over her breasts and stomach. She felt his fingertips less than the heat and movement of them. Sometimes she sensed that he wasn’t using his fingers but his breath to caress her. And then he drew something soft and suede over her skin for a long while before flicking her gently with it. Every so often, he pulled aside the gag and kissed her mouth voluptuously. Then—nothing, for what seemed like an eternity. Then—a bite, or a scratch, a flick, on her tummy or breast or thighs. Panting, writhing, her whole body aflame, she felt her juices run down her legs. When he opened her slippery labia with his fingers, she strained to capture them, and when finally he touched her clit—with a vibrator—she went off like popcorn.
    Just as she felt she really could not take it any longer, he turned off the vibrator and applied his mouth to her. She put up one finger, but it took a while for him to notice.
    ‘Johnny,’ she moaned as he methodically removed the gag, the blindfold and the earplugs and undid the manacles around her wrists and ankles. A smug expression on his