might say.
Barry’s gaze grew intense. “I’ll take that
as a yes.”
“Uh huh.” She leaned closer, glaring over
his shoulder at Hector.
While Barry’s palms smoothed down her back,
reawakening her nerve endings, she cut her hand through the air making shooing
motions, an effort to warn the faery off.
Hector gave her a toothy smirk, then
lightning fast he streaked through the room, zigzagging to make her vision
blur. When he disappeared in a puff of red glitter, she couldn’t help smiling.
Her contrary little friend had left behind a shimmering heart with an arrow
stabbed through it.
For the first time in a long time, she felt
her own heart soften as she watched the image slowly dissipate.
A playful smack on her ass startled her.
As her gaze met his, he grinned. “Let’s
play.” He released her and headed to one of the nightstands by the bed. His
hand vanished into a drawer. “I think I have something in here— Yeah, here they
are.” He pulled out a pair of red-velvet-lined handcuffs. His eyes were dark
pools of desire when he held the manacles up. “Trust me?”
Her pulse took off like a wild horse
bursting from the chutes and taking off at a dead run. She turned his question
back on him. “Can I trust you?”
“Yes.”
Before her courage failed her, Kayla jutted
out her wrists, offering him more than her hands.
Barry’s pulse leaped with joy.
This strong, intelligent and gorgeous woman
just agreed to extend the reins of her control to him. The one people called
the Ice Queen, a woman who governed all aspects of her life, was willing to
show him a completely different side of her—the warm, sexy and passionate lover
he knew hid behind the expensive tailored suits, the steadfast demeanor and the
ball-buster reputation.
As he breathed in her powdery scent,
Barry’s body tensed with excitement. He had some fantasies of his own, and she
was the perfect woman to fulfill them.
How far would she go?
There was no time like the present to find
out.
“In this game, I’m your master. You do
whatever I say, when I say it, and you don’t speak without permission. Nod if
you understand.” He waited until her head dipped before he continued. “On your
knees.” When she drifted down before him, his cock twitched, knowing exactly
where it wanted this scene to go. “Hands behind your back.”
She hiked a haughty brow but drew her hands
behind her.
Moving around her, he knelt to fasten the
manacles. With each snap she flinched. Her sudden show of insecurity warmed his
blood, the liquid heat simmering through his veins like molten lava.
Dragging a knuckle down the beautiful
length of her back, he watched her squirm beneath his touch. “You’re ticklish?”
“Yes, Master.”
Those words from her beautiful mouth sent a
shiver of delight up his spine. Her submission would make their playtime even
more thrilling than he had expected. As he again swept his knuckle down her
spine, a batch of goose bumps prickled her skin.
“Dooo…” Kayla must have remembered his
command for silence unless spoken to, because the word morphed into a breathy
hum.
“Good girl,” he praised, rising and walking
around to face her again. “Now kiss me.”
She dipped her head and placed a quick
butterfly kiss on the head of his cock, smiling innocently.
“Cute. I think that just earned you a
spanking, but we’ll deal with that later.” His dick thrust upward from its nest
of dark hair and his balls hung full and warm between his thighs. “Now kiss me,
baby.” His voice dropped to a low and throaty timbre. “Show me what you can do
with that mouth.”
Parting her lips, she leaned forward and
took only the mushroom head into her mouth. As her tongue slid around the crown
before caressing the underside rim, his thigh muscles clenched. But when she
sucked, hard and long, her lustful gaze glued on his, blood rushed into his
balls. The sight was beyond anything he had imagined in his dreams.
Kayla kneeling