Page 63 of Pleasure Games

Her head bobbed in a circular movement, a mixture of yes and no.

He leaned down, very close to her, and dipped his finger into the glass of wine before running it along her lips. Whispering in her ear, he said, “First I’m going to taste you.” He licked the sheen of wine off her lips. “Then I’ll drink from you.” He poured a tiny bit of wine between her parted lips and before she could swallow, he fixed his mouth to hers and drank the wine from her mouth. “Suck you.” He poured a little pool in the hollow at the base of her neck and bent to suck. Wine and flesh. So fucking delicious.

“And finally?” Luca caressed her cheek, drew his fingers down her throat, between her breasts, past her belly until his hand cupped the top of her mound. “I’m going to eat you.”

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It was like Luca had attached electrodes to all her best bits—her nipples, her clit, her mouth, her ass—and sent thousands of volts of electricity through her, because her entire body went rigid with the shock of desire.

Never had she imagined she could feel this way. Not even close.

He dribbled wine—a delicious white—into her mouth, down her chin and throat and across her breasts.

“I’m starting with a chenin blanc. This is a new wine I purchased in town. Fresh.” He licked her neck and whispered, “Fruity.” He circled her breasts. “Exquisite.”

It was all made so much better by the fact she was blindfolded. And tied down. All she could do was lie there and feel. The pressure of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth, the abrasion from his teeth. The suction.

God.

She heard the glug-glug of more wine being poured—was it from a new bottle?—and then Luca moved up by her head. “Do you have any idea how hard you made me when I was chasing you?”

She shook her head.

He untied the cloth from the grate, directed her still-bound hands close to him and then placed them against his crotch. Oh! He was monstrous. Luca ground her hands against him before finally, with a groan, drawing them away. That was when he dipped her fingers into cool liquid and stuck them in his mouth. His tongue ran between her digits, lapping at her before sucking.

Hard.

His mouth was so warm and soft inside. She wanted more but instead he stopped. She made a sound of protest but he once again tied her hands to the grate above her head, anyway.

“I think I need to torture you a little more,” he whispered before dripping wine down her inner arm, catching the trail with his mouth. He poured some onto her breasts and sucked it off the sides, the place between...then right off the tips of her tight nipples.

She moaned in ecstasy when he chewed gently on those tips, like they’d been marinated.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”

“Luca,” she moaned.

He pressed a finger to her mouth. “Shh. This is a sauvignon blanc from this cellar. It’s fifteen years old, which some think is too old, but I think is perfect. Do you want a taste?”

She nodded, and he carefully spilled some wine into her mouth. It could have been vinegar and it still would have tasted amazing. But it wasn’t vinegar. It was the most heavenly wine she’d ever tasted.

Luca moved away again and Jasmine strained to hear what he was doing. Ahh, pouring more wine. How many bottles? She couldn’t remember. She’d been too taken by the fantasy of being lugged—kicking and screaming—down into a cellar by her shirtless savage.

The mere thought of the short-lived chase sent a fresh wave of blood to her clit, resulting in a heady throbbing sensation that made her writhe.

“This is one of the estate’s finest. A pinot noir. There used to be many pinot grapes in the region. Now they are rare.” He poured this wine on her stomach, and Jasmine could feel it pooling in the indent of her navel and spill over her sides. “Just like you.” He sipped from her skin.

He was getting so close to where she wanted him that, even with her limbs secured, Jasmine lifted her hips, forcing her midsection toward him.

“Ah...my little captive...”

Right. She was supposed to be fighting him. Well, it was her fucking fantasy. She could do whatever the hell she wanted, and right now she wanted to encourage him to suck the throbbing place between her legs that was in desperate need of release.

He slid damp fingers over her mound to the swollen flesh at the top. He pinched and she cried out. “Is this what you want Jasmine?”

She squirmed, feeling completely exposed with her legs pulled apart.

“You want me to touch you here? Pour wine over you? Suck it off you?”

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