Page 62 of Pleasure Games

Then she bit him.

Luca held the backs of her thighs tight against his shoulder as he trudged the rest of the distance to the terrace, enjoying the feel of Jasmine’s mouth on his skin. Kisses, licks and bites included. Instead of taking her to the master bedroom, where they’d spent most of their time thus far, he took her to the cellar door—that he’d made sure to leave open—and carried her down into the extensive wine cellar beneath the house. It was cool in the cellar, and Jasmine would probably feel a chill because of her wet dress.

That was fine; he’d have it off her momentarily.

The cellar was lit by every candle he’d been able to find in the house, giving it a warm and sexy glow. There was a worktable he’d set up as a tasting area and another one set against a grate on which he’d thrown a thick comforter. That was where he was going to tie her up.

But first, the dress. He fingered the zipper at her back.

“Holy shit,” Jasmine whispered, gazing around at the cellar. “I like the candles. But seriously? How much wine does one person need?”

The cellar was a remnant from when his mother’s family was a producer in the area. His father hadn’t wanted to continue cultivating the grapes here—it wasn’t champagne from the Champagne region, so what was the point?—but there were still thousands of bottles in the cellar.

Luca wasn’t looking at the wine, however. He only had eyes for Jasmine. Dripping wet, hair hanging in her face, her dress now unzipped and hanging off her shoulders. She was a magnificent sight.

The only problem was, with her arms bound, he had no choice but to use a knife to slice the thick straps at her shoulders.

“Luca!” she gasped.

“Shh,” he commanded. “No talking.”

She blinked at him, her lips turning up in a half smile as he peeled the wet material from her body.

“Unless you want me to gag you for real.”

She gnawed on her lip and shook her head.

“I am going to blindfold you. And you don’t get a choice about that.” Luca removed the other strip of cloth—shockingly still dry—from his pocket and placed it over Jasmine’s eyes, securing it behind her head.

She made soft little sounds at the back of her throat, and Luca took an extra blanket left folded by the table and rubbed her damp skin. Taking a step back, Luca took a moment to gaze at her—her faced turned blindly toward him, her hands tied together in front of her, reaching for him.

Trusting him.

Un-fucking-believable.

Warmth infused him as he carefully untied the rope from the bindings around her wrists, picked her up—blanket and all—and laid her down on the comforter. He secured her wrists to the grate by her head. The table wasn’t long enough for her entire body, ending at her knees so they bent over the edge. It was perfect for what he had in mind.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She shook her head.

Damn. That wasn’t what he expected. He’d thought she was finished with the facade. Apparently not. But maybe this was better.

“Spread your legs, now.”

A soft mewling sound slipped past her lips, but she acquiesced. Luca’s dick throbbed with fierce need and he pulled out another couple of ties, eased her thighs even wider—to the accompaniment of gasps of pleasure—and tied each ankle loosely to a leg of the table.

The sight of her tied like that was almost more than he could handle.

“You shouldn’t have run. You shouldn’t have fought me,” he said, his voice coarse.

She wet her lips before continuing to breathe through her mouth.

“You leave me no choice...” He went to the table where he’d set up four bottles of wine ranging from crisp white to thick dessert. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

The sound of her sucking in a breath echoed against the stone walls.

“Would you like to know how I’m going to punish you?” He poured a glass from the first bottle and moved right up beside her.