Page 19 of Hidden Heart

She felt him watching her as he let go, and the bounce of her breasts made the pins jiggle and create more pressure on each one. She grimaced at the new sensation rushing through her. His hands played with one of the pegs, and she tried to remember the color.

“What color is this one, Jessica?” he asked as he flicked it.

“Blue!” she called out as the memory struck her.

“Are you sure?” he teased, rolling the end of the pin around in a circular motion.

“Yes.” She grinned confidently. “It was the first one you put on.”

“Good girl,” he cooed and pushed the ends of the pin together, releasing it from her skin, then quickly placed his lips over the pinched area.

She noticed only a moment of discomfort before his warm kiss took it away.

“How about his one?” He played with another on the inside of her right breast.

She tapped her right foot while thinking. It was difficult to do with him playing with the clothespin, and he was now also stroking her thigh with his fingertips.

“You’re trying to distract me,” she accused. A sharp slap to her thigh was his response.

“Maybe so. Or maybe I enjoy touching you. Now, what color?” He flicked the peg harder.

“White,” she answered with much less confidence.

“Such a lucky guess.” His words were disappointment mingled with amusement as he removed the clip. He kissed her breast, this time running his hand up her thigh and through her legs, touching her wetness. “Three more.” He kissed her neck.

Goosebumps covered her arms, and a tingle shot up her neck after his kiss. She tapped her fingers on her thighs as he played with a clip close to her left nipple. She was confident this one was blue…or was it green? No, it had to be blue she thought to herself.

“Two seconds…”

“Blue!” she yelled out. The competitor in her came out to play. Losing didn’t suit her, and she wanted to win.

He yanked on the pin, and it pulled free of her skin. She cried out from the sting and waited for a kiss to follow.

“Nope. It was green.” He tossed the clip onto the table.

“That really stung.” With no kiss coming, she reached for her breasts to soothe the sting, but a sharp swat to her thighs stopped her.

“Hands down.” A cool command slipped from his lips.

She readjusted herself on the stool. The sharp sensation rushed to her brain. The pain of the clip being removed combined with his pleasure at her ability to play the game brought her arousal to new heights. Losing suddenly held almost as much benefit as winning.

He tweaked her nipple lightly. “This one?”

“White,” she announced, arching her back to give him better access. She wanted her kisses.

“No, blue!” He didn’t even try to hide his amusement.

She readied herself for the burn, but it wasn’t enough preparation.

He flicked his finger at the clothespin, it let go of her skin, and it clamored to the floor. The searing, sharp sting from the abandoned pin left her momentarily breathless. She fisted her hands on her thighs, fighting the desire to rub the sting away.

“You are quite alluring when you scrunch your face up like that,” he commented as she took small breaths to calm herself. “One more…” He kissed her cheek and stood behind her then pulled her back against him and ran his hands over her naked chest. “What color do you think it is?”

“Green…no, blue…no, no wait, let me think.” Her chest was rising and falling faster as she overthought. Did he use any red ones? She tried to remember as he skated his hand up her thigh again and stopped right where she wanted his touch the most.

“If you get it wrong, I’m going to use my crop to get it off.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing to play with her legs and breasts.

She squirmed in her seat and made a noise sounding very much like a cat’s growl.

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