Page 72 of Crimson Flames

Okay, now they really have my interest piqued.

Boris kisses my cheek as he helps me out of my dress and into the chair. The cool leather is like a balm to my heated skin. He lifts my legs so that I’m spread wide and then fastens my ankles to the legs. Boris is so gentle with me that I hardly feel like I am being strapped down, but rather admired as his soft touches linger on my skin.

Goosebumps break out when he goes for my hand, and I gesture to my satin red thong that is already stained with my arousal. “What about these?”

“Oh, I have plans for those. Be patient, my little fox. This one is not a race.”

The way his eyes burn into mine makes me shiver. “Yes, sir.”

Boris rolls his lips and inhales sharply.

“I think I enjoy the sound of that.”

Wiggling in the chair and testing my new restraints, I lean forward so our mouths are only a breath apart. “Are you going to make me come, sir?” I whisper against his lips.

Just then, Cillian returns with a bowl in his hands, but it’s covered. “He is going to do so much more than that,” Cillian says as he sets it on the tray beside us.

Boris pulls back, a satisfied gleam in his bright blue eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

Carefully, he fastens the blindfold around my eyes and the leather strap loosely around my neck. I can feel Cillian behind the chair when Boris moves away. His hands rest on my shoulders, almost in support.

“We are going to do a little taste test. I am going to feed you all of the things that remind me of you, and you have to guess what they are.”

“Okay,” I say, trying to nod, but the strap prevents me from moving much. With my sight taken away, it feels a little vulnerable. Just as those insecure thoughts begin to arise,strong hands center me as they begin to massage my shoulders, grounding me.

Something cool touches my lips. “Open up for me,Lisichka.”

I obey immediately and bite into a perfectly ripe, sweet strawberry.

“Mmm, my favorite,” I say, chewing on the delicious fruit as a little juice escapes my lips. I can feel it sliding down my chin before a hot tongue licks it from my skin. Boris hums in delight as I swallow.

The next thing is warm, and I take a sip as a cup is pressed to my lips. Herbal tea, but not just any kind. This one is my go to for when I’m sad.

Rose tea.

It reminds me of Enya when we would stay up late and drink it. I didn’t like it much at first, but she swore the tea helped keep her slim for ballet, so I would drink it with her.

“Boris.” Tears burn the backs of my eyes, knowing he pays attention to it all. He isn’t just my rock, he’s my foundation.

“I know, baby girl. Try this for me?”

Something warm and sweet slides into my mouth, his finger coated in chocolate. I suck generously as he pulls it out, but he only gives me more.

My tongue dances around him, heightening my arousal by the second. When his knuckles graze over my center, the cool damp satin presses against my clit, and I moan around him.

With a pop, he pulls his fingers free. “I think it is my turn to taste now.”

His mouth hovers over my panties, making me pant for him before I hear the flick of a knife from behind.

“Need some assistance, Old Man?”

The metal slides against my skin, teasing me as he slices through each side and the fabric falls away. Using his thumbs, hespreads me wide open before blowing cool air over my dripping flesh.

“Feck,” I breathe, beginning to tremble with anticipation. But nothing happens for a minute.

“Boris?”

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