Page 82 of The Healing Touch

But he remembered everything she’d ever told him right down to the smallest detail. He was a good man.

Who had blue balls.

She chuckled. He’d done his best to seduce her since she’d arrived, despite his promises not to. She hadn’t expected that promise to hold much value, anyway. He was a manwhore, after all, and sex was his favorite pastime.

An idea formed in her head, and she went into the closet and found what she was looking for right off. She collected what she needed and walked slowly back out into the bedroom. If he woke up, she’d be busted, but she hoped he was tired enough the small movements she made wouldn’t disturb his sleep.

She tied the two scarves to the bedrail. He had one of those old-fashioned ones with rails on the headboard. Lifting one arm, she laid it against the pillow, waiting to see if he’d wake. When he didn’t, she tied the other end of the scarf to his hand, making sure it was short enough that he couldn’t move it. She repeated the process with his other hand.

Grinning, she stood and admired her handiwork. He kept refusing to let her tie him up, and she kept insisting he had to before she’d let him do it to her. What was he going to say when he woke up to find himself bound? Tossing her night shirt off, she eased into bed in only her lacy bra and panties. It would drive him crazy not being able to touch her in these. Dimitri loved that she wore lace. He thought it was sexy, and Becca loved the feel of the lace, which was why she wore so much of it.

He really was a beautiful man. Rock hard abs that flaunted his six-pack, even when he wasn’t trying. Dimitri’s skin was kissed by the sun, making it gleam in the dim lighting of the bedroom. She lightly ran her fingers over his stomach, fascinated when the muscles jumped beneath her fingertips.

She rolled over on her stomach so she could taste him. Her lips traveled all the grooves in the skin of his muscled stomach. She heard him groan and looked up to see his eyes closed. Was he awake and only playing possum?

She scraped her nails over his abdomen, pressing down the slightest bit, only enough to tease him with a bite of pain. His entire body shuddered.

“I know you’re awake, asshole.”

His blue eyes opened, and he raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?”

She tickled his side, and he gasped, flinching away from her. “I just did.”

“No tickling when I can’t move. It’s not fair!”

She grinned up at him. “Precisely!”

“Why the fuck am I tied up?”

“Because I wanted you tied up.” She ran her hands over his stomach, learning the feel of him. “It’s easier to do what I want.”

“I never agreed to this.” He pulled on the ties that held him, but they didn’t give. She knew how to tie a knot, thanks to Big Jim, one of her dad’s oldest friends. He’d painstakingly taught her when she was little. He loved boats as well as motorcycles.

“I never agreed to being held still on a bathroom counter either. Goose, gander, remember?”

His eyes got all hooded as desire flooded them. “Now that you’ve got me where you want me, what are you going to do with me?”

“While you were busy in the bathroom the last two days, I did some research.” She straddled him, making sure his rapidly hardening cock was nestled right against her very aching center. “It’s so easy to find things on the internet. They even have tutorial videos.”

“What did you research?” He bucked his hips, and it caused her to rub against his cock.

“The art of the blow job.” She slid her hips back and forth across him, smiling when she pulled a moan from him. “It’s something I’ve never done before, and I wanted to be prepared.”

“Becca, don’t fucking tease a sex-starved man. It’s not nice.”

“Would I do that?” she asked innocently.

“Yes.” He ground his teeth when she rubbed against him again.

She laughed and slid off him. She pulled his pajama bottoms down to a little above his knees to hold his legs still. She’d researched more than blow jobs. She’d looked up a few aspects of the BDSM world, specifically restraining one’s partner. There were some rather creative and fun ways to restrain a person. Things she’d even think about letting Dimitri do.

Her eyes widened when she finally looked at him. Holy shit. There was no way he’d fit. He wasn’t just long, he was wide. Thick. And getting bigger. She clenched her legs against the desire that curled in her belly at the thought him pushing into her.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you, baby?” Dimitri’s whispered words brought her eyes open and back to his. “Thinking about how it’d feel to have me inside you? I can see it on your face,Krasivaya.”

“Maybe if you’re a good boy, you’ll get to know what that feels like.” She scraped her nails down his thighs and back up.

“It’s not been two weeks yet.” His eyes rolled back when she cupped his balls and squeezed. “Fuck, that feels good.”

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