Page 47 of Only for the Moment
Kennedy opened her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
His kiss was hard and rough—andfar shorter than she wanted it to be. “Good girl.”
Pleasure lit behind her breastbone.
As he adjusted the cloth between his hands, she could see the determination wash over him, the edge of command reappearing—Isaac was in control of them both. Everything inside her settled. No nerves. No unease. Just a hunger to give him more.
To give him her all.
The realization sent relief flooding throughher body.
“Rest your arms at your sides.” Wrapping the silk around her back, he began a series of loops, knots, and rosettes that traveled up the middle of her flat belly. Her arms were forced against her sides, making her breath quicken, but she kept her focus on Isaac’s face, his fierce concentration, the strong, sure touch of his hands. When he reached her collarbone and the end of the ribbon,he tied it off and grabbed another, this time running the lines vertically on either side of each breast, then adding in the horizontals until each mound was contained in a bra-like web, only her straining nipples remaining bare. Isaac blew across them both, forcing them to harden even more.
“Oh God!” Kennedy tried to reach for his head, to pull him closer, urge him to suck her—and couldn’t move.Shock zipped through her, followed closely by a surge of pleasure that left her whimpering.
“Tell me, Ken. Tell me how it feels to be in my ropes.”
“Like…” She swallowed against the dryness in her throat. “Like I need more.” She searched her emotions, the sensations in her body. “Like I can go as crazy and as needy as I want, but I don’t have to be afraid because you’ve got me.”
“I do,” hewhispered in her ear. He brought his hands to her breasts and rubbed the rough palms over her distended nipples. “I do have you, no matter what. You don’t have to be afraid.”
She arched into his touch. “Please…”
His palms left her. “When I say so, love. Only when I say.”
That was when the true torture began. Her mouth, ears, neck, shoulders—every inch of bared skin was explored, teased, tormented.He spent long minutes at her breasts, sucking her nipples hard, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until she was writhing on the bed, begging for his cock inside her. Only then did he draw back, much to her dismay.
“I want to clamp these beautiful pink nipples, Kennedy. I want to twist and tease them, pinch them in the prettiest clamps with dangling stones that will pull and tug on them whenI can’t. Every thrust inside you will make them bounce and sway, and your nipples will be so sensitive you can come with no more than a breath across them. That’s when you’ll explode around my cock, when even your breasts are mine to control.”
“Yes! God, Isaac, yes,” she whimpered.
Firm hands guided her onto her back on the table. She opened her eyes to see Isaac turned toward his bag, and whenhe returned, a pair of what looked like dangling earrings were in his hold. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t even consider a no as he attached one clamp to her left nipple, then to her right. A hiss escaped as the pleasure-pain shot through her.
She had barely gotten used to the tight grip when Isaac went to the end of the bed and, grasping her thighs, dragged her down to meet him.
Pain sizzledthrough her nipples, followed by a hot rush of hunger. Her instinct was to grab them, grab the table, stabilize and protect herself, but there was no helping herself. Everything was in Isaac’s hands—her safety, her need, her comfort. The realization sank further into her mind as Isaac bent her legs until her heels met her upper thighs, tilting her knees out. The position exposed every inch ofher private places to him in the dim room.
More black silk, this time for her legs. Having her arms tied was one thing—she could still get away even without the use of her hands. But when her calf and thigh were tied intricately, inescapably together?
“Isaac?”
He stopped what he was doing to lay a heavy palm on her lower belly, pressing firmly. “Look at me, Ken.”
Something about his tone andthe sure look in his eyes quieted her panic.
“Do you need a break?”
“I—” She clung to his gaze, his hand on her like a lifeline. “I don’t know.”
He nodded. His palm slid up her belly a bit, tugging on her skin, and a cool hiss of air hit her clit. Isaac circled her tied leg with his other arm and leaned over her, surrounding her. “Feel me close,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
He dropped his head and placed a soft, wet kiss on the top of her mound, his chin resting against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Do you feel me, love? Feel my heat.” He kissed the plump fold just above her clit. “Feel my pleasure.” The tip of his tongue opened her lips. “Feel my hunger.”
Without warning his mouth surrounded her clit. He licked and sucked, bit, rubbed—she lost track of what hedid. All she knew was that the pleasure threatened to shatter her in a way no orgasm had before. She didn’t worry about not being able to move; she reveled in it. If she could have crawled inside him and never let go, she knew in that moment it wouldn’t even be a choice. She’d do whatever he wanted, be whatever he wanted to find this—security, sex,him—again.
“Isaac!”
Just when her climax startedto climb, Isaac eased back. “Ken.”
