Page 48 of Gamble
Reagan’s mind raced through the possibilities of what he might be planning. Each idea excited her more than the last. In her silence, Elijah grew impatient.
His palm slapped her butt cheek, this time harder than he had minutes before. Heat blossomed in her pussy, inches away from the point of impact. She may not understand why, butin that moment, she didn’t care about the why. She only cared about finding out just how hot Elijah could make her feel.
“Are you going to stay in place?” he asked.
Were they still playing their little game?
Before she thought through her options, she blurted out, “You can’t make me.”
Elijah’s low chuckle told her he was having as much fun as she was. A new warmth spread through her. This time she recognized just how much she wanted to give him a birthday present he would always remember.
“I love a challenge. Be right back.”
An odd chill consumed her the second he stepped away. Maybe it was because of having the air conditioning set too low, but Reagan suspected it was more than that.
He was back before she got the courage to move out of position. When he knelt down next to the table, she was confused. Had he dropped something? Why was he on the floor for so long?
Standing, Elijah started pulling the four straight-backed chairs away from the table, leaving her bent over with her ass on display. She’d just pushed her torso up from the wood when his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, squeezing and lifting her onto the table as if she weighed nothing.
She was still trying to figure out what he’d planned when he flipped her to her back. The table beneath her was unforgiving—uncomfortable.
“Why aren’t we in the bedroom?” she asked, longing for the soft mattress instead of the hard wood.
“All in good time.”
The feel of soft silk brushing her left wrist came just before Elijah finished wrapping what she now recognized as the sash of her own silk robe around several times before pulling her arm high and wide until her hand was at the corner of the table. Onlywhen Elijah bent lower and finished tying the silk to the leg of the table did she realize what was happening.
“Whoa… wait a minute. What are you doing?Before he could answer, she yanked on the fabric, and confirmed she was tied down.
It wasn’t until he’d wrapped the terry-cloth belt of a hotel robe around her right wrist that he spoke.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I warned you I have ways of getting the truth out of you,” he cautioned.
Even though she’d only known the man for one day, she could hear the levity in his voice. It helped push the fission of fear down, allowing her to think about what he might have planned.
As he stepped away from the table, she pulled at both wrists, confirming she couldn’t move her arms.
Red.
She could make this stop with one tiny word. The million-dollar question was, did she want him to stop?
The resounding no that echoed through her brain was telling.
After he secured her arms, Elijah walked to the other side of the table, grabbed both her ankles, and yanked her lower half in his direction. With her arms stretched high above her, her ass came to the opposite edge of the flat wood.
Still boneless from her previous orgasm, Reagan allowed her legs to be spread wide, bending at the knees as Elijah maneuvered the balls of her feet into the corners of the table before barking his next order.
“Leave your feet where I put them or I’ll have to call housekeeping and ask for more robes so I can secure your legs.”
She doubted he would do it, but just the thought of a housekeeper coming to the door and seeing her splayed out and tied down had her core contracting with need.
What was wrong with her?
After hugging her bent legs, Elijah pulled her body even closer to the edge of the table just before taking his seat in one of the high-backed chairs. She could feel the heat of his inspection along with the warmth of his breath against her displayed wet pussy.
His mouth was on her seconds later, devouring her slit as if it were his last meal. Reagan bucked her hips off the table, but Elijah held tight, never losing their connection as he lapped at her wetness.
She closed her eyes, letting the wave of pleasure ease some of the remaining bite of pain their earlier sexcapades had brought. Both sensations married together until she felt herself getting close to that magical edge where she’d fall into an orgasm.
