Page 112 of What About Love

“You have a home dungeon?”

“The better to bind and whip you in, my dear.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am, baby. You’re so easy.” She followed him through a set of double doors at the end of the upstairs hall. “This is the master bedroom. Although I don’t have a dungeon, don’t be shocked if you find some strategically mounted eye bolts here and there.”

Thoughts of being bound to his bed had her heart racing. It quickly returned to normal, as she glanced around the very standard though well-decorated room. She scanned the headboard before making a thorough perusal of the room. There wasn’t a bolt, shackle, or spanking bench in sight, to her utter disappointment. Realizing the twisted turn of her thoughts, she smoothed out her expression, giving him a sidelong glance to see if he’d noticed. Of course, he had, his shit-eating grin broadcasting the fact.

He tugged her over to the bed and sat, pulling her between his knees. Without wading through anymore chitchat, he got busy undoing her blouse.

She focused on one other thing that she’d noticed about the room, the entire house for that matter, until he got her so distracted that it left her.

“You’re very neat.”

The bed was made and there wasn’t a single article of dirty clothing strewn about the floor.

“Cleaning service,” he murmured as he popped the last button and separated the material.

“On Sunday?”

“I’m not a complete barbarian. A drill sergeant taught me to make my bed and put away my dirty socks in basic.” His head dipped to the valley of her breasts and his mouth found bare skin. Slowly, he licked with the tip of his tongue up between them. “Now, detective. Can we put this line of questioning aside until I’ve had my wicked way with your body?”

Whatever she had asked had left her head already. “What line of questioning?”

He grunted his approval as he stripped the shirt from her shoulders and down her arms. His fingers curled into the cups of her bra, tugging the satiny material downward until her breasts sprang free. The nipples stood out in peaks, ready for his mouth. Angie watched as his tongue came out and swirled around one hard tip before sucking it into his mouth. As he drew on the hard nub with intense suction, he lashed it from the inside with his tongue.

She had the overwhelming urge to sink her fingers into his hair and pull him in closer, but when she tried, she couldn’t. He hadn’t unfastened the buttons at her wrists and her hands were stuck in the tightly fitted cuffs in her inside-out sleeves. She struggled to get free.

“T,” she murmured, “I’m caught.”

Her nipple came free of his mouth with a pop. He spun her around, chuckling when he saw her dilemma. She felt his hands at her waist. Expecting to be freed, she wasn’t all that surprised when she heard a zip, felt a tug, and her skirt landed with awhoosharound her feet, the material effectively hobbling her. When she was whirled back around, T’s wide grin greeted her.

“You are indeed caught, and you’ve spared me the need to rig up these.” He held up a pair of fleece-lined leather cuffs. “For the time being, of course.”

Her breath caught as he bent her forward over his knee. She found her face and chest in the mattress, hands effectively restrained behind her back while his hands roamed her near naked body. The pulse in her chest kicked up again.

“I’m in the mood to play.” As he spoke, he popped her bra clasp. His hands smoothed over her back, brushing her hair over her shoulders and the straps of her bra out of the way. With fingers splayed wide, he stroked slowly down the length of her spine, his hands bracketing each side. It felt divine, his fingertips digging in as he went in a sensual massage.

When he reached the small of her back, he didn’t stop, hooking his fingers into the lace of her panties and peeling them down until they rested at mid-thigh.

He raked his nails lightly up the backs of her thighs on the return trip to her ass. Once there, he grabbed handfuls of her bountiful booty, molding and squeezing as if it was made from modeling clay. She felt cool air waft between her cheeks as it separated while he played.

“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby. I can’t keep my hands off it, or my mind. When I think of it, you know what I want to do?”

Beyond speech, she shook her head. “Uh-uh.”

His hand came down on one cheek sharply, and she yelped in surprise.

“I want to spank it in every way imaginable.” Another smack fell. “With my hand, or a paddle, or the leather tails of a flogger. I love how your skin blushes a pretty shade of pink.” Two more swats connected before he rubbed again. “Once I’ve heated it up nicely, I want to bury myself between these cheeks.”

As he spoke, he pulled her cleft wide apart. Angie tensed, knowing he looked at her intimately. It didn’t stop him from gliding a finger over her puckered hole. He circled it slowly for a moment, moving past it to the mouth of her drenched pussy. Entering her easily, he stroked deep, once, twice, then pulled free, his wet finger gliding over her tight rear entrance, transferring some of her moisture.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he pressed inward. “It’s a snug fit. Hasn’t anyone ever ventured back here before?”

“No, except for—” she groaned brokenly as he dipped in farther. “Not except for the plug on carousel.”

“Ah, baby. I wish it had been me,” he murmured as he withdrew, gathered more of her natural lube then burrowed deeper. “We’ll still have to work up to you taking my cock here, little bit. With preparation and when the time is right, when I take your ass, you’re going to love the hell out of it.”

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