Page 18 of Naughty Bedtime Stories

She stared down at him, desperate to know what he was doing. His eyes held hers as he nipped her hip, as he had her backside, and laved it with his tongue, then eased her shoes off, one at a time.

Next, one by one, he caressed her thigh-highs down her legs, using fingers and lips and his ever-so-talented tongue to draw out the process.

When she was completely naked, free of anything that might separate any part of her from him, he settled in front of her, staring up at her with dark promise in his eyes. He pressed his lips to her stomach, and she quivered with the touch, with anticipation of where he would kiss her next. Hedragged his mouth lower and lower yet, before his lips closed over her clit.

She sighed with the warm, wet pressure of his mouth, as he suckled it, licked it, tasted her with long, seductive caresses of his tongue, and two big masculine fingers pressed inside her, stroking her to insanity. Her knees went weak with the pleasure of it, almost buckled. Jacob wrapped a strong arm around her, palming her backside to both hold her up and arch her hips to better taste her.

Desperately, Darla wanted to reach for his head, to touch him, but her hands were still restrained behind her. It was like heaven and hell mixed together, pleasure and yes, that pain he’d mentioned.

But if this was his form of torture, it was sweet, wonderful torture she would never deny herself.

He wasn’t pushing her away; he was pulling her into a seductive web, spun of need and desire.

And that need was close to becoming relief. She was so close to coming, so close to the edge, she could feel her womb clenching. His tongue licked and teased, and his fingers, those magical fingers, touched in the most erotic way, stroked her, pleasured her.

A moan escaped her lips, and she arched against his mouth, trying to force him to stay in that one perfect spot she knew would make her crash into those waves of bliss she so desired. And just when it would have happened, could have happened, he stopped what he was doing. He just stopped. His mouth was gone. His fingers were gone.

“What are you doing?” she panted. “Please, I was…”

“You won’t come until I tell you to come,” he said, sliding up her body and bending at the knees at just the right height to offer her blessed relief in the form of his cock, pressed between her thighs, rubbing himself against her. She leaned into him, rasping her teeth over his chest, even as she squeezed her legs around the growing thickness of his erection. He curled his fingers around her jaw and crushed his mouth to hers, and God, he tasted good, so damn good. Nothing mattered but his tongue and his cock and his body next to hers.

But too soon, he tore his mouth from hers and stepped away, already walking behind her. “You are just being cruel,” she accused over her shoulder.

“Pain is pleasure,” he reminded her, his hands on the jacket that held her captive. “Would you like to leave now?”

“No, damn you. I do not want to leave, and you know it,” she ground out. “I want you to stop teasing me.”

“We have barely gotten started,” he replied. “I’m going to untie you, but you will keep your hands at your back. If you do not, our play ends here and now. Understood?”

“You’re killing me.” He wasn’t touching her. She really wanted him to touch her again.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she yelled. “Yes, I understand.”

The jacket came off her hands, offering her blessed freedom that she contemplated using to push him to the ground, mount him, and slide his cock right inside her. It had been so long since she’d felt him inside her. But it was a short-lived fantasy, staved off by another more insistent pleasure.

Jacob dangled a silk tie down the front of her, brushing it across her nipples, sending a tingling straight to her thighs. At the same time, he reached for her hand and drew it behind her to close it around his cock, stroking it with both their hands and hers. He was thick and pulsing in her palm, the wet, slick tip silky against her fingers. She worked it, cursing her short reach, the limitations he gave her at every turn. Still, she stroked him, touched him, did her very best to drive him over the edge, to force away his restraint. To make him enter her.

But he didn’t enter her; he teased her again, driving her wild. Suddenly, the silk tie was on her wrist, and he lifted it to her side to secure her hand to the right side of the golden arch. Darla startedto turn.

“Stay as you are,” he said shortly, his hand on her waist. His gaze locked on hers, waiting for her confirmation. The idea of more pleasure without satisfaction, more torture that was the denial of orgasm, was now bordering on excruciating.

He arched a brow at her hesitation. “Ready to end this?”

“Ready to tie you up,” she countered.

He laughed, low and sexy, and brought her hand to his mouth, teasing her fingers with his tongue.

“That’s not part of the game.”

“Not this time,” she said, turning away from him, silently agreeing to be tied up. One day soon, she would tie him up and torture him as he was doing to her. She’d go down on her knees and lick his cock, tease it with her tongue, and never take him in her mouth, never let him come. Oh, yeah, revenge would be sweet, she decided as he finished securing her hands at her sides. He stepped behind her, his cock pressed to her hip as he reached around her and dangled two sliver clips in front of her.

“Jewelry for your lovely nipples,” he said, dragging the silver over her erect tips and nibbling her neck.

She inhaled, her nipples tightening against the friction. “You’re going to put those on me?”

“No,” came a male voice from the shadows. “I am.”

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