Page 18 of His Christmas Wife

He crooked a finger to beckon her. “And bring the cuffs with you.”

In this moment, she could deny him nothing.

With extreme competence, he secured her wrists, being certain she couldn’t wiggle out of the restraints, but also checked that the fit wasn’t too tight.

Then he looped the leather over the metal and positioned her so that her arms were stretched over her head, but not so high that she had to lift onto her tiptoes.

“To ensure we’re in compliance with club rules, I am going to place electrical tape over your nipples.”

She should have thought of that. Now it was too late.

Frost took a pair of safety scissors from a side pocket in his bag and cut tape into four strips.

The confounded man cupped her right breast, and her traitorous nipple hardened into a tight bud even without being touched. “Youaresensitive.”

“I mentioned that.” Though her response was noncommittal, he’d no doubt ascertained the truth. His touch turned her on.

He covered the nub with two strips of the black tape in the shape of an X.

Gently he brushed his knuckles up her neck before repeating the process on the other side. She couldn’t believe how erotic this was.

If he were a lover, she might be willing to explore a little. But from him, the one man she shouldn’t crave but was now desperate for…?

When he was done and her nipples no longer throbbed, she sighed in relief.

“Now I’m going to warm you up.”

Part of her wanted him to just get on with it. But months of working side by side with him had taught her he did things at his own rate.

Slowly he moved his hands over her buttocks and upper thighs, setting nerve endings on fire.

Then, every movement deliberate, he spanked her rear, starting gently then increasing the pressure until it was just short of painful.

Lost, Kaylee moaned. Then he moved in closer, pressing his body against her heated, bare skin.

“I want to engage every part of you, chase away all your thoughts until the only thing you’re left with is pleasure.”

She’d never been with anyone like him.

“Is that what you’re looking for, sub?”

“Yes.” The word was part whisper, part plea.

“Then tell me.”

“Spank me. Make me forget everything else.”

Frost pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “I’m going to flog you—all of you.”

“Do it.” She’d never been so greedy.

When she scened, she often watched what her Top was doing, but tonight she closed her eyes, offering trust, intending to savor the moment.

Frost danced the suede strands over her shoulders and upper arms before allowing the falls to tease her back. Then the ends tickled her breasts and ribcage.

Even above the music, his steps seemed to echo off the floor as he circled her, flicking his wrist and allowing the strips to caress her skin.

By slow measures, he increased his intensity, moving back and forth across her entire body, wrapping her waist then hips with the leather.

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