Page 32 of Elusive Surrender

I gaze down at my sassy little submissive. Lex is trying her best to keep herself in check, and her eyes are full of the light and mischief I’ve come to love.

I narrow my eyes at her, and that does her in. Her lips quiver, and then she gives up and bursts into uncontrollable laughter.

I roll over, straddling her body and caging her with my arms, careful to keep the weight balanced on both elbows to prevent crushing her. “Who’s your friend, Lex?” I demand, grasping both of her hands in my own and pushing them above her head. I slide my discarded tie around her wrists, watching her carefully to ensure there’s no indication of fear. Instead, I see nothing but the laughter and mischievousness about another man, which I fully intend to correct in short order. I tie her to the bedpost.

She laughs, tugging against her restraints and testing them while watching me.

I run my tongue across her nipple and smile as it perks to attention. I suck it into my mouth, then allow the cool air to caress it before nipping her sensitive bud.

Lex yelps with surprise.

“Tell me, Lex. Who’s your friend?” I coax, licking her nipple and letting her anticipate just when I’ll nip again.

“Wait, wait,” she pants, unable to get the laughter at my expense under control.

I turn her hip and give her a playful slap on the ass before capturing her erect little tip between my teeth.

She yelps and squirms, but she’s at my mercy now, and I plan to make sure she knows exactly how that feels.

I nip her again, and she yelps loudly with laughter.

“Shh … they’ll hear us,” she tells me as though I’m the one who just squealed loud enough that people probably heard it down the hall.

“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”

“You win, you win!” she cries while laughing so hard she can barely breathe.

“Two seconds to tell me,” I threaten, showing her my teeth.

“My dildo okay, my dildo!” she cries, laughing so hard tears are running down her face.

I lean down and capture the salty stream before I kiss her so she can taste them on my tongue.

“And what sort of punishment do you think teasing me like that deserves?” I ask as I untie her from the post of the bed.

She doesn’t respond. I glance down at her, and fuck if the look on her face doesn’t just about stop my beating heart.

Chapter Twelve

Alexis

“And what sortof punishment do you think teasing me like that deserves, Lex?” just keeps repeating in my mind until Sheldon’s voice reaches me through the fog.

“Lex!”

I try my hardest to focus. Sheldon is still above me, and just that quick he has me completely untied and my face tilted toward him, his deep brown eyes dark with concern.

“Talk to me, Lex.” He waits, grasping one of my hands in his own, kissing my palm, and slowly rolling his fingers in a circular pattern over my palm. The gesture is sweet and calming to my senses.

“I just need a moment,” I tell him, taking deep breaths. Jesus, I thought this shit was far behind me, but damn, the very same words. I know there’s no chance in hell that will ever happen to me again, all because I won’t let it, but that doesn’t stop the recollections or the fear.

I sit up by the headboard, pull the sheet up, and tuck it under my arms. “I’m so sorry, Sheldon. It’s nothing you did, really.”

“Nothing doesn’t cause a reaction like that. Lex, you’re shaking. Tell me what’s going on,” he demands, sliding into bed beside me and pulling me close.

Sheldon didn’t run. He isn’t looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, and he sure as hell doesn’t look like he means to hurt me, and that gives me strength. “That question you just asked me? My boyfriend asked me that same question before he hurt me.”

His eyes darken, and he sits up on his elbow. “The one boyfriend you had? When you say hurt you, want to be a bit more specific?”

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