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She writhed with yearning.
“All the better to eat you,mi amor.”
He licked her inner lips once, ever so slowly, and then withdrew his attention abruptly.
She hung on the brink, yearning for his touch.
He knew precisely what he was doing to her.
He unzipped her boots and peeled them slowly down her legs. He kissed the arch of each foot through her silk stockings. Then he peeled off her stockings as well.
“Just as I predicted.” He caressed her ankles. He ran his finger in a circle around each ankle. “Chafed.”
Alexis couldn’t speak to defend herself or deny the allegation.
Rod did not release her to speak.
Instead, he kissed a slow circle around each chafed ankle.
“I wonder how these dainty ankles like this,” he mused aloud, teasing her. “Leather leg cuffs? No, the fair maiden prefers something different to bind her ankles: braided cotton rope. Comfortable enough during play but leaves a nice, pretty little mark for later. Like a souvenir…or a brand.”
The waitress came to deliver a tray of oblong, phallic foods: raw cucumbers, enormous peeled carrots, zucchini, yellow squash, ginger root, sleek eggplant, and a downright obscene butternut squash. Next to each raw, suggestive vegetable was a plate of the dish prepared. From the delicious aromas wafting from the plates, it looked like a gourmet meal.
Alexis felt she’d had enough of the teasing. She may be a submissive, but she was also a high-powered career woman, and it was hard to resist demanding what she wanted. And what she wanted was to be punished by these two men, in whatever way they pleased. To get her way, she was going to have to be naughty.
“Mmm, zucchini in balsamic glaze; delicious,” she said, and Rod spun around and placed a hand around her throat. Her body tensed in fear and excitement as he glared into her eyes until her instincts kicked in and she looked away.
“You’ve already had your last warning to be quiet, Alexis,” Rodriguez said sternly. His demeanor transformed from a half-playful mate into a fully-dominant Master.
Foreplay was over.
Playtime had just begun.
“Open your mouth, woman,” he commanded curtly.
She did as he said.
“This is to prevent you from disobeying me again, Alexis.” His cocky half-smile was gone. In its place, he wore a sardonic smirk. His dominant aura filled the small space. The aroma of testosterone filled Alexis’s nostrils.
He removed a bleached, monogrammed kerchief from the pocket of his sport coat.
His fervid eyes gleamed dominantly.
He wadded up the clean, white kerchief and stuffed it in her mouth. Rod loosened his tie and removed it from his neck.
“Give me your hands.”
Alexis held out her wrists. He lashed them quickly and tightly together with the necktie and held them above her head.
“That is your punishment for talking out of turn,” he explained. “If you move your hands, I will lash them down.”
She looked at the floor contritely, but she couldn’t keep her smile from her eyes.
“I think she wanted you to do that,” Zane said, pacing in front of her with his eyes roving hungrily over every inch of her body. “I think she wanted to be punished.”
Damnit, this guy is clever. I really have met my match with these two.
“In fact, I think the best punishment we could give our little wench here is to ignore her completely.” Alexis’s eyes widened at the suggestion, which made Zane chuckle. “Yes. Let’s pay her no attention at all, let us eat our dinner and chat between ourselves. We could even cover her up, so she can’t even gain pleasure from knowing we’re lusting over her flesh.”
