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Her nerves spiked. Her breathing turned choppy. His thumb slid across her clit, tearing a fresh round of tingles through her. Then his touch disappeared. A moment later, he grabbed her hips and pulled her close to the edge as he stepped between her spread thighs.
Suddenly, he affixed his lips under her gaping jaw, then dragged his mouth down her throat, before bending to take her aching nipple onto his tongue. He sucked deep. Lightning sensation tore through Madison, shredding the last of her defenses. In surrender, she arched, offering him the tender tips, silently granting him permission to do whatever he wanted.
He nipped the first, sucking it to the roof of his mouth. Then he released it with a tug before giving the other the same attention. Back and forth. Over and over as his fingers slid over her clit in a too-slow prowl.
Time lost meaning. He drove her arousal to unfathomable heights, until she felt faint and needy and eager to give him anything and everything he wanted just to grant her relief.
“How are you?” he asked softly as he lapped at her nipples, now tender and on the verge of burning. “Do you know how to answer using the traffic light system?”
“Green,” she gasped.
“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He dragged one swollen tip in his mouth again, nipping it gently until she hissed. Instead of trying to lurch away from the stinging he inflicted, she writhed in a silent plea for more, loving the delicious, subversive pain.
“Are you enjoying this?”
“Yes.” She wrapped her hands around his head and cradled him against her. “I love it.”
He switched to the other breast, torturing it with even more vigor. “Hmm. Aren’t you just perfect?”
When he pulled away, she whimpered, then bit her lip to stop herself. God, she was surrendering so much to him. He demanded it…and she couldn’t wait to give herself over. But if she didn’t slow down, what would happen when she didn’t need a bodyguard anymore? When she was divorced from Todd? Would Matt just let her go? She didn’t want to believe that…
Suddenly, he lifted her, set her on her feet, then turned her away. She felt the loss of his body heat keenly. He took a few steps to the left, and she heard the whisk of fabric before he guided her to lean over the padded table, his bare chest now pressing against her back. “Bend over. Put your elbows here.”
“Okay.”
He kissed the line of her spine, his fingers dipping back into her sex, settling right where she needed it. Right where he could take her apart. His touch was both a balm and a torment. She craved it almost as much as sunlight, food, or air. Without it, she might implode.
Then his touch was gone again, and he exhaled in her ear. “Open your mouth.”
Trembling, she parted her lips, her eyes closing behind the blindfold. Seconds later, he settled two of his fingers against her lips and nudged them onto her tongue. She smelled her tart scent, tasted her slick, silken juice. Her whole body tensed. Her first instinct was to rebel.
But when she turned her head to dislodge his digits, he grabbed a handful of hair at her crown. “If this is beyond what you can handle, say your safe word. Otherwise, stop squirming and suck my fingers.”
Madison wrestled with herself…but she needed his hands on her somewhere, anywhere. She gave in and tightened her lips around his digits, her breath shuddering with a confusing mix of thrill and disquiet.
The rumble of his approving groan lit her up. And though giving in to his demand twisted something inside her, knowing he could bend her to do something she’d once considered vaguely taboo aroused her even more.
“That’s my girl… I want you to taste how addictive you are. I’ve remembered that flavor for three years, and I’m dying to get you on my tongue again. I’m going to devour you, savor you, and worship you. But I need you in so many ways; I can’t decide where to start.”
“With you inside me?” she all but begged.
“Not yet. Stay where you are.” He kept her in place with a gentle pat to the small of her back.
Madison danced, her feet almost cold on the floors. Behind her, Matt rummaged around. Her curiosity to know what he had planned was almost overwhelming, but she stayed rooted, fearing he would withhold the orgasm she craved if she misbehaved.
Finally, he returned, his rough breaths telling her he approached. Her skin flared with goose pimples as he leaned in, covered her back, and took her wrists. He wrapped something heavy and supple around one, then the other. Leather; the smell of it filled the air. Her insides leapt as he positioned her arms where he wanted them. Another pair of clicks sounded. Suddenly, other than curling her fingers around the edges of the table, she couldn’t move her hands. A moment later, he bent and secured her ankles to something—the legs?
Beyond moving her head or arching her back, she was utterly immobile. The thought was both terrifying and thrilling.
“Matt?” Her sharp voice shook in the darkness he’d inflicted on her.
He pressed a gentle but heavy hand to her back. “Do you need to use your safe word?”
Madison forced herself to breathe. It was arousal—not panic—that gnawed at her composure. “N-no.”
“You sure? I always want you to be sure.”
His words calmed her. She breathed out the anxiety. “I don’t need it.”
