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“I am touching you.”
As if to demonstrate he brushed his thumbs over her nipples again, as lightly as he had the last time and Angel’s insides clenched as she yanked at her wrists. A little smile appeared on his face, but somehow she knew he wasn’t laughing at her. No, he was smiling because he was pleased.
“More,” she begged. Her backside smacked against the cross as she writhed for him again.
Rather than giving her what she wanted, he released her breasts and started stroking her sides in what should have been a calming manner but instead made her feel even more wildly needy. “That’s not for you to say, Angel.”
“Please? Sir?” It was on the tip of her tongue to call him all the names running through her head, but that wasn’t going to help her situation. She’d say anything to get him to stop the throbbing that was consuming her from the inside out.
Master Adam pressed his body against hers, the hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her belly, her breasts crushed against his chest as he caught her between him and the Saint Andrew’s cross. Her eyes nearly crossed at the wave of lust surging through her. Cradling her head in his hands, his fingers sliding into the back of her hair, he tilted her head back to look up at him, his mouth hovering over hers by mere inches.
She strained to reach his lips, but all that did was rub her against his body. The restraints held her too securely and he didn’t seem inclined to help her.
Damn him. She wasn’t going to beg for a kiss.
“You’re all tied up, sweetheart,” he murmured softly. While his big body blocked her sight to the rest of the dungeon, she knew people were watching, even if they could no longer see her. The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through his chest and into hers, the rhythm of his words almost hypnotic. “You can’t make me go faster or slower, you have to wait for me to decide how and when I want to touch you. You won’t come until I want you to.” He leaned down to whisper directly in her ear, making her shiver convulsively as his lips brushed her sensitive earlobe. “And if you keep telling me what to do, I will gag you.”
Oh fuck. His body rocked against hers and she went nearly mindless from the absolute thrill. It didn’t even matter he was fully clothed and she was completely naked, somehow that made everything dirtier, hotter. As did his words.
Adam
Reluctantly Adam pulled away from the soft curves of Angel’s body, his eyes going to her hands and feet, reflexively, to check on them and make sure there was no discoloration. He’d restrained her securely and not too tightly, but she’d been tugging so much on them that he wanted to make sure she hadn’t inadvertently tightened them somehow. It was a good thing he’d used cuffs on all four limbs, otherwise he was sure she’d be trying to use them to entice him into doing what she wanted.
Not that he needed much enticing, but drawing this out was a measure of his own self-control, as well as being a heady aphrodisiac. There was nothing hotter to him than seeing a woman’s eyes glaze over with desire, and with Angel he found himself wanting to reduce her to a begging, lustful, hot mess.
It wasn’t that she was dominant or that she was trying to top from the bottom; no, she was impatient. She didn’t try to hide or temper her body’s response. Eventually he knew she’d become better at controlling herself, as the newness of BDSM wore off and she had a better idea of what to expect in terms of the sensations and emotions scening engendered, but right now she was almost like a virgin, on the brink of sexual exploration.
It hadn’t escaped his notice that she’d been surprised he hadn’t immediately started laying into her after he’d gotten her tied up. This kind of scene was nothing like the one he’d done with her before. In fact, it wasn’t the kind of scene he normally did at all. This was a slow seduction, an intimate introduction, the kind of building block which laid down a foundation for something much more than a simple scene or an exclusively club relationship.
Not that he had any kind of relationship with Angel yet, but he was starting to think it was a definite possibility. Their chemistry was through the roof. It took every ounce of his control not to put his mouth on her lips, on her body... but if he started then he wouldn’t be able to stop.
The little noises she was making in the back of her throat were driving him absolutely wild, which was why he’d had to pull away or he would have completely lost his control. Stepping back, he maintained eye contact with her as he reached out and picked up the flogger he’d had at the ready. Angel eyed it with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, her breasts jiggling as she practically panted with need. He knew exactly how she felt.
“I’m going to start off slow and not too hard,” he told her. “If you start to feel uncomfortable or like it’s hurting too much or you get scared, say yellow and I’ll stop and we can talk about it. Okay?”
Angel nodded her head.
“I need to hear you say it out loud, sweetheart.”
“Okay, Sir.” Her voice was husky, strained. Needy. He felt an answering surge in his cock. Was it possible to pass out from having too much blood pooling in one’s groin? He was starting to feel almost light-headed, he was so hard.
Flexing his wrist, he gave a couple of experimental swings to make sure he had the weight and aim he wanted. Angel’s eyes followed the strands of the flogger. It was lightweight, soft leather, about two feet long, and it could caress or it could sting depending on how hard he swung it.
Right now, he planned to caress.
She tensed as the strands came towards her and then shuddered as the soft leather wrapped around her hips, her body relaxing as the soft slap registered on her nerves. Just hard enough to be felt, not hard enough to be painful. Adam grinned and swung the backhand, catching her other hip, letting the strands wrap around to her backside. Then he flicked his hand up and caught one breast... then the other... and back down to her hip.
It was a series of figure eight shapes made with his wrist, sensual and skilled. She didn’t even notice when he began to swing the flogger a little harder, her body was moving with the strokes, her hips lifting to accept the kiss of the whip and then her back arching to present her breasts. The buds of her nipples turned darker and darker as her creamy skin began to pinken under the assault of the flogger.
Watching Angel was beautiful. He could feel the weight of the crowd at his back as it gathered and was surprised to find himself feeling jealous again. Adam knew he could be a bit of an exhibitionist. He enjoyed showing off his skill as well as garnering admiration, but for the first time he found himself almost wishing he could keep the sight of Angel in the throes of erotic ecstasy to himself. Because ecstasy was what was on her face, practically shining from it. She trusted him completely and it showed in her easy acceptance of her flogging, in the way her body moved to meet the strands as they came down, and the obvious pleasure she received from it.
Sometimes he could be involved in a scene like this and feel mental pleasure, something transcending the physical. This evening he felt that and more. Watching Angel aroused him almost painfully—even more so because he knew he wasn’t going to find his own culmination tonight. He hadn’t last time either, but he had been working out some of his own issues then. Tonight, he wanted to make this experience completely about her.
A low moan interrupted the almost hypnotic rhythm he’d established, and he glanced up at Angel’s face. Her lips were parted, her golden eyes glazed and dark with pleasure, and her cheeks were flushed almost as pink as her breasts and hips now were. Appreciative murmurs behind him had him squashing another bout of unreasonable jealousy.
Experimentally he flicked the flogger at her inner thighs and watched her body arch as she processed the new sensation. He flicked the other thigh and then very gently directed the flogger right at her splayed pussy folds.
Angel moaned again, shuddering, and her fingers clenched and then opened.
