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He released her wrists, and she whimpered, instantly missing the restriction.
Matt brushed the back of his knuckles along the side of her face. “You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Go to the bedroom, kitten. Take off all your clothes and lay down in the middle of the bed.”
Liza moved without hesitance, wanting nothing more than to please him. She worked quickly, efficiently, stripping off the dress, her bra, her panties, and sandals, then assuming the position he’d demanded. The only thing she didn’t remove was the necklace.
Dripping in rubies, he’d said.
Matt hadn’t followed her into the bedroom. Instead, she heard ice tinkling in a glass. Her curiosity was piqued, but not enough to disobey him. He’d told her where he wanted her, so that was where she was going to stay.
A minute or two later, Matt walked into the room carrying a highball glass. There was only about an inch of brown liquid in it. She’d discovered this week that he was a big fan of Scotch, ordering Glengoyne the one night they’d actually made it out of the room for dinner. From the way the waiter’s eyebrows arched, she could tell Matt had asked for an extremely expensive brand.
His gaze drifted over her naked form, taking in the necklace and her hands. She’d placed them on the pillow next to her head, palms up, the ultimate pose of surrender.
Stepping next to the bed, he placed the drink on the nightstand, staring down at her. He was still dressed—dammit—and he appeared to be in no hurry to change that state.
Once he’d looked his fill, he walked over to his suitcase, returning with several neckties. Liza squeezed her legs together, her arousal off the charts. She’d always—ALWAYS—wanted to be tied up in bed, and that tiny taste he’d given her the day he’d used her bikini to bind her hands behind her back hadn’t been enough. It had only whetted her desire for more. She didn’t doubt for a moment that Matt would make the experience amazing.
He placed one knee on the bed next to her hip, reaching for her hands. Using one of the ties, he bound her wrists together with one end, then wrapped the rest around a slat in the center of the headboard.
He moved to the bottom of the bed, securing her right ankle to one footpost, her left to the other. She tested the knots, amazed by how well the silky material held. She’d assumed the ties would be more suggestive than effective, simply there to give the illusion of being defenseless, but damn if Matt hadn’t managed to render her truly helpless.
Her heart began to race, though not in a bad way.
“Safe word,” he murmured.
“Red,” she whispered. This. This was why she trusted him. Because even as he made every single one of her darker fantasies come true, he still ensured her safety—even from him. With that one word, he was taking care of her mentally as well as physically.
She expected Matt to touch her, so she was surprised when he picked up the glass, tossing back the Scotch. It hadn’t been more than a shot. A shot and two ice cubes.
Rather than put the glass down, he lifted it again, sucking one of the chunks of ice into his mouth. Liza never took her eyes off him, fascinated and turned on by every damn thing he did.
Putting the glass on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his torso turned toward her. Lowering his head, his cold lips landed just under her jaw. She shivered when, rather than kiss her, he held the ice cube between his teeth and ran it down the side of her neck, then along her collarbone.
Matt left a trail of icy water as he progressed farther down her body. She gasped when he ran the ice over her nipple, and for the first time, she fought against the ties around her hands, trying to lower them so she could escape the cold.
“Matt,” she whispered.
He took the ice from his mouth as he shook his head, giving her a stern look. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
“But—” she started.
Matt scowled and leaned over her, his face a mere inch from hers, the smell of the Scotch on his breath impacting her in strange ways. Since when did whiskey become an aphrodisiac?
“Speak again and I’ll gag you.”
At some point—not now—Liza was going to let him know just how far his sensual threats missed the mark. She licked her lips, hoping he’d take her up on the invitation to kiss her.
He didn’t. Rising until he was sitting next to her once more, he drew the slowly melting ice in a circle around one budded nipple, the intense cold on the cusp of painful.
When he finally moved the cube away, she held her breath, expecting him to treat the other nipple to the same. Instead, he put the cube back in the glass.
Liza closed her eyes and relaxed, but it was a brief respite.
“Open your eyes, kitten. I have another gift for you.”
Liza’s eyelids lifted as Matt grabbed a square box from the nightstand drawer. Removing the lid, he withdrew another ruby, this one smaller than the pendant on her necklace, though it also dangled.
She’d never experimented with nipple clamps, not with other lovers or even alone. To be honest, before Matt, she hadn’t considered her breasts one of her key erogenous zones. Apparently, that was because past lovers hadn’t known how to play with them the way Matt did.
