Free Blade's Desire by Leah Brooke Page A

skin a subtle shimmer. Feathering it over her breasts, she imagined Blade’s surprise when he took a nipple in his mouth and tasted sweet vanilla. Everywhere she applied it, she imagined Blade’s mouth there and she’d become more than a little aroused by the time she’d finished.
    She’d left her hair down, hoping to please Blade and had already applied the light makeup she’d recently started wearing.
    She couldn’t put it off any longer.
    Placing a hand over her stomach, she took a calming breath and moved to the box. Her heart raced as she reached for the lid.
    Pushing aside the tissue paper, Kelly carefully lifted the item on top. She pulled out an absolutely beautiful, simply cut black dress. Strapless and made of silk, the material gathered over the bodice, crisscrossing over the top and crossing again around the waist in the back, then tied in a bow at the front.
    The waist nipped down to a full skirt which looked as if it would fall right above her knees.
    Kelly eyed the dress in confusion. She loved it but had thought Blade would have picked out something a little more revealing for their date.
    Shrugging, she carefully laid the dress on the bed and reached into the box again. This is what she’d expected. The black corset felt smooth, without lace or frills. The cups looked awfully small, though.
    Kelly donned the corset and stared at herself in the mirror. Her mouth fell open in shock.
    Was that her?
    Now she saw why the cups had looked so small. Their only purpose appeared to be shelves for her breasts.
    The cups only lifted her breasts. They pushed her breasts high, leaving her nipples exposed. Her waist looked impossibly small as the corset hugged her figure, flaring out to her hips before ending just above the blonde curls covering her mound.
    Turning, she saw that her bottom had been left completely exposed except for the garter straps down the middle of each of the globes of her ass.
    A thorough search of the box produced no panties. Remembering Blade’s words, she realized with a jolt of excitement that she wouldn’t be permitted to wear panties tonight.
    The stockings felt silky and the sheer black made her legs look amazing.
    She slipped the dress over her head and retied it, crossing the material in the back and ending with the bow off center in front.
    Slipping her feet into surprisingly comfortable high heeled pumps with little velvet bows on the sides, Kelly looked back into the white box.
    Only a small black velvet box remained. Opening it, she saw the chain Blade had told her about. Frowning, she studied it. Gold and long, about twenty four inches, it had little rings on each end. Above each ring she saw a tiny gold screw.
    What in the world?
    The sharp knock on the door startled her so much she nearly dropped the chain. Knowing Blade wouldn’t like to be kept waiting, she hurried for the door and flung it open. Her breath caught when she saw him.
    She’d never seen Blade dressed in a suit before. His crisp white shirt against his dark skin looked devastating. His silky hair, dark as his suit, hung loose on his shoulders.
    “You look beautiful, love,” he murmured silkily. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
    “What? Oh! Yes, I’m sorry.” Kelly felt the butterflies in her stomach become dive bombers. “You look very handsome,” she told him, stunned by the huskiness in her voice.
    “Oh, I see you have the chain ready for me. Good girl. Put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there.”
    Kelly reached up and held his wide shoulders, feeling the play of muscles as he reached for her. Untying the bow at her waist, he moved the material to the back where it crisscrossed, and undid it, pulling it back to the front where it hung from the cups of the bodice.
    Grasping the material over her breasts, he tugged and Kelly felt the cups give way.
    “Oh.” Startled, she looked down, amazed that he would tear such a beautiful dress when she hadn’t even worn it yet.
    But the dress