Free Show Me The Ropes ~ Lothario Series ~ Book 2 by Roz Lee

still get one tomorrow. This is more of an accessory.” He opened his fist and let the length of rope slither from his palm. “Come here.”
    “Yes, Richard.” Fallon closed the distance between them.
    He hooked the leash onto the D-ring on the front of the collar and led her to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. She followed obediently. “Tonight everyone will see how fully you are mine.”
    Her hand slid to the latch at her neck and he half expected her to open it and remove the leash. Instead, her fingers traced the tiny catch, and then slid along the length of the rope as far as they could go. His eyes followed their path until he noticed the pearl adorning her clit.
    “It’s beautiful, Richard.”
    “You’ll wear it?”
    “Yes, proudly.”
    “Where are the nipple clamps?”
    “I put them in the safe.”
    He led her to the small safe tucked into the closet and waited while she removed the clamps. When she had them in her hand, he led her back to the mirror. “I want you to wear them tonight. Not for long, I promise.”
    “Yes, Richard.” She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. He applied the clamps to her nipples quickly. She winced at the sudden pain.
    He moved so he stood behind her, partly so he could see her fully in the mirror, mostly to hide his straining erection until he could get it under control. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Can you wear them for a few minutes?”
    “Yes, Richard.”
    He kissed her shoulder; let his lips travel up the pulsing vein in her neck to her earlobe. He drew the sensitive skin into his mouth and bit down. “You are delicious.” His hands slid along the slender columns of her arms, down to her wrists and back to her shoulders. “I’ll take the clamps off in a few minutes. I want your nipples to be hard and erect for the massage I’ve arranged.”
    “Yes, Richard.”
    He wrapped the sarong around her again, taking delight in the way the nipple clamps pressed against the thin silk. She followed him to the restaurant where he’d arranged a secluded booth with a velvet-padded bench large enough for two. The waiter took their order and discreetly disappeared. Richard poured the wine and handed Fallon a glass. “I’m going to remove the clamps now.”
    “Here?”
    “Yes, here.” He loosened the fastener holding her sarong. “No one will see us,” he assured. “Keep the wine glass in your hand. Don’t spill it, no matter what.”
    “Yes, Richard,” she breathed as his fingers closed over the clamp on her left breast. He released the clamp and replaced it with his mouth. She jerked, but kept the wine glass steady.
    “Good girl,” he whispered, his fingers replacing his mouth. “I need my hand, but I don’t want your nipple to be alone.” He took her free hand and brought it to her breast. “Pinch your nipple Fallon.”
    She did as he instructed.
    “That’s a good girl. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop.”
    He turned his attention to the loaf of crusty bread the waiter left on the table earlier. He sliced off a large piece to reveal the soft, porous inside. He tore off a hunk and dipped it into the wine glass she still held steady.
    “You can stop now.”
    As soon as her fingers left her nipple, he took the wine soaked bread and pressed it to her nipple. She jumped as the chilled liquid met her heated skin, the alcohol burning into the places where his teeth and the clamps had chafed. Rivulets of blood colored wine ran down her breast. Richard popped the bread into his mouth and used his tongue to lap the wine from her skin.
    “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my life. Do you want me to remove the other clamp?”
    “Yes, Richard.” He had to strain to hear her faint whisper.
    When he was done, he fastened her sarong and signaled for the discreet waiter to bring their dinner. He ate heartily and encouraged Fallon to do the same.
    “You’ll need your strength for the massage.”

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    Fallon chewed and swallowed.