Free 10 Ways to Handle the Best Man by Heidi Rice Page B

Before I die of suspense.’
    She wanted to tell him no. That she wanted to see him, too, but after the near miss with the clamps, she wasn’t sure she could talk.
    She hooked her thumbs into the fabric bunched at her waist, and heard the hum of approval in his throat. The desire to provoke him returned in a rush.
    She wiggled her bottom to ease the gown over her hips. His eyes flared and his jaw tightened, intoxicating her.
    He rubbed his hand absently against his trouser leg as the gown stretched over her bottom and then dropped, to pool at her ankles.
    He exhaled sharply, and she stepped out of the garment and kicked it away.
    ‘Happy now?’ she asked, mesmerised by the growing tent in his pants. Moisture gathered in her sex. Could he see her juices glistening in the spotlight?
    ‘Ecstatic. The suspender belt is a nice touch,’ he murmured, his voice so low and raspy it scraped across her nerve endings.
    She reached to unclip the belt.
    ‘Leave it,’ he ordered, and her fingers stilled. ‘It’s like your pussy is framed in lace, especially for me.’
    Moisture gushed as he stood and came towards her. ‘I bet that clitoris is desperate to be touched, isn’t it?’
    ‘What do you think?’ She lifted her chin, determined not to show an ounce of vulnerability.
    Teasing was all well and good, but she wanted to tease him now, too.
    She’d enjoyed stripping for him, enjoyed the force of his reaction, but there was only so much torture she could take in one night without getting even.
    ‘That’s a bit rude, Sabrina,’ he said, the amusement thick in his voice as he threw her own words back at her.
    But when she lifted her hand to touch his cheek, intending to pull him down for a kiss, he grabbed her wrist, and swung her round.
    ‘Let go of me.’ She tried to wriggle free, but only became more aware of the muscular forearm banded under her breasts—and the iron bar in his pants that nudged her bottom. ‘I wanted to kiss you.’
    ‘No kissing allowed. Not on the lips.’
    ‘Why not?’ she asked, as it occurred to her they’d never shared that small intimacy.
    He didn’t answer. Bracing his foot on the chair, he bent her over his raised knee.
    ‘What are you doing?’ she gasped, struggling in earnest now, abruptly aware of her naked backside thrust up in the air.
    ‘Something that’s long overdue.’
    The loud smacking sound shocked her almost as much as the sharp, stinging heat on her left buttock.
    ‘Ouch!’
    The air expelled from her lungs in an astonished yelp, and she squirmed, but he held her firm, as two more slaps landed. Evenly spaced on her buttocks. Not too hard, but hard enough to have the heat spreading across her vulnerable bottom like wildfire. She opened her mouth, finding her voice at last, but the protest dissolved in a moan, as his blunt fingers stroked down the crease of her bum, and found her yearning clitoris, instantly zeroing in on the perfect spot.
    Sensation exploded, mixing with the stinging heat, to create a warm wave of pure pleasure.
    She shuddered, moaned, mindlessly moving into his touch, desperate to increase the friction, desperate for him to take her all the way.
    But just as the wave surged and gathered, intensifying around his stroking fingers, he stopped and spanked her again.
    ‘Not yet, Sabrina, not until I say so.’
    The stinging jolt stopped her right on the edge, suspended between intense pleasure and hot, stinging pain.
    ‘You bastard.’ She moaned, desperate, needy, mindless with lust. ‘Please, just touch me again.’
    His fingers delved, as if answering her plea, spreading her folds, circling exactly the right spot, guiding her back to that perfect oblivion.
    ‘Hold on to your orgasm. If you go over without permission again I may keep you on the edge for the rest of the night.’
    She clamped down hard, focusing on the tantalising touch, as she struggled to control the tortuous roll of pleasure.
    ‘How’s your arse?’ he mocked. ‘Nice and hot