Free Touch Me by Callie Croix

from her, still holding the belt. “Lie down on your stomach.”
    The hard tone unnerved her. She hesitated but eventually did as he said and stretched out on her front. The rough weave of the fabric rubbed against her tender nipples, sending a new rush of moisture between her thighs. She watched him from the corner of her eye, trembling with anticipation. What was he going to do?
    He stripped off his shirt and crouched next to her, his delicious scent of male musk and soap swirling in the air between them. “Give me your hands.”
    He was testing her. She read the silent challenge in his face. But this time she wasn’t chickening out.
    With a hard swallow, she raised her hands slightly, flinching when he wrapped the black leather strap around and between her wrists then stretched her arms out flat. He bent to do something underneath the chaise, and when he rose she tugged but realized she couldn’t move her arms. God, he’d tied her down to it. A burst of excitement warred with the sharp bite of fear, the intoxicating mix speeding up her breathing.
    Alex moved in behind her, and she had to crane her neck around to see him. She gasped involuntarily when he laid a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. His skin was so hot. He stroked his palm over her skin in a lazy circle, his touch warm and reassuring, a thousand times more arousing because he’d restrained her hands. Rendered her helpless against his strength.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss her nape. Everything was more heightened now. Each touch, the feel of the fabric beneath her. His tongue trailed over the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder. She lifted her head to give him better access, but he scraped his teeth over her skin and pulled away.
    His hand followed the curve of her spine, all the way down to her hips where he paused to caress each buttock. A flush of embarrassment covered her, knowing he was staring at her butt and thighs, but the seductive touch made her folds grow slick, made her clit swell and throb. She squirmed beneath his hand, parting her legs in the hopes he’d touch between them. Instead he gripped her hips with both hands and lifted, urging her up and forward. She scooted onto her knees and followed the silent command, leaning forward on her forearms to brace herself. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, her breath caught at the intent expression on his face.
    Watching her, he pressed one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, gently forcing her upper body down to the chaise until her breasts and cheek pressed against the fabric. A delicious wave of heat spread over her skin.
    With one hand he stroked her hair away from her face while he held her still. “That’s a good girl.” His deep voice sent shivers through her.
    The chaise’s cushion dipped beneath his weight when he settled on his knees behind her and pushed her thighs apart with his own. She let out a plaintive moan when he covered her with his warmth, his hard body curving over hers protectively. Through his jeans she could feel the length of his erection pressed against her buttocks. She wriggled back against him, silently asking for more.
    “So pretty, all helpless and opened up for me. I can do anything I want to you in this position, and all you can do is take it.”
    She shuddered, so turned on she could barely breathe. If he didn’t do something to take the edge off soon, she’d scream. “Alex—”
    “I’m going to make you beg for it.”
    Oh God.
    She felt his slow smile form against her shoulder. “I bet you’ll beg so sweetly, querida .”
    Tia bit her lip and waited, dying for him to take her, make her come. But she wasn’t about to let him win that easily.
    Alex sat up on his knees and resumed stroking his hands over her body. He started at her shoulders and moved down her spine to her hips, her thighs. Back up the tender insides, his hands slow and reverent. She quivered, closed her eyes as she felt the lips