Free Fixed 01 - Fantasy Fix by Christine Warren Page A

soft, silky feathers caressing her stomach.
    You always have a choice, milaya.
    The words whispered through her, less a sound than a knowing, and Reggie groaned. Damn it, he’s doing it again.
    The feather tickled her stomach below the hem of the corset, dipped into the crease between hip and thigh and swirled in teasing circles down toward her aching pussy, half an inch at a time. How can I be doing it again when I have barely started?
    I don’t know how you’re doing it in the first place!
    Her abdominal muscles clenched against the sensations racing though them, and Reggie shook her head to clear it. The idea of being tied down and at the mercy of a strange man freaked her out quite enough. Being tied down and at the mercy of a strange man with supernatural abilities might just be too much for her to handle.
    You can handle more than you think, dushka. And you will.
    The feathery touch withdrew long enough to let her take a breath, but not long enough that she could brace herself before it returned, this time stroking softly against the underside of her breast. It felt different this time, though. Before, the sensation had been like a ghosting on her skin, gone without a trace, so if she had been alone (and not tied up), she would have wondered if she’d imagined it. This time the feathers, though just as soft, seemed to leave an echo of their touch on the skin beneath her left breast even as they moved on to the right.
    “What are you doing?” she gasped, her back arching involuntarily to press her skin against the phantom touch.
    He didn’t answer—at least, not verbally. But the very next thing to pierce her consciousness was the warm, damp glide of his tongue along the skin where the feather had dusted.
    “Oh! What—?” She broke off at the feel of the feathers tickling her mouth. When they pulled away, she instinctively licked her lips. She felt the fine grit of dust for a split second before the texture melted against her tongue, leaving her with the warm, sweet taste of honey in her mouth.
    It is almost as sweet as your skin, milka. But I think you taste even better on your own.
    His tongue flicked out in a last, brief caress to the heavy curve of her right breast. All at once, he lowered his head and drew one taut, dusky nipple deep into his mouth.
    “Ah,” she groaned while the meaning of her life distilled down to that one moment and the sensation of Dmitri sucking at her breast.
    His mouth felt like a furnace against her skin, and he drew on her flesh with strong, rhythmic pulls. She tried to reach down to him, to cradle his head in her hands, but she only succeeded in tugging hard at the silken ropes that bound her. Frustrated, she groaned even louder and arched closer to him. His mouth felt wonderful—better than wonderful—but the attention to her breasts only made her cunt throb in time to his sucking.
    His teeth closed around her nipple. Perfectly still, milaya. Be a good girl for me.
    “Misha,” she began, her voice faintly pleading. “Please…”
    Aren’t I pleasing you? Even in her mind she could hear the amused note in his words, and she scowled.
    “Tease.”
    Dmitri chuckled, pulling his mouth from her breast with a hollow pop. He left her only long enough to trace a path across her chest and to her other nipple. He latched on with evident greed, and Reggie moaned, her hands clenching and releasing uselessly above her head.
    Am I teasing you, dushka?
    One strong, long-fingered hand began to attend to her abandoned nipple, caressing the nubby areole before taking the swollen tip between finger and thumb and pinching a little less than gently.
    “Ah! Yes, Misha. Please. O-oh!”
    She felt his mouth leave her aching breast, felt the loss of his heat when he drew back from her. Yet his fingers continued to play with her puckered nipple, pinching and rolling the swollen nub.
    Even with the blindfold on, she sensed his eyes on her. His gaze itself touched her, caressed her like another