Free Kane: An Assassin's Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton

tight enough to give the illusion of captivity. She had no hesitation playing this kind of game with Kane. “What’s next?” Her voice emerged as a croak, and she cleared her throat, her eyes watchful as he slid down her body.
    “Close your eyes and enjoy.”
    His cryptic answer fueled her curiosity, but she found herself complying by squeezing shut her eyes. Her nerves sang with tension, waiting to see what he would do next. Her nipples throbbed at the slight chill invading the room, exposed so blatantly by the position in which he had tied her. She expected his mouth to find the needy peaks, but instead, it discovered the secret between her thighs.
    When his tongue invaded her slick pussy, seeming intent on devouring everything in its path, her hips arched automatically, seeking more from him. Her clit swelled when he flicked his tongue across it, spreading liquid heat that seemed to spread from her sex to all throughout her body. It was exquisite to have him loving her so intimately, his mouth finding every tiny place that could bring her pleasure. She closed her eyes tighter still, clasping her hands with enough force to turn her knuckles white in the hopes of staving off the cries of delight trying to burst from her.
    Kane pressed gentle kisses to her mound before his tongue delved back into her crevice, to sweep once again from her clit to her opening. She parted her thighs wider when he brought a hand between them, anticipating his fingers would enter her. His thumb and forefinger parted her lips, but his tongue never stopped in its appointed task, continuously sweeping small circles around her throbbing clit.
    At the first touch of something unidentifiable against her opening, Danika’s eyes popped open. Before she could inquire, the item slid inside her. It was rigid, and just a tad cold, with a ribbed pattern. As Kane pushed it deep inside her, and then withdrew it slowly, his tongue continuing to work magic everywhere it touched, a mingled cry of pleasure and shock escaped her. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the question in her mind. Finally, her mouth formed the words. “What is that?”
    He lifted his head to answer her, his face bearing traces of her feminine fluid. “Do you remember the glass bulbs you purchased at the mall?”
    She nodded, finding it difficult to answer when he rotated the item inside her, while simultaneously thrusting it into her.
    “There was one in particular that you might remember. It’s about six inches long, swirled like an ice cream cone, and made of clear glass, with flecks of silver glistening in it. Do you know the one I mean?”
    “Y-yes.”
    His eyes were dark with passion, but he seemed intent on controlling his own needs. “It struck me the day you selected it that it would make an excellent dildo. I fantasized about sliding it into your pussy, never dreaming I would have the chance.” He trailed off, slowing the pace of the ornament’s thrusts. “How does it feel?”
    “Strange…good. I like the coolness. It’s an interesting contrast to the heat…” She trailed off, a flush of embarrassment warming her cheeks.
    “This is one decoration that won’t end up on that tree.” He rotated it again, letting her feel each groove of the swirled pattern. “I’m going to reserve it for the much more pleasurable job of fucking you.”
    Danika was panting with exertion and excitement, trembling on the edge of an orgasm. “Will you be fucking me too? The ornament is nice, but no substitute for you.”
    He laughed. “Patience. We have all night.”
    It was true, but she wasn’t certain she could go all night without satisfaction, particularly if it involved taking Kane’s cock inside her. Biting on the inside of her cheek, she willed herself to rein in the impulse to beg him to make love to her right then, knowing it would be more satisfying to let the intensity build. She only hoped she could survive his love play.
    He continued thrusting the makeshift