Free 31 Flavors of Kink by Leia Shaw & Cari Silverwood

arms down to undo the top button, but something yanks on my ear.
    Ow! Ow, ow, ow. I freeze, my arms overhead, my shirt covering my face. The top button is stuck on the stupid hoop earrings I insisted on wearing to work today. I was trying to look sexy. Not so sexy now, am I?
    “Honey? Are you okay?”
    He doesn’t need to see my face to know I’m blushing. I’m sure it covers my entire body. But I can recover. I can still pull this off. Somehow I will make this sexy.
    “Um.” My voice is muffled in my shirt. I go for a casual tone. “I’m fine. I’m just, uh, going slow. So you can, you know, savor it.” I move my hips side to side in a seductive sway while simultaneously trying to untangle my earring.
    The arm opposite the stuck earring is halfway in my shirtsleeve, so I jerk my upper body to the side, trying to get it over to help. But it won’t quite reach where I need it. I’m panting with the exertion and getting a bit frantic that it won’t come loose. I wriggle my arms furiously, trying to get them out of the sleeves. Every few seconds I stop and shake my hips toward Nick. Or somewhere. I’m not really sure which direction I’m facing anymore.
    Oh God, how ridiculous do I look?
    I hear a strangled snort from behind me. I spin around and freeze. Is he laughing at me? Except for the crinkling of the shirt over my ears, the room is silent.
    My arms ache and my ear hurts. I blow out a breath of air.
    Nick clears his throat. “Do you need help?” The end of the sentence is choked off with a covered chuckle.
    “Yes,” I say, defeated.
    I hear him rise from the bed. Then his fingers are on me, unbuttoning my blouse.
    “Careful,” I tell him from inside the cave of my shirt. “My earring is stuck.”
    “I got it.”
    His fingers work deftly, freeing my face and arms, until just the blouse is dangling from my earring. He works on getting that loose too, leaning in close to see where the earring and blouse entangle. I look up at him. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from being stuck in my shirt, but he’s never looked so handsome.
    “Hi,” I say sheepishly.
    He smirks. “Hi.” His breath touches my lips and lingers.
    Suddenly I want to kiss him. Need to kiss him. I lean forward. “Ow!” Something tugs my earring.
    “Stay still,” he orders softly. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against his body. Goose bumps rise along the skin on my belly and back. Am I getting turned on? I exhale a laugh.
    Nick is rescuing me from an utterly unsexy and quite possibly life-threatening striptease. I probably looked like one of those moles with the red tendril thingies on its head, clawing its way out of the ground. I should be digging a hole into the ground and hiding in humiliation.
    Finally the blouse falls to the floor, and my ear is free. I pull both hoops out and place them on the dresser. Nick steps back and looks me over. His mouth is tight with a restrained grin.
    I point a finger at him. “Don’t. Laugh.”
    He covers his mouth with his hand, and his shoulders shake. I cast him a dirty look, then launch myself at him, toppling him onto the bed. I straddle his hips as his hysterical laughter fills the room.
    “Shut up.” I try to cover his mouth with my hand, but he blocks me.
    “That was cute, Sid,” he says between roars of laughter. “It was like a sea cucumber giving birth to an anemone.”
    I gasp and try to smack him, but he dodges my hand.
    “A sexy sea cucumber,” he adds.
    This time, I go for the jugular. He catches my wrists and holds them captive. “So violent. I may be new at this, but I’m pretty sure beating up your Dom is bad behavior. Should I punish you now?”
    “No! I’m too mad.” I pout, pulling my wrists from his hands. “I won’t fulfill any more of your fantasies if you make fun of me.”
    He smiles. “Honey, you fulfill my fantasies every day just by being you.”
    I chuckle nervously. “Sure.” But I’m touched, whether it’s true or not.
    We stare at