Free 31 Flavors of Kink by Leia Shaw & Cari Silverwood Page A

each other silently for a moment, giddy smiles plastered on our faces. In a bold move, I get my retribution by snaking my hand up his chest to pinch his nipple.
    “Ow!” He grasps my hand to free his nipple. “You’re not a very good sub,” he teases.
    “Maybe you’re not a good Dom,” I counter with a saucy grin.
    “Probably.” Evil glittering in his eyes, he folds his arms around me, then yanks me down for a kiss. Our lips meet, and he holds the back of my head as the kiss deepens. Not that I’m planning on leaving. The play of lips on lips, soft and hard, tongue and teeth, is a dance Nick has always done well. I snuggle closer and catch my breath. My eyelids drift lower as I give in to the sensations. I sneak my hand onto his chest, palm flattened, and play with the hair above his shirt neckline. When he stops kissing me, I’m breathing hard and very conscious of his body beneath me.
    His gaze locks with mine. “So let’s just be us.”
    I smile. Us. Nick and Sidney. Not vanilla. Not rocky road. Any kind of thirty-one flavors we want to be. I bite my lip and nod.
    With both hands, he grasps my ass and squeezes. “Now let me tie you up so we can fuck and feel better.”
    I laugh and shake my head. From Romeo to American Pie in the span of a few seconds. “Typical. I should go next door and get the suave version of a husband.”
    The amused glint in his eye gives me a millisecond warning. With a growl he rises and topples me sideways. “Get undressed. I’ll be back. With ropes.”
    This is the Nick I’ve been praying for and the first time he’s taken the initiative with sex and bondage. But I can’t resist making a suggestion. A certain book cover calls me.
    “Can I show you something?”
    He stops on his way toward our closet and waits. The Kindle’s on the bedside table. If I hesitate, I’ll never do this. My courage is leaking away. I turn it on and find the right book with the erotic cover I’ve been lusting after, then slide across the bed to show him.
    “This.” I point to the picture of the woman lying on her stomach, hog-tied like some kind of prized heifer. It makes me nervous as well as aroused.
    Silence. Then a second later, “You sure? Looks…uhh…not very comfortable.”
    “That’s nothing. You should see Shibari.”
    “The sushi place?”
    “No. Japanese rope bondage. I’ll show you later. So? Do you have enough neckties for this one?”
    He sucks in air through his teeth. “No, but I can manage. This looks hot. And I always wanted to turn you into a pretzel.”
    I chuckle. “Yeah, just try to remember which way my limbs bend, will you?”
    He just points at the bed and grins. “Get naked.”
    Right. Slowly I sit up. I started this; I can finish it. I blink, take a big breath, then reach back for my bra clasp.
    By the time I’m naked, Nick’s also undressed and has a small pile of ropes at the edge of the bed. Where they came from, I have no idea. I’ve certainly never seen them in the closet.
    As if he read my mind, he says, “I bought it to hang a clothesline outside last summer, but we found that deal on a dryer instead.”
    “ Hmm ,” I answer, distracted by his erection, already waving skyward. I’ve always thought the male organ looked like someone stuck it on as an afterthought, but now, knowing what I’ve given him permission to do, it makes me nervous.
    I want to encourage this take-charge side of him, so I scurry onto the bed when he points and sit there on my heels.
    “On your tummy,” he orders, and I shiver.
    The white rope in his hands makes my stomach clench. Not all fear, though—there’s only a little of that. Anticipation has my mind and body on edge. I know I want this.
    “Arms first.” He wraps the rope about my arms just above the elbow.
    Nick is an expert with knots from his days of exploring caves. I can trust him to tie them right, and most likely I won’t get loose, unless he wants me to.
    First my left arm, then my right, and the