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

rope pulls my elbows together at my back. Each knot, each tightening of the ropes, and the casual manipulation of my body, cranks up the sexual tension. I shut my eyes to feel.
    “Good?” he asks at my ear, low and sexy.
    Head to one side, I nod, and the sheet swishes under my ear.
    “Now your legs.”
    This time he straps the cuffs on me, uses rope to attach my ankles to my wrists, then pulls them together. I end up with my knees folded and my heels resting on my buttocks.
    “Oh yeah, baby, that’s hot.” Nick sits back and looks at my rear. “I like you this way. I can do anything, and you can’t move.”
    When I wriggle to test the bonds, I find out how inextricable this position is. If I unbend my legs, it drags my wrists down, but apart from that, I’m totally stuck.
    The knowledge sends a tremor through me. I’m bound so damn tight. Then he places his hand between my legs and leaves it there. Oh God. I was wet just looking at the picture. Now I’m soaked. Just knowing Nick can do whatever he wants to, that I’m at his mercy is…freakin’ unbelievable.
    A tingle in my fingers makes me flex them.
    The first slap fully across one cheek of my ass has me forgetting my fingers. The blow echoes in my flesh and down into my pussy. Another slap, then another before he slips his fingers back along my slit and inside me.
    “Ah!” My body jerks at the invasion.
    My shoulders ache, but the little shocks of his spanking combine with the way his fingers tunnel slick and hot into my sheath and out again. It’s nice, and I can’t help squirming in appreciation, but then the ache comes to the fore. My fingers are throbbing too.
    He smacks me hard enough that I jump, then chuckles. “I like this view. I might get that toy again. See if you can take it all the way in.” He means the Throbbinator, and my internal muscles clench. His enthusiasm would be good if only I could feel my fingers.
    “Honey…”
    “Yeah, baby, you like that idea?” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him hanging over the edge of the bed. From the sounds, he’s fishing something from the basket of toys we’ve hidden there.
    “Wait. Stop.”
    His laugh might have come straight out of a B-grade horror movie. “Oh no, I’m not stopping until you come.”
    “My fingers are numb!”
    Silence, then, “Oh, God!” Nick scrambles to undo the knots. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
    “It’s all right.” Within a minute I’m free, or pretty much. My legs are loose and so are my wrists. A few pins and needles crinkle into my hands. “I guess some positions are best left for the professionals.”
    “Is this better?” Now he lies next to me, eye to eye, and strokes his big hand up my back, then delicately up my neck to run his knuckles over my cheek. There’s concern, but also lust, sparking in his gaze. “That was a ten on the sexy scale. Do you need me to untie the rest?”
    Do I? Here I am with my upper arms still restrained, though a little looser, and my face planted in the bed. He’s asking if I’m happy? I do the shimmy that lets me judge the ropes and how my limbs are taking it all. The grin spreading on his face as he watches me squirm, and the way he splays his hand on my butt, speak volumes.
    Then tendrils of slow heat spread from under his hand and reach my pussy. My nipples bunch. I’m humming down below. The little spanking and the bondage have worked wonders, and his erection prods at the side of my hip.
    My words are shaky, but I manage. “No. Keep going.”
    “Good.” The firm yet gentle palm on me turns into a pinch. I squeak, but he only uses that hand on my butt for leverage to hoist himself over me and straddle my hips.
    “What are you doing?” I gasp out. I’m being squashed down into the bedding.
    “ Shh! ” He swats my ass, and it silences me. Then he gathers my wrists at the small of my back.
    Even if a dollop of fear accompanies being tied up, I love the control I have handed him. His cock is there,