Free Dirty Work: A Bad Boy Romance by Sophie Brooks Page B

post of the headboard.  
    He kissed his way back to my throat, then up the other arm. I moaned and squirmed with anticipation but still had to ask. “What’s with the cuffs?”  
    Jake looked back at me with an evil grin, his eyes flashing. “It’s so that this time, you won’t argue when I make you come with my tongue.”  
    I shivered with anticipation. “Why would I argue about that?”  
    “Because that’s what you do. Correction. That’s what we do,” he said as he secured my other wrist to the far bedpost. “But in the future, we’re going to argue productively. We’re going to hash it out and come up with a plan. Together. Productive arguing, that’s what we’ll do. And right now, I’m going to produce two orgasms, yours and yours. You don’t get to go free until you’ve come twice for me. Got it, Red?”  
    “Yes, sir.” I said, flashing back to some of our earlier games involving bondage.  
    Jake sat back, lightly straddling my stomach, looking pleased at the sight of me bound below him. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor, making me moan and writhe underneath him. Then he frowned. “I guess I should’ve taken your bra off first,” he said.  
    “Guess so,” I said, smirking at the expression on his face.  
    “But I’ll think of something,” he said, and he tugged the bra up over my breasts. Somehow, he stretched it above my head and tucked the cups on the pillow beneath me. I shifted around until I could rest my head without being stabbed by an underwire.  
    Jake was staring at my breasts as if they were yummier than the dinner we’d just had. He mashed his face in my cleavage, the light stubble on his chin scraping my sensitive skin. His mouth captured first one nipple, then the other, and I closed my eyes and moaned. It felt so damn good.  
    He replaced his lips with his fingers and eased his way down past my navel, over my mound, somehow managing to slip my panties off as he did so. He dipped his tongue into my slit, and I knew he could feel how wet I was for him.
    Jake trailed his hands down to my thighs, spreading them farther apart. I’m sure he knew that made me embarrassed and turned on at the same time. He hadn’t forgotten a damn thing about my body, either.
    He latched onto my clit, still holding my thighs apart. Even with my hands bound to the headboard, I couldn’t be still. I writhed around until he was spending as much time pinning me down as he was licking my clit. It felt too good to hold still.  
    My breathing sped up, and Jake licked harder, circling my clit, cutting across it, flicking it back and forth. When I was really close, he plunged two fingers inside me, dragging them slowly across my inner walls. I came with a scream, my back arching off the bed, Jake’s tongue still buried in my folds.  
    Jake eased his head up but kept his fingers inside me. I felt myself clenching around his fingers, milking them like I hoped to milk his cock. “That’s one, Red.” He sat up on the bed, his breath a little labored but not as much as mine was. He stood up and pulled off his jeans. But then, to my surprise, he headed out of the room. “Don’t go anywhere,” he called back.  
    I huffed out a breath of annoyance and twisted on the bed. Where exactly did he think I was going to go?  
    He came back a minute later holding something long and flat in his hands. My pulse doubled when I saw it. It was a metal yardstick. “I’ll be good, sir.” I said, in case that was what this game was about.  
    He grinned and held it in both hands. “It’s not for spanking, though that’s a good idea.” He smacked the end of it against his palm, as though getting a feel for it. But then he set it aside, laying it on the edge of the bed. “Tonight, I have a different punishment in mind.”  
    My pulse rate increased yet again, and wetness surged between my legs. But then another question occurred to me. “Wait, why am I getting punished?”  
    He just