Free Under His Spell by Jade Lee, Kathy Lyons Page B

mind, ready and waiting for her to use. But she didn’t. She liked where she was.
    “Nicky? Would you say the word if you didn’t like what I said?”
    “Yes.”
    “Excellent.” Then he abruptly narrowed his eyes and spoke in a commanding tone. “Nicky! Tell me the truth now. Is being dominated one of your fantasies?”
    She felt her lips curve in a slow smile. She meant to ask for more details. But in this state, she didn’t have the ability to question. She simply answered. “Yes.”
    “How?” he asked.
    She simply opened her eyes and looked at him.
    “Ah,” he said, and she could tell he understood. “That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me what you want, Nicky. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
    She arched a brow. “Make me come. Make me orgasm over and over and over. Make me scream your name while you are thick and hard, ramming inside me.” She shivered at the delight of it all. “Oh, I want that so very much.”
    “Oh,” he said, and his voice came out as a kind of squeak. Then he cleared his throat. “But I don’t think that’s what the normal Nicky wants.”
    She looked back at him, and she saw the torchlight reflected in his eyes. It had the same effect as his watchstrobing in front of her. Her mind bled away and she said exactly what she was thinking. “Of course it’s what normal Nicky wants. I am Normal Nicky. And Responsible Nicky, too.” She grimaced as she referred to her boring persona. “Why do you think I called you? I’m not dumb, you know. I wanted to feel this free again. I want you to try again.”
    She abruptly leaned forward, dashing close enough to his face to quickly lick his lips. He wasn’t expecting it and he drew back with a gasp. But she knew she had affected him. There was a distinct bulge beneath his jeans.
    “Uh…” He blinked at her, obviously at war within himself. So she decided to help him out.
    “I want to tell you a fantasy, Jimmy.”
    “Uh…okay.”
    “I want a master. A sex master. I want him to tell me exactly what to do when and where and how. I want him to decide everything. And I want him to make me come over and over and over again.”
    He arched a brow at her, but there was hunger in his gaze. “You want me to do all the work, don’t you? And take all the responsibility.”
    She grinned. He understood. “You’re an inventor, Jimmy. Invent for me the perfect orgasm.”
    He stared at her, still undecided. “Is this what you want, Nicky? Is this what you want deep down inside in your most honest self?”
    “Oh, yes!” There was no doubt in her mind because there was no need to hide her desires in this island paradise. That’s what she most loved about it. No thoughts. No responsibility. Just pleasure.
    “But why me, Nicky? Why out of all the men in the world did you come to me?”
    She grinned. He was so silly. “Because you make this place, this moment, this feeling. You make it perfect and safe and free.” She spread her legs in an obvious invitation. “So will you do it? Will you give me the perfect orgasm?”

8
    J IM TRIED TO FORCE his brain to work, but the moment Nicky dared him to give her the most perfect orgasm, his thoughts fuzzed straight out. He tried to keep things sane. He’d tried to explore why she wanted him to do this to her, why she needed to be hypnotized to touch this sexual side of her, why…a thousand whys. But whenever he tried to force himself to think, he came back to: why not?
    She was aware. She was articulate. And she’d told him exactly what she wanted. Why not give it to her? Why not show the Nicky of his dreams that he could be more than just the safe loser from down the street. He was strong, he could dominate and he could, by God, be her sexual master. Why not?
    “Are you going to regret this in the morning, Nicky? ’Cause you’re damn well going to remember it.”
    She grinned and stretched her arms high above her head, thrusting her breasts toward him in open