Free The Devil Made Me Do It by Amelia James Page A

her, angled his cock just the right way, and fucked her like the bad boy she fantasized about. She came right before he did.
    “ Is that the best you can do?” Rachel panted, laughing.
    What the hell? He thought that was pretty good. “Come here.” He untied her and tossed her on the bed. Using what was left of her dress, he tied her ankles to the bedposts and tangled her arms in his shirt, pinning them above her head. Then he blindfolded her with his tie. He kneeled between her spread legs and hesitated for just a split second, wondering if he went too far. But she hadn’t used the safe words so he smiled and leaned over her.
    Rachel caught her breath as his mouth hovered over her, moving slowly over her body. His lips brushed her thigh—barely—and then he moved away and she couldn’t feel him any more. She didn’t know where he was. She didn’t know what he was going to do next. Oh. My. God. What a turn on! Not being able to see heightened her other senses. His touch was intensified. She could feel him in so many ways. She heard his body slide across the sheets when he moved toward her. She could smell sweat and sex. Their game had changed from physically intense to sensually intense, but Rachel liked the unexpected switch.
    He kissed her thigh, so she expected him to kiss the other one, but no. His lips closed over her nipple instead. She thought she figured out his pattern, but he surprised her again when his lips touched her neck. Oh my…and then his fingers played between her spread legs. She gave up trying to predict his next move and just enjoyed the uncertainty.
    James wanted to take full advantage of the blindfold. Keeping her guessing about where he was going to touch and kiss her was good, but it wasn’t enough. What else could he do to her? He glanced around the room and found something interesting. “Don’t go away, baby.”
    The mattress moved and Rachel knew James was no longer on the bed. She listened. She heard footsteps, cabinets being opened and closed, glasses or bottles clinking together. Seemed like an odd time to make a drink. The mattress sank under his weight. “What are you doing?”
    “ You tell me.”
    Something cool and wet rolled around her nipple, first one, then the other. Then James licked the wetness off, slowly, turning her nipples into aching little peaks. He touched her lips with it and she tasted it with the tip of her tongue. Sweet.
    James gently pushed it into her mouth. “Eat it.”
    Sweet, juicy, round, firm. “A cherry.”
    “ Very good. Now tell me what this is.”
    A drop of liquid splashed on her belly and James licked it off. Another drop landed on her lips. Ooo…sour. “A lime.” A different larger splash pooled between her breasts. He sipped it from her skin then kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth to make sure she got a taste. “Vodka,” Rachel said. “Are you mixing a drink on me?”
    James chuckled. “There’s just one thing missing.”
    Something cold, hard, and dripping wet slid down her body from her throat to her clit. “Ice.” Rachel shivered and tried to pull her legs closed but her bonds wouldn’t give. The ice cube slipped lower and melted in seconds when it contacted her hot flesh. The cold felt almost painful but, at the same time, it was…ooo…yes.
    Another ice cube circled her nipples, dripping down her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, begging for more. James suckled one and teased the other with the ice cube. Her back ached. “More.”
    “ What’s the word?”
    Word? What word? “Please.”
    He waited.
    “ Now?”
    He stopped touching her.
    Oh. “Green,” she breathed.
    James smiled against her skin as he slid the ice cube down her body and followed it with his tongue. He teased her clit with the ice until she squealed, and then he heated her with his mouth. The ice melted fast as he slid it into every crease and fold. He pushed the last little sliver inside her where it melted completely. But it wasn’t until he