Free Love Uncovered (Forbidden Fruit) by Evelyn Adams

to show himself sooner.
    Pretending to struggle with the tie holding her hair, she arched her back harder, thrusting her nipples toward the figure in the shadows. She let her lips part and her eyes drift closed as she tipped her head back and pretended to work on the tie. She heard a low throaty chuckle and the snap of the leather.
    “So, you like showing off, kitten. Or perhaps you’ve decided to tease me.” Snap. God, what was that? A whip? A crop? A belt? Cat’s mouth went dry. What would it feel like on her skin? “But you don’t have to decide anything this weekend. It’s my job to take care of you—to make sure you get what you need.” Snap. “Now, take down your hair.”
    Well, that hadn’t gone the way she wanted it to, but his words sent a thrill rippling through her. She could feel herself getting wet. Just the idea of not having to be in control excited her. She pulled off the tie and shook out her dark hair, hurrying to follow his instructions. It didn’t make sense, but she wanted to please him.
    “Good, kitten. Since you liked showing off, spread your legs.”
    “What? I…” Her words trailed off. She couldn’t do that, could she? Stand naked in a warehouse with her legs spread open. The leather snapped again and she took a shaky step, opening her legs a few inches.
    Snap. Snap.
    She was going to break that damn crop or whatever it was if he didn’t stop snapping it at her. The problem was she was trembling and she didn’t think she could move.
    Snap.
    “Wider, kitten. I want to see the lips of your pretty pussy. Spread your legs wide enough or I’ll have to bind them open.”
    Her first thought was that she couldn’t imagine having her legs spread apart and tied. But she had imagined it—imagined what it would be like to be bound and taken like that. Part of her wanted to try it. Instead she took another step, spreading her feet more than shoulder width apart. The cool air assaulted her delicate wet lips, and she felt so exposed. He would see how aroused she was.
    “Good. Very pretty and very wet. Now, let’s see how wet we can make you. Play with your nipples. I want them rosy and stretched to peaks, ready to be suckled.”
    She felt her face heat and knew she was blushing. It was just the two of them. She shouldn’t feel so vulnerable, but she did. Not being able to see or touch him and knowing he was watching made her feel exposed and excited her.
    She cupped her breasts with her hands, tentatively brushing her thumbs over the tight buds of her nipples.
    “Tsk, tsk. You can do better than that. Do it harder, kitten.”
    Nervous and aroused, Cat closed her eyes and started to roll her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. She alternated between pinching the aching flesh and gently tugging. After a few moments, she started to lose herself in the sensation and gave into the pleasure. She could smell the musky scent of her own arousal and feel the increasing wetness between her legs. She felt wanton and embarrassed. It was a strange mix of emotions and it kept her off-balance, frozen in place, touching herself.
    “Keep your eyes closed.” The voice was soft but she could tell he was closer. She squeezed her eyes shut and stilled her hands. “Don’t stop.”
    She felt him behind her, felt the warmth of him along her naked back, not quite touching her. He smelled like leather and man, his scent richer and spicier than the clean citrus scent Owen usually wore. Leather gloved hands covered her own and cupped her breasts, kneading gently. She arched, pressing her breasts into their hands and letting her head fall back against his chest. Using his gloved hand, he guided her fingers from her nipple to between her legs. He pressed her hand against her mound and her fingers slipped between her slick swollen lips.
    With a firm steady pressure he used her fingers to stroke her aching flesh. God, she was so wet and her opening was so swollen. As he pushed her slender fingers inside her, the