Free To Sir by Rachell Nichole Page B

take it but presented her hand to him without a word. A silent consent. He secured the cuff and clicked a leather tie to one of the loops with a small hook. He placed the other end of the tie in her opposite hand, though both ends had hooks that could tie the cuffs together. Bound, but not really. He seemed to know that tying her up like that would be going too far, that she would tell him to stop. She was glad, because she wasn’t quite ready for this…whatever it was…to end.
    He held the middle part of the leather and led her toward the bed. He tugged it lightly from her hand and wrapped the tie once around the tall poster of the bed, then handed her back the free end. She clutched it tightly, the cold metal digging the tiniest bit into her palm.
    A soft click from his hand and the vibrator turned on, pulsing on and off against her breast. “Let go whenever you wish,” he said from behind her. He was giving her permission. And she didn’t know how she felt about that. His sizzling breath shivered down her spine. If she didn’t come soon, she might die.
    Her eyes slid closed, and she let herself lie awash in the sensations racking her body. Amazing. His hand skittered over her bottom, and she jerked against the restraints. Holy hell, this was hot. This was how Sarah would feel tied up and at Hawke’s mercy. It was starting to maybe make sense.
    His hand grew more insistent on her backside, cupping her cheek and squeezing. Her hips thrust forward, trying to create enough friction in her jeans for her to come. But there wasn’t anything to help her. She almost let go of the tie so she could fondle herself. Then she felt his scorching fingers at the entrance of her shirt.
    “Liz?” he whispered against her ear.
    “Yes?”
    “I’m going to touch you now.” His voice was roughened with need. All she could do was moan in response.
    He dipped his long finger into her shirt. God, please let him go right for the nipple. Instead he touched the pulsing vibrator and slipped it from her bra. Damn it. She groaned her frustration. That earned her a soft chuckle from behind. Then he was sliding up her shirt, trailing the vibrator along the skin of her bare belly. He swirled it around her abdomen, up and down, driving her crazy. Her abdomen clenched and released against the sensation, and she squirmed against her restraints. Just when she was sure he was going to torture her past her limit, he slid the bullet lower, holding it against the top of her jeans. Oh, yes.
    “Wait,” she mumbled, some kind of sense finally breaking through this erotic haze.
    He froze, the vibrator silencing instantly.
    “Have you used these with other people?”
    “No. Everything’s pretty new. I’m the only one that’s ever touched this.”
    “Why?” she asked. She couldn’t help it.
    “Because I don’t bring subs home to play with anymore.”
    She wanted to ask why, but she ignored the question in favor of the burning desire racking her body. “Okay.”
    “Okay?” he asked.
    She nodded, arching her back in invitation. He unbuttoned her pants with one adept hand and slipped the vibrator inside. It hung between her panties and her jeans, lying right against her clit. Something vibrated to life behind her, and he swore. Oh, God. Another vibrator? She didn’t know if she could handle any more.
    “Sorry, I have to…”
    She turned to glare at him over her shoulder. He was reaching into his pocket for his phone. He was taking a phone call now ?
    “Stay,” he said. “Please. Look at anything you want. Help yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” He held the phone up to his ear, mouthed, I’m sorry , and said, “Damn it, Dusty, something better be on fire— Oh, shit.”
    He turned and hurried from the room.
    What the hell?
    Liz stood there, frozen, hurt, confused. And then the vibrator roared to life in her pants, and she cried out, the orgasm overtaking her. That little shit still had the remote.

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