Free Reckless Curves by Sienna Stapleton Page B

everything and you’ll be much more sensitive and feel everything I do.”
    I watched as he slowly slid a finger down my outer labia. “Without all this hair soaking it up, you’d be so very slick. What do you say, baby? Next time will you shave this for me?”
    Busy trying to process the sensations he created, my mind blanked on his question and I absently nodded my agreement.
    He touched me right over my entrance, swirled a finger around my opening, the sensation maddening. “Good girl. For now though, I’m going to give you everything you deserve and never received.”
    Then much to my confusion and dismay he removed his fingers completely, leaving me achy and desperate. Before I could stop it, a pitiful whine escaped my throat and earned me another grin in response.
    “Lesson number one, baby. I decide when to give you pleasure and how much you receive. We have all night, so I’m going to take my time and enjoy you.”
    I almost blurted out a protest, but his words stoked my imagination and I stopped. As much as I wanted him right now, I was also desperate to see what he had in store for me.
    As if I was the most precious thing in the world, he grazed a knuckle along the inside of my thigh, down, then back up, over and around my mound, only to repeat the process on my other leg. I’d never realized how sensitive that area of skin actually was…until now. The exquisite torture had me curling my fingers around the straps securing the cuffs to the bed. If this was some sort of test, I was determined to pass it. My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched emptily each time he passed over my mound without touching me. As much as I wanted to win our bet, my resolve slowly crumbled until I was nothing more than a puddle of need.
    “Please.” The plea tore from me before I could stop it, ending my bid to win.
    Brent flicked his gaze up, his look dark with desire. “Please what?”
    His question only served to confuse my lust filled mind. I stared at him blankly as I struggled to find the right answer. In the novels I’d read, the subs called their Doms “sir” or “master.” Is that what he wanted from me?”
    “Please what?” He repeated then stroked a finger down through my nether lips, scattering my thoughts and forcing the words from my lips.
    “Sir,” I offered, praying it was correct. “Please, Sir.”
    While his eyes remained dark with desire, his lips quirked up at the ends. “Very nice, baby,” he murmured and slid the finger into me. The swift invasion caused the already sensitive nerves inside my vagina to flare to life. Desperate for him to give me more, I arched up even as I whimpered like some needy puppy. I really should have been embarrassed by the way I acted, but at that moment I couldn’t find it in me to be shamed.
    His grin widened as he slowly lowered his head. “I love the sound of your surrender.”
    Riveted, I watc hed as his mouth covered my clit. His tongue gently flicked across my tiny bud, sending shockwaves racing through me. My entire lower half tightened in response. My channel clamped around his finger like a vice. Desperate to touch him, I pulled at the bindings and was quickly reminded of my predicament. A fresh shot of desire slid through me, and I grew impossibly wetter at the realization that I was at his mercy. Never in my life had I felt so out of control and, God help me, but I liked it.
    My impending climax grew, building on itself until the world narrowed to just the sensations he was pulling from me. His hands, his mouth, the tightness low in my belly. Just a little more….
    Just as I was on the verge of release, he pulled his finger out and lifted his head, leaving me feeling unbelievably empty and riding that painful edge of release.
    My protest came quick as I sobbed the word "No," only to receive a wry smile in return.
    “Oh yes,” he replied. “Rule number three, baby. You will come only when I allow you to come. Always assume that you don’t have