Free Seduction's Call by dakota trace Page A

picked up one of the smaller glass globes. “I do believe this will do.”
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    Braelyn stared intently when he ran the flaming ball of cotton around the inside of the globe. The flames were mesmerizing. They flickered and sent a spectrum of color cascading across the surface of the glass. A startled gasp escaped her when he removed the flame to immediately place the heated lip against her nipple. She’d expected to feel the warmth of the glass but not the suction. Within a mere heartbeat, the air inside cooled and tugged hard at the peak of her breast, drawing more of her sensitive flesh inside. It was much stronger than she’d expected but she decided she wouldn’t change it for anything. It felt wonderful.
    She moaned into the gag when he lightly tapped the dome, sending a vibration though her captured flesh.
    “There’s one. Are you ready for the next one?”  
    Nodding, she watched with bated breath as he repeated the procedure. A low sound built in his throat as his gaze devoured her. Inhaling sharply, she braced herself for him to tap the globe the same way he had the other. For the vibration that she knew she’d feel all the way to her sex. Her nerves pulled tighter when instead he lifted one finger to trace around the edge of the cup.
    When he dragged his tongue across his lower lip, she nearly melted into the bed. He looked as if he wanted to eat her up. “Beautiful.” His one word of praise touched her more than a hundred words from another. Stretching across her, he unhooked her wrists from the headboard, his hands massaging her arms. “On your knees, little one.”
    It took her several tries, but with a bit of help, she managed to tuck her knees under her and move into the position he wanted. As he looped the restraints over the hook above her head, she suddenly realized how diabolical her Sir was.
    By pulling her hands above her head and attaching her the way he had, it pulled her body forward at such an angle her breasts swung freely.   By adding the weight of the globes, she bordered on drowning in her own pleasure. Her gag caught her muffled plea when he tapped the side of one breast, causing both to move.
    The cups pulled even harder on her nipples. Oh my god, oh my god. It took all her concentration to not come right then and there. Then she caught a glimpse of him retrieving the lotion bottle. Expecting him to warm it with his hands like before, the cold feel of the lotion hitting the heated skin between her shoulder blades tore a garbled sound of ecstasy from her.
    A satisfied sound came from behind her. “Hmmm, definitely bring ice next time.” After rubbing in the lotion, a few moments passed. She assumed he was preparing more cups. She wasn’t prepared for the vulnerability in his voice. “This is uncharted territory for me, little one. Demonesses won’t allow me to cup their backs due to their wings. The fact you will is…precious to me.”
    Her heart melted and she fell head over heels for the godling mastering her with such gentleness. She’d never felt so cherished or loved in her life. Even if it’s only temporary. The sobering thought was eclipsed by heat as he attached the first globe at the top of her shoulder. Hissing at the pleasure, she pressed back against the hand holding the cup in place until it sealed.
    “ Shhh , that’s one.” His breath teased her ear. “Seven more to go.” His fingers trailed down her spine. “I’m going to put one here,” they brushed the area below her shoulder blade. “Then here…” He touched a spot several inches lower in the middle of her back. “And finally here…” She shook her head in desperation when he brushed a spot so sensitive at the base of her back that no one ever touched it.
    To the banshees it was a sacred spot, only to be touched by their mate and only for the purpose of procreating. It could not only trigger her mating song, but it was the key to insuring conception between the male banshee and his chosen