Free When All Else Fails by J. M. Dabney

clench painfully.
    Pulling to a stop in the garage, she shifted found herself pinned by Andrea’s dark, heated stare. “I don’t like being jealous, Eva, but it’s become a habit when it comes to you. The thought of someone else touching you, the way Marley….”
    The growl in her voice sent a shiver down Eva’s spine, left her pussy wet and aching. She craved Andrea’s touch, and it didn’t matter if it was fingertips or lips. She just needed the woman staring at her with white-hot desire, no one else.
    “She doesn’t make me feel the way you do.”
    “The moment you grinned when her hand neared, you knew it would be my undoing, didn’t you?”
    “Maybe a little.”
    “Eva, that won’t do. You can’t tease me and get away with it. Get upstairs.”
    Dangerous—that was the only way to describe the emotion in dark-chocolate eyes. Her stomach knotted with nerves and arousal. The pulsing and tingling between her legs increased in intensity. Part of her thought she’d goaded her lover too far, but it didn’t change the frantic tempo her heart beat in her chest.
    It seemed to take forever to make the journey from the garage to the apartment. Her lover’s gaze on her was as tangible as a caress. She stepped off the elevator, dying for a touch, and stopped in front of the door, the tall woman pressing in close behind her. Keys jingled, but soft lips nipping and sucking at her throat forced all thought away. One strong arm rested like a brace across the curve of her stomach, and Andrea used her lean body to force her over the threshold.
    She shivered and lifted her arms to wrap around the back of Andrea’s neck, tilting her head to allow the woman’s lips and teeth greater access. Lids drifted shut with the pleasure yet flew open when the warmth and touch of her woman disappeared. Twisting on her toes, her heart almost stopped at the sight of Andrea leaning back against the door, her weight causing the lock to click.
    “Undress, Eva.” The tone made it clear this wasn’t a request.
    She worked the buttons on her shirt loose, swallowing hard. She shook hard, darting a wary glimpse at Andrea, but the woman only nodded. She bent to lift the legs of her jeans and unzipped her knee-high boots. Her mind blanked, her heart kicking up a frantic pace.
    “Andrea?” She chewed her lip nervously, shifting her feet while she released the front catch of her bra, the last of her cover.
    “I want you to go to the couch and lean over it. You’re going to wait there until I come back. Say you understand.”
    “Yes, I understand.” She complied with the woman’s command, marched to the black leather sofa, and bent forward. The cool leather against her warm skin made her shiver. Exposed, her ass in the air, a cool breeze blew across her overheated, wet pussy. The ring of boots on the metal winding metal staircase went up. It seemed an eternity until they descended.
    “You’re so sexy. Full, perfect, just the way a woman is supposed to be. But I’m going to teach you it’s not nice to tease. Arms behind your back.”
    She swallowed and tried to take deep breaths, but her head swam with lack of oxygen. Games had never been part of her boring, vanilla-sex life. She’d secretly wanted wilder, hotter, but her ex—no, he wasn’t a factor. No one else but her and her sexy lover existed here. Bracing her stomach on the couch, she brought her arms back and laced her fingers at the small of her back.
    Smooth, cool fabric looped around her wrists; the ends of the tie or scarf teased over her skin, and then Andrea tied it. Tight enough to restrain, but not enough to restrict blood flow. Palms stroked over one ass cheek and the other. She pushed her hips into the gentle caress but instead received a stinging slap. The pleasure/pain sent chill bumps over her entire body. Gentle, soothing caresses eased the pain for a moment but another slap to one cheek followed…then to the other.
    When it repeated, she cried out and whimpered.