you?”
“I loved it.” It was true. She felt more sated than she had ever felt before; the adrenaline rush had only accentuated her intense passion. Maybe being warped isn’t half bad.
“Okay, that gives me ideas.” He half rolled off her, still cuddling her in his arms.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”
He grinned. “You’ll see. Let me catch my breath. Would you like a bath?”
“Where’s Rachel?”
“Next door at the sitter’s. They are keeping her all night.”
“Oh?” This was new. Rachel would be fine, Rebekah knew, but now she wondered what Nick had up his sleeve.
“So inquisitive. Patience, my dear.” He swept his lips against hers in a kiss, then another, and another. “So, how about that bath?”
Chapter Three
After bathing, Nick carefully dried Rebekah off with a towel, and then began drying her more thoroughly with her blow dryer.
“Why the hair dryer? I’m not cold.”
“You need to be completely dry for what I have in mind.”
What?
Her curiosity was piqued, but she held her tongue, enjoying the anticipation.
He went about his task with a secretive smile on his face, continuing until she was no longer damp.
He led her to their bedroom, beside their bed. “Wait standing right here with your eyes closed facing away from the door.”
More than just a little interested, she followed his directions. She closed her eyes. It seemed like it took a long time for him to come back. What is he doing? Then she heard the sounds of him returning and felt silky fabric covering her eyes and being tied at the back of her head. Her pulse quickened.
“Put your hands behind your back and interlock your fingers.” His voice was strict; it was an order. Very un-Nick-like. Hesitantly she complied. Nervous excitement hitched her breath. What if Nick gets carried away? Then she remembered. Oh, yeah. Garlic .
She heard the sound of some kind of material being torn and then felt duc t tape binding her wrists together tightly at the small of her back.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her heartbeat was now fluttery and her feminine folds were becoming moist and warm.
“Good.”
With that he lifted her up by the arms and tossed her onto the bed face down. He came on the bed beside her and slapped her bottom hard. She gasped in surprise and pain. SLAP!—again, the other cheek this time. SLAP!—once more, this time where the first one landed, and again, another stinging blow. This time she could not keep from crying out. She felt his fingers tracing circles on her chaffed flesh, and then his soft lips trailed feather light kisses over her entire bottom.
Roughly, he turned her over on her back. Expecting more pain, she was almost taken aback to feel him trickle kisses, licks, and sweet nibbles starting at her feet and moving up to her inner thigh. There the kisses became more ardent and the nibbles turned into love bites. She writhed, both from the marvelous sensation he was creating between her legs and the discomfort of the unnatural position of her arms.
“Lie still!” Another abrading smack landed, this time on her thigh.
“But—“
“Are you going to use the safe word?” His voice was soft.
“N-No.”
“Then keep quiet,” he ordered, again sounding very unlike Nick.
She shivered. What is he going to do to me?
Then she felt his tongue and lips everywhere, lingering kisses to her breasts, her mouth, and between her thighs. He encircled her clit with his tongue, around . . . and around . . . then she felt his tongue enter her core, making
“I loved it.” It was true. She felt more sated than she had ever felt before; the adrenaline rush had only accentuated her intense passion. Maybe being warped isn’t half bad.
“Okay, that gives me ideas.” He half rolled off her, still cuddling her in his arms.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”
He grinned. “You’ll see. Let me catch my breath. Would you like a bath?”
“Where’s Rachel?”
“Next door at the sitter’s. They are keeping her all night.”
“Oh?” This was new. Rachel would be fine, Rebekah knew, but now she wondered what Nick had up his sleeve.
“So inquisitive. Patience, my dear.” He swept his lips against hers in a kiss, then another, and another. “So, how about that bath?”
Chapter Three
After bathing, Nick carefully dried Rebekah off with a towel, and then began drying her more thoroughly with her blow dryer.
“Why the hair dryer? I’m not cold.”
“You need to be completely dry for what I have in mind.”
What?
Her curiosity was piqued, but she held her tongue, enjoying the anticipation.
He went about his task with a secretive smile on his face, continuing until she was no longer damp.
He led her to their bedroom, beside their bed. “Wait standing right here with your eyes closed facing away from the door.”
More than just a little interested, she followed his directions. She closed her eyes. It seemed like it took a long time for him to come back. What is he doing? Then she heard the sounds of him returning and felt silky fabric covering her eyes and being tied at the back of her head. Her pulse quickened.
“Put your hands behind your back and interlock your fingers.” His voice was strict; it was an order. Very un-Nick-like. Hesitantly she complied. Nervous excitement hitched her breath. What if Nick gets carried away? Then she remembered. Oh, yeah. Garlic .
She heard the sound of some kind of material being torn and then felt duc t tape binding her wrists together tightly at the small of her back.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her heartbeat was now fluttery and her feminine folds were becoming moist and warm.
“Good.”
With that he lifted her up by the arms and tossed her onto the bed face down. He came on the bed beside her and slapped her bottom hard. She gasped in surprise and pain. SLAP!—again, the other cheek this time. SLAP!—once more, this time where the first one landed, and again, another stinging blow. This time she could not keep from crying out. She felt his fingers tracing circles on her chaffed flesh, and then his soft lips trailed feather light kisses over her entire bottom.
Roughly, he turned her over on her back. Expecting more pain, she was almost taken aback to feel him trickle kisses, licks, and sweet nibbles starting at her feet and moving up to her inner thigh. There the kisses became more ardent and the nibbles turned into love bites. She writhed, both from the marvelous sensation he was creating between her legs and the discomfort of the unnatural position of her arms.
“Lie still!” Another abrading smack landed, this time on her thigh.
“But—“
“Are you going to use the safe word?” His voice was soft.
“N-No.”
“Then keep quiet,” he ordered, again sounding very unlike Nick.
She shivered. What is he going to do to me?
Then she felt his tongue and lips everywhere, lingering kisses to her breasts, her mouth, and between her thighs. He encircled her clit with his tongue, around . . . and around . . . then she felt his tongue enter her core, making
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