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licked her clit, and she moaned. He licked it again, then pressed something hot and wet against it. She screamed at the burn, her thighs spasming with the tension of holding off release. Cold pulsed around the heat, and as he moved his hand from her clit to her navel in a wet trail, she realized it wasn’t something hot, but rather an ice cube he was teasing her with. He dipped the cube into her navel, keeping her open wide to the air that rushed over her exposed clit. As the ice began to melt, he rubbed it up her body, stopping at her nipple.
    He held it there, the metal freezing around her nipple as the ice burned its very tip. She started to count in her head as the seconds ticked by, and still he didn’t remove the ice. The burning pleasure centered on that one small piece of herself as her nipple turned to ice. She forgot about the pulsing between her legs in the burn of pleasure/pain surrounding that nipple. Until he flicked her clit. Once. Twice. She cried out, little rockets threatening to explode in her head.
    Then the ice was gone, the nipple clamps suddenly loose and falling to the floor. He removed his hands, pulling away all sensation from her, and she groaned, frustration and pleasure warring within her. She’d started to come. At least she thought she had. When everything balanced on the edge like this, it was sometimes difficult to tell until the orgasm shattered through her body.
    She counted in her head again, waiting, anticipating his return. She reached one hundred in complete sensory deprivation.
    “Good girl.” His voice purred with pride, and she felt a blush color her cheeks. Something hard pushed at her entrance. “So wet,” he said, slipping the head of a dildo into her.
    It tingled and burned. Oh, he’d put that gel on the dildo. The warming gel always sent her rocketing into orbit. But she couldn’t let go yet. He pushed the toy inside her sheath, and she moaned.
    He left it deep inside her and spread her folds wide again. His thick finger rubbed in a small circle on her clit, sending another lick of pleasure down her spine. He pulled his finger away, pushing her folds open farther with both hands. Then the tingling began on her clit. She screamed. He slapped her on the clit, and she bit down on her lip.
    Don’t come, don’t come.
    But she wasn’t sure how long she could stop herself. He tapped her clit again and again, a little harder each time. He slipped his finger between her folds, letting them close around it, and continued the tap, tap, tapping in rapid succession. Then he was plunging the dildo in and out of her, slamming it home.
    “Are you ready?”
    “God, yes, please, Sir. Please!”
    “Come for me, baby. Right now.”
    He thrust the dildo deep, pounded his finger against her clit, and she cried out, the orgasm flooding her body with heat, pleasure, and more than she could handle. She screamed and pulsed and quivered until she couldn’t stand any longer and hung limp in the restraints, her body clenching and releasing. The dildo slid from her sheath, and she shuddered, another wave of pleasure lancing through her. He undid the wrist cuffs, and she crumpled into his arms. After unhooking the leg cuffs, he carried her to the lounge chair in the corner and lay down with her, holding her close.
    “I kind of like it when you’re a bad girl,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
    “Mm. Me too.”

Chapter Two
    Liz’s hands trembled as she held the phone to her ear. She was doing it. Crap.
    “Sophia Benitez,” her agent said from the other end of the line.
    “Hey, Soph. It’s Liz.” They’d been on a first-name personal basis for well over eight years now, and Sophia had become her agent two years ago. They were friends first, author and agent second. It was sometimes a hard balance to maintain, but they seemed to do well with it.
    “Hey, chiquita , what’s up?” Soph asked.
    Liz smiled at the familiar name her old friend used, though she wasn’t