I Spy a Naughty Game

released her wrists from the cuffs. However, instead of allowing her to put her arms down, he crossed her wrists. “Keep them like this.”

“What are you doing?” Her belly fluttered in anxiety.

“Patience. You’ll see.”

His tone seemed to discourage more questions, so she clamped her lips together as he worked. Looping the nylon around her wrists, he bound them together and began to weave the long ends in a crisscross pattern that intersected over her sternum and caused her breasts to jut forth in a way that made her feel sort of uncomfortable — and deliciously slutty.

He continued the pattern over her torso and around the small of her back, and then raised her knees, wrapping the brightly colored rope around her thighs and between her buttocks, parting her ass cheeks. When he tied off the ends, she was left unbelievably exposed, face flaming.

“I d-don’t know if I like this,” she protested weakly.

“Oh, baby, I think you do. And I think you want to find out what’s going to happen next.”

“I… Okay.”

“Good girl. God, you’re a natural.”

A natural at what, she didn’t have the presence of mind to ask. Especially when he retrieved a shiny, oblong silver object shaped like a huge bullet and rubbed it against her vulnerable sex. If the thing was a dildo, it wasn’t like any she’d ever read about or seen in pictures. He thumbed a switch, and the device delivered a tiny pulse, almost like the static shock one would receive after walking across the carpet and touching a metal surface. She gasped and bucked her hips.

“Easy, baby. I know that was a surprise, but did it really hurt?”

“No,” she admitted, nervous.

Thus began a delicious session of torture, her lover rubbing the device all over her vulva and clit. She writhed as it vibrated and sent little shocks rocketing through her belly to her fingers and toes. She moaned, but he was relentless, giving her no reprieve. And she didn’t want any, just wanted him to keep up the strange and wonderful torment.

A ball of energy gathered in her sex, helpless against the onslaught. When he plunged the instrument into her channel and fucked her with it in brisk strokes, making sure it brushed against her sensitive nub, her orgasm exploded, stronger than before.

“Oh, shit! Don’t stop!”

He chuckled, pumping the damned thing until she was limp, muscles twitching from the excess of stimulation.

“Are you all right, sweet Emma?”

“I don’t know. Ask me when my brain isn’t mush.”

“Do you understand what just happened?”

He seemed so serious, it made her nervous again, and she couldn’t help but try and make light of her response to his kink. “I was there, honey. I think I know what an orgasm is.”

“What happened was more than sex.” He paused, staring into her eyes. “Why did you allow me to cuff you, then bind you? To use the electric vibrator on you? The answer is important.”

She frowned, unsure what he was getting at. “What do you mean, why? I guess I was in the mood to be adventurous, that’s all.”

“No, it’s much more than that. I think you’re a submissive, baby.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

Excitement lit his golden eyes as he removed the bindings. “Will you come with me? There’s something I want to show you.”

If only she’d known what would happen. But would it have changed anything?

“We’re here, baby. Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just drifting. I needed to close my eyes.” She hadn’t realized they’d arrived at his house.

After the garage door went up, he drove in and killed the ignition. “Me, too. Shower first? I’ve got to get the stink of that guard’s blood off my skin.”

“Hot shower with an even hotter man? Sounds good.”

That earned her a lazy, sexy smile. Spirits bolstered, she accompanied him inside, through the kitchen and living room, and down the hallway to his bedroom. He tossed his keys and wallet onto the dresser and immediately began shucking his clothes, not the least bit shy about his body. Of course, a Dom wouldn’t be inhibited. That thought, coupled with the sight of taut, tanned skin rippling with muscles, nearly had her panting.

“You joining me?”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you hog all the hot water!”

Chuckling, he padded over to the nightstand and fished a condom out of the drawer. “Boy Scout,” he said, leering as she stripped. “Be prepared and all that.”

“Hmm. I thought you said you were tired.” Presenting him with her backside, she wiggled her bottom to tease him.

“Tired, not dead, honey. Big difference.”

In the bathroom, he placed the foil square on the soap dish and turned on the spray, testing it with his hand until he deemed it perfect, and opened the glass stall door. “After you.”

She stepped into the spray with a happy sigh. “Oh God, that feels heavenly.”

“I’ve got something that might feel even better.”

The front of his big wet body pressed against her back, his hard, thick cock riding her ass. His arms went around her, lips nuzzled her face, her neck. She relaxed into him, every bit of the past few days’ worth of tension draining through her feet.

“I was frantic to get to you,” he whispered. “You have no idea how maddening it was not to know what had happened to you, how helpless I felt. I was nearly sick with it, baby.”

“That’s how I felt not knowing for sure if I’d be able to return to you.”

“Are you really all right?” he whispered, squeezing her.

“I am, I promise.”

“Stay like this.”

He broke contact, leaving her for a minute. She heard a squirting sound and heard him quickly wash up. Then his hands returned, soaping her shoulders and back. His palms slowly worked around, kneading muscles she hadn’t even realized were sore, and she groaned in pleasure. He soaped her buttocks and dipped briefly between her legs, the touch far too brief. She widened her stance, but he laughed, the noise a happy rumble in his chest.

“Patience, darlin’.”

Next he lathered her breasts, taking great care with her nipples, which were not the least bit dirty but loving the attention. Then south. Down her tummy, fingers brushing her bush. But they ventured no further, despite her whined protest.

“You’re so mean.”

“I’m taking care of my woman,” he corrected, voice sultry. “Making her want, keeping her on edge like any good Dom would do.”

“Is that so?” she breathed as those marvelous hands skimmed her rear.

“Yes. Brace your palms on the tile and spread your legs.”

She did, eager to find out what he’d do next. He stepped aside and let the spray rinse her free of the soap, used a sponge to get her front. Sweet kisses dotted the curve of her shoulder and neck as his fingers slid between her legs, rubbed her slit. His warm breath fanned against her ear, low and seductive.

“Tell me, beautiful girl. Did your G-man touch your pussy like this?”

“Blaze.” Oh, no. She couldn’t play this game. He was going to burn her alive.

“The truth.” He parted her pussy lips, working a finger into her channel.

“Y-yes, once.”

“How many times did he fuck you, pretty Emma? Just the once?”

“Three,” she admitted. “Please…”

“Please, what?” His finger slipped from her channel, teased her clit in luxurious circles, driving her mad.