Brad climbed out from between her legs and circled her. “Stand up.”
She did as he requested. His gaze took in the gorgeous sight of the naked woman before him. “You are so beautiful.”
He watched her glance pan over him. “Please, Brad. Take your clothes off. Let me look at you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.”
One measured step brought him face to face with her. He gripped her bra and tugged the cups down, until they settled below her full breasts. Her eyes brimmed with desire when he licked his lips.
Gorgeous, prominent nipples jutted out at him, demanding attention. He bent forward and ran his tongue over them, taking his sweet time to savor her exquisite taste and texture. Damn she tasted like a vine-ripened peach, his favorite. He straightened and then plucked one hard bud with his fingertips, until it swelled and darkened.
A shaky hand reached out and closed over his thick cock and squeezed. Her fingers reached underneath to massage his balls through his jeans.
Fuck. Her touch nearly drove him to his knees.
With effort, he inched back and scolded. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
She groaned and spread her legs, as though welcoming whatever punishment he deemed fit.
Brad circled his arms around her and walked her backwards, until her sweet ass touched the windowsill. “Stay there.”
He backed up and turned his attention to the box in the corner. He tore open the top and peered inside. “Well, well, what do we have here?” As he perused the toys, he heard her breath catch. Brad pulled out a set of clamps that he could only surmise went on her nipples, and something that looked like a flogger. Hell, he’d seen enough adult movies to know what to do with that.
He turned back to her, their gazes locked, her eyes holding so much pleasure, so much emotion. Seeing that look on her face and knowing he’d put it there stirred the primal male inside him. His primitive urges roared to life.
“Turn around and press your hands to the window.” When she did as he asked, he continued, “If anyone walks by they’ll know you’re up here naked, getting punished for not following the rules.” He could tell that excited her by the way her legs nearly gave out. Circling his arm around her waist, he anchored her against him, offering his support until she managed to right herself.
He put his mouth close to her ear. “You okay?” he whispered, stepping out of his role momentarily.
She nodded and turned her head to face him. “Better than okay,” she murmured softly, and the depth of emotions in her voice took him by surprise. He locked his knees to avoid collapsing. The tender way she looked at him immediately brought them to a deeper lever of intimacy. And in that instant when their gazes connected, something happened between them. Something potent, something powerful, something there was no coming back from. He knew she felt it too. Everything in him reached out to her and it suddenly occurred to him how much he wanted her, and he didn’t mean just physically.
He molded his chest to her back and angled her chin, forcing her to look out the window.
“Tell me what you see.”
Reaching in front of her, he ran the leather flogger between her legs.
She was barely able to answer as the toy stimulated her sex. “I…I see Candace and Anna coming back.”
With a quick flick of his wrist, the leather straps brushed against her pussy and connected with her clit. Her body shook. Uncontrollably.
“Can they see you?” His voice sounded rough and raspy, even to himself.
Lindsay’s breath came in a labored burst. “No.”
“If you scream they’ll see you, Lindsay.” Brad drew the flogger back and whacked her ass, testing her restraint, pushing her limits.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
“Be careful. Unless, of course, you want to get caught playing sex games with your handyman.”
She shook her head no and he smacked her again. Hard. Her body jutted forward against the windowpane, a low blissful moan rose from her throat.
“Did they hear you that time?”
“No.”
“You know they’ll come bursting in here to see if you’re okay.” He whacked again, harder this time, leaving a bright pink spot on her curvy cheek.
She bit back a moan. “I know.”
“We wouldn’t want that now would we?”
Inching back, he grabbed the nipple clamps and then spun her around to face him. The elated look on her face took his breath away. God, she was the most incredible woman he’d ever met.
He anchored her arms to her sides and attached the clamps to her rosy nipples. A low hiss slipped from her lips. It sounded like a hiss from pain, not pleasure.
Brad froze. His stomach plummeted. Damn, he was hurting her. He hadn’t meant to. He hungered to give her what she craved but didn’t want to hurt her in the process. He almost dropped the role and cradled her in his arms until she said, “I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk until I had permission. I understand if you must punish me.”
He smiled, realizing how well she could read him and how in tune she was with his body language. His tension eased as he understood it was her way of comforting him and assuring him that he had nothing to worry about, that the pain was part of the pleasure. A barrage of emotions overtook him, making it hard to focus.
Something deep inside him compelled him to kiss her, needing the intimate connection more than life itself. Leaning into her, he put his lips over hers, giving her a warm, soulful kiss. He felt her body relax into his, felt the way she gave herself over to him, trusting him completely with her pleasure and her pain.
Brad trailed kisses over her cheek, her neck and her
