The Naughty Stuff(44)

Dylan’s eyes move from my mouth to my eyes and back, but he does answer. I’m driving him insane, the same way he does me and I love it. I’m in control right now and I love it. I call the shots right now and I fucking love it. When my question still goes unanswered, I move in close to him and run my nails down his chest, grazing him and leaving a red trail of claw marks.

“Answer me, Sir,” I prod gently as I lean into his neck and purr. I’m in control right now, but the wordplay of calling him Sir and playing kitty will hopefully elicit a delicious response from him. And it does. His eyes roll back and he answers dutifully.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand,” he pants out.

Jacking him off again, I bring him to the brink of release, only to deny him. He squirms uncomfortably against the cross, his wrists wrenching and tugging against his restraints, but he remains submissive for me. He has to know what this does to me. I want him to know what he does to me when he’s like this.

I tiptoe into his ear and breathe out praises. “You’re so gorgeous like this, Sir. You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this. I love you so much, Dylan. There’s no one else for me,” I whisper and nip his ear.

“Oh, Isa…” he sighs out.





From This Love’s Not for Sale





Cross Examined


Lilliana

The prolonged anticipation of being in the small room alone with Tucker was almost unbearable, and Lilliana squirmed uncomfortably against the wooden cross. Ruined… it was a powerful word. Is that what she truly wanted to be? Tucker’s stare was bold and confident as he assessed her frankly. His gaze raked over her face and dropped from her eyes to her mouth to her breasts as he took in every needy and tingling inch of her. Hell, yes, she wanted Tucker to wreck her. It was as if Tucker had unlocked some deep dark part of her soul that she didn’t know existed as she stood waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do to her body.

Tucker moved to the wall of belts and pulled down a short-length, black flogger. The handle was braided decoratively and the leather looked soft, supple, and had the appearance of being worn. He looped the end of the handle over his wrist and swung it in small circles as he stalked toward Lilliana. The air around Tucker crackled with sexual electricity, and when Tucker spoke, Lilliana’s heart lurched into her throat and her breath left her.

“Whatever shall I do with you, Lilliana Norris? You’ve been such a naughty girl, perhaps now I should teach you how to hold that sharp tongue of yours. Would you like that?”

Lilliana’s mouth became parched and she could barely speak, and her body suddenly felt heavy and warm. She nodded slowly.

“Say it, Lilly. Say you’ve been a bad girl and deserve to be punished.”

Tucker’s brown eyes became pitch black and a shiver ran down Lilliana’s spine. Who the hell was this man? It certainly wasn’t the same Tucker she had been with the previous weekend. Yes, he had the same confident aura and alluring authority, but the Tucker standing before her was his deliciously wicked and frighteningly naughty doppelganger. Lilliana’s heartbeat throbbed in her ears and her eyes were riveted to his mouth.

“I’m waiting, pet, and you know how I feel about that… don’t you?” Tucker’s voice dropped an octave.

“Yes, Tuck. I’ve been a very naughty girl,” Lilliana was finally able to say in a fragile and timid whisper.

Tucker lifted his right brow at her mischievously. “And?”

Was he really going to make her say it? Tucker glided over to Lilliana and swished the flogger lightly over the tops of her thighs. Lilliana became startled at the motion even though there was no pain involved.

Tucker’s voice was low, thick and uncompromising when he spoke his command. “Say. It.”

Recovering from her unwarranted panic, Lilliana answered almost inaudibly, “I deserve to be punished.”

Tucker intuited Lilliana’s anxiety and gave her a smile that warmed her insides, and she knew at that moment that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“I’m not a violent man nor am I sadist, Lilly, and I’ll never punish you in anger, so put your mind at ease. You’ll only experience your first time once, so relax and soak up all the sensations you’re about to feel.”

Lilliana tried to rein in her nervous energy but it was a futile effort. She was too tense. The bindings on her wrists were so loose-fitting that her hands kept slipping out due to the dampness of her sweat. It had been a polite and welcome gesture that Tucker had allowed them to be that way, but they were proving ineffective and Lilliana wanted to experience true restraint.

Just as Tucker began to load some music on the stereo, she made her simple request.