“You’re scaring me again.”
“Give me your hand.”
The storm still raging outside, rattling the windows in their casings, she reached across and offered her hand.He cradled it to hold her steady.Before he could touch the metal to her skin, she flinched.
He tipped his head to one side.“Really?”
“In my defense, I never said I wasn’t a coward.”
“Hold still.”He gently traced it across her palm.
“That was like a feather.”
“Now a little more.”He did it again.Then again, then again, criss-crossing, using more force to leave behind a little trail of dots.
“I could imagine that I might like that.”
“On your nipples, I’ll bet.Show me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Take off your shirt and bra and tease yourself with it.”
She opened her mouth but closed it without a sound emerging.
“I’ll help.”He unbuttoned her blouse and took the pinwheel from her.
She pulled off the blouse.“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Her bra was white, more lace than substance.“Pretty and feminine,” he said.And a nice contrast with her suitable black work pants and cowboy boots—something he would remember as he masturbated.
He exercised control while she took it off.“Trade you,” he said, offering the wheel in exchange for her lingerie.
The more he thought of it, the more he was tempted to keep her naked all the time.He’d never tire of looking at her body.
Her nipples were already starting to harden as she brushed the metal spikes across the first.
She sucked in a breath.
“Nice.”The metal-on-skin image made him hard.Her nipple became taut as she moved over it.“Go harder.”
“That’s mean.”
“Harder.”
She blinked at him but complied without further argument.
Her body twitched beneath the pressure.
“Now, my turn.”
“I’m not sure I’m that brave.”
“Yellow or hand it over.I don’t like arguments.”
“Sometimes you’re a real hard-ass.”
“Sometimes?”
