“‘Invisible,’” she said, “just like always, and yours?”
“I won’t need one tonight,” he whispered against the skin below her ear. “I’m up for anything.”
She dropped her voice and whispered back, “But you have to be careful.”
“I promise.”A note of solemnity in his deep voice convinced her that he knew exactly what she was talking about.
He twisted her in his hands, turning her around to press her front against the wall. Above her, he curled her fingers around an iron ring bolted into the stone or whatever the wall treatment was. “Don’t let go.”
“What if I do?”
“You know that bad girls get punished. Do you want to be bad?”
“Do you want me to?”
“No. I want you to be good, very good, so I can be bad.”
Oh, that was her favorite, too, when she did everything she was told, and Dieter taught her how to be bad.
He dragged her hair aside and ran his teeth down the back of her neck, unzipped her dress, then unwound her fingers from the ring to slide the dress to her feet. “Step out of it.”
Flicka faced the wall, restingher forehead against the rough stone while Dieter peeled her panties and bra off but left her high-heeled shoes on her feet. His hands cupped the roundness of her behind as he kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck. “God, I love the curves of your ass,” he told her. “I love that you’re getting curvier every day. I want to fill my hands with your ass, your thighs, your breasts, and neverlet you go.”
Flicka turned her cheek to the wall as his hands roamed her body, clutching and clenching her flesh. “Take me,” she whispered.
“Oh, no, myDurchlauchtig.Not for a long time.”
Over the hours, he lashed her wrists and ankles to a wide frame, spread-eagle, and teased her nipples and clit with his fingers until she was begging him to take her, to let her come, but he could tell justas her core was tightening and pulled back. He tied her to a bench with her ass in the air and her wrists bound behind her back, resting on her knees and her forehead, and tongued her from behind until she was crying, but just as she thought she would come or he would take her ass until she did, he slowed, licking her folds, holding her at that most insane point ofalmostuntil she thought shewas going to scream for release.
Just as her mind crackled with the pain of frustration, Dieter whipped the cords away from her wrists and legs and whirled, ending up with himself sitting on a bench and leaning back, suddenly and somehow naked, with her straddling him.
He murmured,“Durchlauchtig.”
She practically attacked him, kissing him and driving him back against the leather-covered bench.His mouth opened under hers, and her need was so great that she stuck her tongue in his mouth and rose up over him, settling with his body between her thighs, and he drove up into her.
His hardness slammed into her, and Flicka pushed herself down to take him inside. Need rose, swirling her around, and she lifted herself off him and shoved back down. Dieter arched under her, gasping as she surgedand twisted her hips, rocking back and forth on him. Under her palms, his rock-hard chest and abs contracted as he thrust up into her, straining as he watched where their bodies met and then staring up at her.“Durchlauchtig.”
“Lieblingwächter,”she whispered and shoved herself back on him as his gray eyes glazed over and he threw his head back, straining into her.
The throb of him inside herbroke through the tightness and resistance in her body, and waves of light sang through her flesh as she took him into herself, again and again, over and over.
She was lying on his body, her hot cheek tight against the damp, golden hair of his chest. His arms wrapped hard around her shoulders and back as he panted in hard, uneven breaths.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah,” Dieter said, his voice ragged.
“This place is awesome.”
His laugh was a quick huff before he went back to breathing hard. “I like it.”
“Do you think Wulfie knows about it?”
Dieter used one finger to turn her head to look at him.“Nope,and you mustnevertell him that I took you to The Devilhouse.”
