Regretting that decision now.
Hey, guys love tits, don’t they? Maybe mine can run interference while I figure a way out of this that doesn’t involve losing a few pints of blood.
Moving slowly so I don’t startle him into turning me into a shish kabob, I drag my silky black top up and over my head.
I was right.
He’s mesmerized by my tits.
It’s all he can focus on the moment they’re bared to the cabin’s cool, dingy interior. I slow down as much as I dare, turning his command into a striptease.
Kai’s lips part, and he shifts his weight like he wants to climb onto the sofa and start sucking on my nipples.
Not sure I’d stop him if he tried.
“Wanna touch them?” I purr. “Go ahead. I won’t mind. As long as you’re gentle.”
Kai scoffs. “I’ve got an ice pick on you and you’re asking me to be gentle?”
The top is still sliding down my arms when he snatches the fabric, twists, and somehow gets me in a wrist lock before I can blink.
I stare at him for a second and then make a grab for the ice pick. I mean, it was barely two inches away from my hand.
But all it takes is a sharp tug at the fabric bundled around my wrists for Kai to fuck up my plan.
He slides his knees onto the sofa, pinning me against the backrest as he forces my arms up and then yanks them behind my head.
I grunt in pain. “Trying to dislocate both my arms at the same time?”
“Keep going and I’ll gag you again.”
“Promise?”
He smirks at that, and, fuck it if that doesn’t annoy the shit out of me. Kai only needs one of his large hands on the tangle of fabric behind my head to keep me subdued.
I know he wasn’t in the Boy Scouts. But maybe one of his girlfriends was into bondage or…
Hang on.
Wait just one fucking second.
Why did my brain just serve up a flicker of a forgotten memory from the night of the Rain Dance?
Something about Kai being a virgin?
…had my fair share of virgins, but never two at once…
How is that even possible?
I don’t have time to turn that over in my head.
Kai leans his torso back as he drags the ice pick’s sharp point down my chest. Traces the contour of my breast. My nipples tighten as he circles first one, then the other, the ice pick snagging against my skin.
As if to soothe that pebbled flesh, he ducks forward and pulls each nipple into his mouth, sucking just once on each, hard enough to make me flinch, before letting them pop from his mouth.
Down, down slides the wickedly sharp ice pick.
The tip snags against the hem of my skirt.
