A flare of irritation—or maybe surprise—at her uncontrolled outburst flashed in his eyes. She didn’t care. She just wanted him to know she had an unexplained, overwhelming physical attraction toward him. She wanted to tell him she wished they’d met under different circumstances and hoped he’d join the ménages she experienced with the other members of SKULL.
Surely he’d had sex with other men in the same room? These days anything was the norm when it came to sex.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
Any evidence of his earlier strangled voice had disappeared. Apparently he’d pulled a tight, controlled shield around himself. She’d just have to see how much persuasion was needed to break that wall, wouldn’t she? Once again, sweet anticipation swept through her as she cupped her breasts.
“Why don’t youmakeme touch myself, Blade?” she taunted.
A muscle spasmed in his jaw. His eyes darkened as he studied her.
“Perhaps you should spank me until I do what you want me to do. Or maybe you should hang heavy weights off all these rings of mine.”
Without un-cupping herself, she inserted her thumbs through the large rings her previous jailors at the pleasure house had pierced through her nipples. She tugged on the rings, bringing her nipples and breasts outward. The sting of tenderness made her gasp, but she didn’t ease off. The pleasure-pain excited her and from the flushed hunger on Blade’s face, he was enjoying the show.
“You could zip a gold chain through the rings. String the chain down through my bellybutton ring.”
She un-cupped her breasts and his gaze followed as she smoothed her hands leisurely over her stomach and fingered the gold ring in her bellybutton.
“Then you could loop the chain through my labia rings. Tighten the slack so I would experience pleasure-pain everywhere, all at once?”
Her voice became breathless, sexy as she erotically traced her fingers over her smooth, firm abdomen and between her thighs to toy with her labia rings. She pulled on them and whimpered at the pressure they created.
“Or perhaps you’d…” She cleared her dry throat. “Maybe you’d tie me against a wall and hang heavy weights from all my rings until I submitted to you…and let you fuck me.”
She tensed as he rose.
He was a tall man—towered over her like a giant as he stood in front of her. Her eyes met his muscled, bronze chest. She gazed up. His pulse pounded in his corded neck and her own pulse picked up speed.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he said in a quiet, husky voice.
“Maybe you should take it back,” she teased.
Anticipation raced through her as he delicately grabbed the lapels of the open shirt and pulled the material farther apart. He stared down at her breasts and his soft gaze feathered across her flesh, making her nipples harden. She ached for him to loop his fingers through the rings and pull just as she’d suggested.
Disappointment once again rocked her when, instead, he brought the shirt up over her shoulders and let it fall and puddle at her feet. She trembled as she stood totally naked in front of him. A stranger. A big man whose powerful arms could snap her neck with one quick move.
She yelped when he grabbed her wrists. Tight. Like two handcuffs.
He led her hands upward to beneath her breasts. His eyes flashed with emotions she couldn’t put names to.
His body scent wrapped around her like an aphrodisiac. Dark, alluring…dangerous. This man might not like it if she played games with him.
“I said touch yourself, Red,” he commanded. “Play with your nipples.”
Red. Because of her red hair? Or did he know Red was her code name as the leader of the Resistance? Uneasiness fluttered through her. Maybe he knew who she really was. No, not possible. He would have told the others. They would have interrogated her. Instead, they slept.
She liked the slow and sexy way he saidRed.
She cried in surprise when he grabbed her hips and shoved her backward against the closed door. She hit it with a rough thud and held her breath as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She cupped her breasts, her hands smoothing over her curves. Plumping her tender nipples, she tried like crazy to keep her gaze focused on the big man on his knees before her. He reached up and slid his hands seductively along the curve of each hip. His palms burned her flesh as he held onto her.
“Open your legs. Wide.”
He possessed a cool and controlled voice, his breath anything but as it fanned hot waves against her lower belly.
She did as he instructed and eagerly spread her legs very wide.
Her breath was shallow. Her senses fully alert as she awaited his next move. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips and her knees melted, threatening to crumble at the erotic sight.
