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  And he knew of one way for him to do that. By helping her test out her bondage equipment. Because he suspected then and only then would he be able to strip away her layers and get her to open up to him, physically and emotionally, and in the process find out if they’d connect on a deeper level.

  Lindsay swung her long leg to one side, stood, and began to slide the heavy bench under the window. “You think you can give me a hand with this?”

  Getting right to the heart of the matter, he ignored her question and asked one of his own. “Why a BDSM room, Lindsay?”

  “I thought it would be fun.” She hedged the real truth, he guessed.

  “You’re a strong, take-charge kind of girl, but something tells me you’re not interested in dominating a guy.”

  Task momentarily forgotten, she stood, rolled one shoulder, her voice casual. “I’m not.”

  So his suspicions were right.

  “You also don’t act like the kind of girl who’d want to give up control so easily.”

  She angled her chin in defiance, her voice full of conviction. “I don’t.”

  Brad shrugged, pushed off the doorframe and gripped the doorknob. “Exactly, so then why BDSM?” He presumed that giving up control was exactly what she wanted. He’d seen her with her friends, although only briefly, but enough to know that Lindsay always took care of everyone else, but maybe deep down she wanted to let go of that control and have someone else take the reins for a change.

  Fortunately for him, this gave him the perfect opportunity to give her what she’d always wanted, and in the process break down her defenses and find out if they were destined to be together.

  Flustered, she folded her arms. “Are you going to go all Dr. Phil on me or are you going to help me move this bench?”

  He shut the door. Lindsay’s eyes widened at the sound of the lock clicking in place. He could almost see her body stir to life. Almost hear her mind reeling with possibilities.

  “What—”

  In two long strides he closed the distance between them and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Shh.”

  He watched her throat work as she swallowed and knew, by the heated look in her eyes, her untamed passion and desires matched his. She wanted this as much as he did. No questions about it.

  He gripped her slim waist and packaged her soft body against his. Christ, she felt so incredible in his arms, he could only imagine how wonderful she’d feel trapped between his legs. Nudging her feet with his, he backed her up until the rear of her knees hit the padded table. Eyes wide, questioning, her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing.

  He tugged her T-shirt out from her tight jeans. When his fingers connected with her soft skin, his brain nearly shut down. “I’m going to give you what you want, Lindsay.”

  Her voice hitched, color bloomed high on her cheeks. “How do you know what I want?” He heard the intrigue in her voice and felt her hips push against him. It was a slight movement but hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  He offered her a slow smile. “You’re going to have to trust me on that one.”

  “I can’t possibly see—”

  He pitched his voice low and demanded in a deep tone. “Take off your clothes. Nice and slow.” He touched her arm and felt her body shake with excitement.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me?” Her voice betrayed her emotions. He could see the passion, the invitation building in her eyes.

  He shook his head. “Not even for a minute.”

  “Brad—”

  “Take them off, Lindsay. Now. Nice and slow like I told you. If you don’t follow the rules, I’m afraid you’ll be punished.”

  He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, just to prove just how serious he was.

  An edgy laugh morphed into a heated moan. He noted the way her legs wobbled. “Sweet mother of God,” she whispered under her breath. Then she starched her spine and met his glace. “What if I don’t want to?” Her voice lacked conviction. They both knew it.

  He trailed his finger over her arm and felt the goose bumps on her flesh. “You do. Now take them off. Then I want you sprawled out on that bench. I want you naked, hot and wet, and begging me to fuck you.”

  “Ohmigod,” he heard her gasp as his lips closed over hers for a deep, intense, mind-numbing kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her delicious mouth and spent a long moment just tasting her lush sweetness. Jesus, he wanted to devour her. All of her. Right now.

  Lindsay inched back, her eyes clouded with emotion, her voice breathless. “This can only be about sex, Brad. Just to help ease the tension between us. Nothing more.”

  “Naturally,” he agreed, lightheartedly, feeling anything but. He might have readily agreed with her, the truth was, he wanted to see where this led them. With that he gave her a gentle push.

  Lindsay landed on the bench, her legs spread. Brad let out an agonized groan as his groin tightened and throbbed in heated anticipation. Jesus, he’d never felt such intense desire before. It took all his strength and willpower not to act on his natural urges and answer the demands of his body. At the moment he’d like nothing more than to strip her clothes off, spread her legs wide open and sink his cock into her damp heat. Honestly, it practically killed him not to ravish her caveman style, to push inside her pussy and fuck her until sundown. But, right now, this was about Lindsay, so he needed to control those urges for the time being.

  He growled low in his throat as she sat there, eyes glazed with lust as she awaited his instructions. God dammit he wanted her. So much so that he ached to the point of pain. He took a moment to get himself under control before he fucked her with wild abandon.

  Obviously not wanting to give him time to catch up and anxious to get the game started, she asked, “What is it you’d like me to do?”

  It didn’t take her long to assume her role of submissive, which led him to believe she’d been fantasizing about this for quite some time. It also led him to believe no man had ever taken the time to get to know her on a deeper lever and understand her needs and desires. Stupid bastards. With a girl this incredible, this amazing, a guy had to be a total asshole not to spend all his time getting to know the real her. And give her what she wanted.

  “Take you pants off and then resume that position.”

  Lindsay obliged without hesitation. She lowered herself onto her back and brought her legs onto the bench. She unsnapped her pants, pulled the zipper and wiggled her gorgeous, curvy ass. Once her jeans were at her ankles she kicked them away. Without inhibition, she sprawled across the bench. He was pleased at how comfortable she was in her own skin. He met her glance. The look in her eyes conveyed without words just how excited she was. Which pleased him immensely.

  Brad walked around her, devouring her with his eyes. With exquisite gentleness, he touched her bare legs, his fingers trailing lightly over her soft skin, going higher and higher, coming perilously close to her pussy. Her body quaked. Her legs inched open in invitation.

  He lowered his voice. “Very, very nice.” He inhaled and could already smell the tang of her arousal.

  “Brad please,” she begged, and reached for him, her fingers brushing against his throbbing cock.

  He shackled her hands and put them to her sides. “Sit up,” he commanded. “And take off your shirt.”

  Lindsay sat up, her legs wide open, straddling the bench. As he took in the sight of her, he thought he’d go mad with want. The need to fuck her made him edgy, shaky.

  He swallowed and worked to control his voice. “Spread your legs wider.” She did, but it wasn’t nearly wide enough for him to have a full, unobstructed view of her sweet spot. “Wider, Lindsay,” he whispered his glance going to the unpacked box of BDSM toys in the corner of the room. “If you’re not going to listen, I’ll have to punish you.”

  Her face flushed from heat, her dark eyes glazed with passion. A soft mewl caught in her throat. He stroked her again. Her body buzzed, her skin felt hot to the touch.

  She shimmied to t
he end of the bench and spread her legs impossibly wider, offering her pussy up to him so nicely.

  “That’s a girl.”

  Twin folds opened for him, affording him a view of her luscious pink softness. Jesus, her pussy was drenched with desire. He did this to her. Damn that pleased him, knowing he could raise her passions to such height and make her soaked with need.

  He lowered himself to his knees to get a better look. He leaned in and inhaled, pulling her feminine scent into his lungs. Then he blew a warm breath over her pussy. Her damp hairs bristled.

  She drew a shaky breath. “Oh God,” she whispered and tilted her pelvis forward, an obvious plea for more.

  Her heat beckoned him and he wanted to touch her. No. He needed to touch her. If he didn’t soon feel her softness, he was certain an artery would blow. His jeans tightened painfully reminding him just how much he wanted her, just how much she affected him. Brad couldn’t ever remember feeling so crazed, so out of control.

  He drew a breath, gathering himself. “You are incredible, babe,” he breathed the words over her pussy and watched her sex muscles tighten and throb.

  After a light brush of his knuckle over her swollen clit, his finger moved her moist opening. He probed her pussy and knew, as well as he knew his own name, that once he entered her, once she branded him with her heat, he’d never be the same again. With her hips bucking forward, she drove his finger inside.

  “Jesus,” he said, loving the way the tight walls of her pussy closed over him. He’d never felt anything so divine.

  Brad pressed a finger inside her, unmoving. His gaze went to her shirt. “Didn’t I tell you to take your top off?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Shh,” he silenced with a frown. “Don’t question me. Just do as I say.” His glance went to the box of toys a second time. “Otherwise, you’ll be punished.”

  He could feel light ripples inside her pussy, a telltale sign that punishment was exactly what she wanted. With hurried hands, she gripped her shirt and pulled it off, exposing a pretty red satin bra.

  Shaky fingers went to her bra straps, but he stopped her. After all, she wasn’t the only one with fantasies. “Leave it on.” He wiggled his finger inside her slightly, rewarding her for her obedience.

  Her hands fell to her lap, her head lolled to the side. A deep moan rose up from the depths of her throat. “That feels so good, Brad.”

  A second finger joined the first. He pushed deep inside her until he found her G-spot. With a light brush, he stroked her until her body quivered. He knew she was close, so close to release. But since it was too soon for her to tumble over, he pulled his fingers out.

  Her lids flew open. “Brad, no,” she cried but her voice fell off when she caught the way he was looking at her nipples, which were so hard they almost poked through the thin material of her bra.

  Brad climbed out from between her legs and circled her. “Stand up.”

  She did as he requested. His gaze took in the gorgeous sight of the naked woman before him. “You are so beautiful.”

  He watched her glance pan over him. “Please, Brad. Take your clothes off. Let me look at you.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.”

  One measured step brought him face to face with her. He gripped her bra and tugged the cups down, until they settled below her full breasts. Her eyes brimmed with desire when he licked his lips.

  Gorgeous, prominent nipples jutted out at him, demanding attention. He bent forward and ran his tongue over them, taking his sweet time to savor her exquisite taste and texture. Damn she tasted like a vine-ripened peach, his favorite. He straightened and then plucked one hard bud with his fingertips, until it swelled and darkened.

  A shaky hand reached out and closed over his thick cock and squeezed. Her fingers reached underneath to massage his balls through his jeans.

  Fuck. Her touch nearly drove him to his knees.

  With effort, he inched back and scolded. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

  She groaned and spread her legs, as though welcoming whatever punishment he deemed fit.

  Brad circled his arms around her and walked her backwards, until her sweet ass touched the windowsill. “Stay there.”

  He backed up and turned his attention to the box in the corner. He tore open the top and peered inside. “Well, well, what do we have here?” As he perused the toys, he heard her breath catch. Brad pulled out a set of clamps that he could only surmise went on her nipples, and something that looked like a flogger. Hell, he’d seen enough adult movies to know what to do with that.

  He turned back to her, their gazes locked, her eyes holding so much pleasure, so much emotion. Seeing that look on her face and knowing he’d put it there stirred the primal male inside him. His primitive urges roared to life.

  “Turn around and press your hands to the window.” When she did as he asked, he continued, “If anyone walks by they’ll know you’re up here naked, getting punished for not following the rules.” He could tell that excited her by the way her legs nearly gave out. Circling his arm around her waist, he anchored her against him, offering his support until she managed to right herself.

  He put his mouth close to her ear. “You okay?” he whispered, stepping out of his role momentarily.

  She nodded and turned her head to face him. “Better than okay,” she murmured softly, and the depth of emotions in her voice took him by surprise. He locked his knees to avoid collapsing. The tender way she looked at him immediately brought them to a deeper lever of intimacy. And in that instant when their gazes connected, something happened between them. Something potent, something powerful, something there was no coming back from. He knew she felt it too. Everything in him reached out to her and it suddenly occurred to him how much he wanted her, and he didn’t mean just physically.

  He molded his chest to her back and angled her chin, forcing her to look out the window.

  “Tell me what you see.”

  Reaching in front of her, he ran the leather flogger between her legs.

  She was barely able to answer as the toy stimulated her sex. “I…I see Candace and Anna coming back.”

  With a quick flick of his wrist, the leather straps brushed against her pussy and connected with her clit. Her body shook. Uncontrollably.

  “Can they see you?” His voice sounded rough and raspy, even to himself.

  Lindsay’s breath came in a labored burst. “No.”

  “If you scream they’ll see you, Lindsay.” Brad drew the flogger back and whacked her ass, testing her restraint, pushing her limits.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered.

  “Be careful. Unless, of course, you want to get caught playing sex games with your handyman.”

  She shook her head no and he smacked her again. Hard. Her body jutted forward against the windowpane, a low blissful moan rose from her throat.

  “Did they hear you that time?”

  “No.”

  “You know they’ll come bursting in here to see if you’re okay.” He whacked again, harder this time, leaving a bright pink spot on her curvy cheek.

  She bit back a moan. “I know.”

  “We wouldn’t want that now would we?”

  Inching back, he grabbed the nipple clamps and then spun her around to face him. The elated look on her face took his breath away. God, she was the most incredible woman he’d ever met.

  He anchored her arms to her sides and attached the clamps to her rosy nipples. A low hiss slipped from her lips. It sounded like a hiss from pain, not pleasure.

  Brad froze. His stomach plummeted. Damn, he was hurting her. He hadn’t meant to. He hungered to give her what she craved but didn’t want to hurt her in the process. He almost dropped the role and cradled her in his arms until she said, “I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk until I had permission. I understand if you must punish me.”

  He smiled, realizing how well she could read him and how in tune she was w
ith his body language. His tension eased as he understood it was her way of comforting him and assuring him that he had nothing to worry about, that the pain was part of the pleasure. A barrage of emotions overtook him, making it hard to focus.

  Something deep inside him compelled him to kiss her, needing the intimate connection more than life itself. Leaning into her, he put his lips over hers, giving her a warm, soulful kiss. He felt her body relax into his, felt the way she gave herself over to him, trusting him completely with her pleasure and her pain.

  Brad trailed kisses over her cheek, her neck and her breasts. He sank to his knees and insinuated himself between her legs. With the tips of his fingers he pulled open her soft folds. God he needed to taste her.

  “Do you know what I see?”

  Her words were fractured. “What…what do you mean?”

  He licked her, a long luxurious lick all the way from the back to the front. “I see a strong woman putting her pleasures in my hand, praying that I just might know what she wants.” He swirled his tongue over her engorged clit and looked up at her. She raked her fingers through his hair, and when their eyes met, it brought them an even deeper level of intimacy. “And you know what, Lindsay?”

  He could tell it took effort for her to talk. “What?” she whispered.

  “I do know what you want.”

  A soft breathless whimper sounded in her throat as he pushed a finger inside her tight channel. His tongue raked over her clit and just like that, she climaxed all over his hand and in his mouth. It amazed him at how her body responded so readily to him.

  As he lapped at her creamy essence and absorbed her tremor, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, after sampling her sweetness, he’d never have a taste for another.

  5

  Lindsay ran her fingers through Brad’s hair as the soft blade of his tongue soothed her swollen clitoris. God, she’d never come so hard or so fast in her entire life, with or without a man. His bold, sexy words, combined with the intimate feel of his fingers deep inside her, stroking her G-spot, had her going off like a Roman candle. Holy hell the man knew just how to touch her and just how to talk to her to drive her into a sexual frenzy.