Whipped (Hitched, #2)

He makes a pretense of covering his eyes. "You must change into it before we can proceed to the next room."

Grateful to relieve myself of the clothing I'm wearing, I quickly change into the new nightgown. It's like wearing a cloud. I feel sexy and alluring in it, my shoulders bare and the plunging neckline accentuating my best features. The top of the sheet tent brushes against my head as I kneel before Lachlan. He has to slouch not to burst out of it entirely. I'm guessing these tents are easier for children to navigate, but it's still fun.

He runs a hand over my shoulders and slides a finger down my neckline, our eyes locked in heated anticipation. "What do we do now?" I ask, hoping I won't need the nightgown for long.

"Now, we move to the next room and see what awaits us." He points to a pillowcase hanging from the sheet. I assume it's meant to be a door, and I crawl through it and am greeted by a picnic of delectable desserts spread out on the rug with brightly colored pillows arranged artfully around the feast.

Lachlan positions himself over a few of the pillows, resting on his elbow, so I do the same, facing him. He holds up that black silk blindfold, and I moan. "Again?"

He nods and ties it around my eyes. "For this tease, you must focus on your other senses while I feed you."

This exercise is unbelievably sensual as I open my mouth and he places a small bite of something sweet. I savor the melting chocolate with a hint of mint, letting the taste fill me. Next is a strawberry dipped in more chocolate, and then he holds a glass to my lips, and I sip champagne. Next comes something salty. Oyster. An aphrodisiac. I smile as I let the cool salty bite slide down my throat.

When his lips touch mine, I'm ready to take him in. To taste him and feel him and fuck him so very hard, but he pulls away as my body aches for more. "Not yet," he whispers, slipping the blindfold off me. "One more room."

I crawl through another pillowcase and into a kaleidoscope of color. Soft music begins playing and this room is entirely covered by floor pillows and soft blankets. Colorful Christmas lights are strung from every possible location, making the whole room feel like a magical land in another world.

Lachlan kisses me again, deeply this time, urgently, and lays me back on the pillows, positioning himself over me. "We've come to the end of our third date, Vi."

"So we have," I say, gazing intently into his too-blue eyes.

"And now, I'm going to make love to you like you've never been made love to in your life."

My body shivers with the promise as his lips fall to my neck. I feel his breath as he whispers. "After tonight, you will be mine, and I will be yours."

His words scare and excite me in equal measure. He's claiming me with every breath, with every touch, with every romantic gesture. And in the process, he's changing me. I feel the shift—slow, nearly imperceptible, but there nonetheless.

I'm not the same Vi I was before I met him.

But I can't think too deeply about these things because this gorgeous man is sliding his hand up my thigh and over the silk panties I'm wearing. His thumb brushes against my pussy through the thin fabric, teasing without giving me any real satisfaction, as he uses his other hand to bring my wrist to his mouth. With gentle pressure, he kisses the inside of my wrist, then bares his teeth, letting them skim across the tender flesh. I moan in unexpected pleasure at his expert teasing of an often-ignored erogenous zone.

I'm ready to be naked and spread before him, but he has other plans. He's intent on building up the tension in me to excruciating degrees. Letting go of my wrist, his mouth finds my collarbone, trailing soft brushes of his lips down my chest, flicking a tongue over a hard nipple through my nightgown, his hands now gripping my hips. I gasp. "Lachlan, you're killing me."

He looks up, a sly grin on his lips. "Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet."

Turns out, he's right. As he works his way down my body—so very slowly—he finds spots to tease and torture that no man ever explored before.

"Turn over, babe. And take off your clothes. All of them."

"This seems imbalanced. You're still in jeans and a shirt."

"I'll be naked soon enough. Now turn over. Trust me. You want to do what I tell you."

I peel off my nightgown before I turn over, giving him a full few of my breasts. His breath hitches, and I smile teasingly and shimmy out of my underwear, giving him glimpses between my legs as I do. If he's going to torture me, I want him to feel the pain too.