He kissed her. A slow, steamy kiss that warmed her from her toes to her * and left her thighs quivering.
“Enough of this.” His voice rumbled deep. Suddenly she was aware of everything, her skin so sensitive, and every detail before her sluiced sharp, as if ice water had been thrown on her. From the way he glowered, Theo had plans. Devious ones. Oh, dear.
With a last pat on her bottom, he drew away. “No more questions. Not from me, though Dankyo wants you to elaborate on that report, and you will do that.” He ended on a stern note. “But now, straighten up and keep your arms by your sides. Don’t move.”
Dankyo, oh damn. She could handle him. But this was going elsewhere. Where Theo wanted, and she was sure he meant to do more than hold her with a dish cloth.
Confused, quaking inside, she straightened as he’d commanded, rising up on her legs from where she’d hunkered down while they’d cuddled. The bumpy ground under the picnic rug poked into her knees. What did he have in mind? At least, she noticed with relief, there were no ropes.
He pressed her chin up and rearranged a part of the jacket. She couldn’t see exactly what, but, straining her eyes, she saw him unclip something and remove a piece from the middle section; then the front straps were pulled in snug across her front.
Aha. Now she knew why the thing had so many buckles and straps going in every which direction. Devious indeed.
“This garment is from the same place as the corset you wore last night.”
“It is?” She tried to look down.
He caught her chin, stopped her. “Uh-uh. No.”
Just that…holding made her clit warm a degree more.
Metal jingled, and the edges of the jacket pulled together, tightened around the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together.
“The pressure, though light, will increase the pleasure you get from this.” He brushed a nipple, and she jumped.
“You may look.”
What did he do? Two buckled straps crossed tightly over her chest. One cut above and one below her breasts, squeezing them together between what remained of the left and right flaps of the jacket, making her breasts look and feel far plumper than ever before. Her nipples scrunched up hard as pebbles. It wasn’t just the feeling, as if her breasts had become small balloons; it was the look of it and knowing that this was how he wanted them to be. Exposed. Emphasizing her sexuality.
She breathed faster, deeper.
“Now, some more food.” He retrieved a grape, bit the red globe open, and pressed the cut surface to her nipple. She gasped. Cold, and it made her nipple protrude even more.
He watched her, crinkles appearing around his eyes.
He liked doing this to her, and that made her even hotter…knowing, feeling his approval. Then he leaned in and kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth while that grape scooted in cool lazy circles across her nipple. The fingers of his other hand skirted her clit and made their way along her wet slit. She lost sight of him, knew her eyes closed as sensation swallowed her. Her nether lips parted under his finger. Swelled. Behind her eyelids, her world had gone muted yellow, but she knew he watched. He kissed her again. The smell of her arousal mingled with the sweetness of fruit in his mouth.
His tongue swept into her mouth, played slippery warm games with her tongue. Lust ripened. Her breasts, squashed up into firm melons, thumped with blood, as if she’d grown new nerve paths. Her moistened nipples felt so tight they might have been forged in iron. The brush of his hand or shirt on her made her utter little uncontrolled noises of pleasure.
He backed away a small amount, leaving only that finger in her cleft. She thrust to gain more of his touch, needing that pressure. She looked up, saw him. Always, he watched her, carefully, as if she was something precious.
“Don’t move.” He swiped that finger, slick as treacle, along her labia and past her clit, took it away.
Ah!
Swaying, she fought to steady her breathing. The sexual games were intoxicating.
He bowed his head until he was close to her cheek again. “Time for a distraction.” He moved lower. His wet mouth fastened over her nipple and sucked it in—liquid heat spread like fire. Her bound breasts, her clit, her cleft—all throbbed in time to the suction and licking of his mouth.
She stiffened, bowing her back and hissing though her teeth, her hands instinctively grabbing hold of his biceps and digging in with all fingernails.
“Better,” he added. “Much better. There’s no point in coming all the way out here and remaining sad for the rest of the day, is there? You, my dear, need sex.” He tweaked her left nipple. “Yes?”
She couldn’t deny that, not when it seemed he’d connected every part of her with electrified wiring and turned on the power. Her body hummed, waiting for his next move. “Mmm.”
“Excellent.” His gray eyes glinted. “Put your arms together behind you. Clasp each forearm at the elbow with the other hand. Now, dear.”