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He lifted his head to meet her eyes, while lowering her hands from her stomach to her lap. “Do you know how much I love that robe?”

“Yes. I wore it for that reason.” It had been a gift from him last Christmas.

Teague squeezed her breast once more before letting his hand drift lower, to span her soft stomach. “The white is such a stunning contrast to your beautiful skin.” He moved his hand in a circle over her stomach. “Your creamy, milk-chocolate skin.”

A grin twitched at her lips. “Are you going to eat me or make love to me?”

He leaned closer to her face, rubbing his nose against hers. “Both, my love, but first…” He trailed off, getting to his feet, much to her disappointment.

She eyed him uncertainly, longing for him to continue what he had started. “First, what?”

His eyes raked from her shoulder-length tight curls to her bare feet, tipped with light-pink toenails. “I’m going to play with you, and you’re going to sit there, without moving.”

She lifted a brow. How difficult could that be? “Okay.”

He grinned, but his smile wasn’t entirely cheerful. It held a hint of something indefinable that lifted the hairs on the back of her neck. “I’ll be right back. I have to get a few things.”

As Teague went to their luggage, Jakarta changed her position, easing back against the thick cushions in an attempt to get more comfortable. She had a feeling she would be sitting there for a while. Her muscles were stiff, but it was impossible to relax without knowing what he planned to do to her.

He returned quickly with a green plastic case, which he set carefully on the cushion beside her. He didn’t open it. Teague turned away from her to push aside the coffee table, but brought back her glass of wine, which he placed on the floor.

When he lifted his hands to her face, she realized he held a white scarf. “What’s that for?” Even as she asked, he was placing it over her eyes and knotting it at the back of her head. “Teague?” She couldn’t hide the panic in her tone, and her first instinct was to get away.

He put a hand on top of her head. “Shh, just relax.”

She tried to, but it was difficult just sitting there, not able to see what would come next. She flinched when something touched her lips, until she realized it was her wine. She opened her mouth and dipped her tongue inside the rim, to gage where the level was. The crisp, fruity wine welcomed her tongue, bringing with it a slight tang. It flowed into her mouth in the perfect amount. She swallowed, and he withdrew the glass without her choking.

His hands disappeared from her body for a moment, and then they were untying the sash of her robe, before pushing it off her front. It pooled on either side of her legs, leaving the front of her body naked to him.

She stiffened when she heard him open the mysterious case with a click. Seconds later, something cool touched her chest. It was small and metallic. Jakarta gasped when it raked over her nipple. “What is that?”

“No questions,” he said in a firm tone. He didn’t sound angry, but he was clearly establishing the rules. “In fact, there won’t be any talking at all, unless you need me to stop. If so, I want you to say, ‘fantasy.’ If you do, I’ll stop right away, to ask you if you want to continue with something else, or if you want to end this completely.”

She knew he meant the game they were playing, but her heart read the more ominous meaning he could infer. If she stopped him, she might as well pack her bags and leave without looking back. It was over between them. Considering how aggressively she had fought the notion of establishing something more permanent, the idea of never seeing him again frightened her more than she would have expected. “I understand.”

His fingers were gentle as they tweaked one of her nipples. “You’re allowed to moan and make breathless cries of pleasure, of course.”

She almost giggled at his silliness, but caught herself. She didn’t know if that was an approved sound. “Okay.”

He touched her lips. “Shh.” Then his fingers were back at her nipple, along with the metal thing. As he slipped it over her sensitive flesh, she recognized a nipple clamp. Her stomach churned when she remembered previous experiences with similar items. Darien had delighted in tightening it to the point of agony, despite her pleas for him to stop.

Just like the handcuffs, Teague barely tightened the clamp. It was just to the point where she could feel pressure, without any pain. He did the same to her other nipple, and she relaxed slightly.

He dipped his head, and his tongue laved one of the swelling peaks, eliciting a moan. Jakarta pressed her hands together, striving not to move as he worked her nipple with his mouth, before grazing it with his teeth.

The sensation was short-lived. Teague took something else from his box, and she jumped with surprise when many thin quills brushed over her thigh. She almost asked what it was, but held back.

He must have decided to reward her restraint with an explanation. “This is a bamboo whip.” He brought the bristles to her hand, brushing the tips against her fingers. “It can be sharp if I poke you with it, and it stings when used the old-fashioned way, but it has an interesting texture.”

She had to agree, when he drew the ends down her left breast, pausing to brush the bristles against one of her supersensitive nipples. It almost hurt, without crossing the line into pain. She didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed when he brought it lower, down her stomach, and back to her thighs.

She stiffened when he slapped her across the thigh. The bamboo bristles left a sharp sting behind. That didn’t surprise her, but the way her pussy creamed did. She squirmed without thinking, earning another strike.

“Stay still, Jak.”

She nodded, and then wondered if that was a forbidden movement. He didn’t acknowledge it, but she decided not to push his rules.

The bristles went lower, and his hand slipped between her thighs to push them wider. Then the bamboo strands feathered across her mound, catching curls and tugging them lightly. The tips stung just a bit, especially when they slid down her slit and brushed against her clit. She let out a startled yelp, even as his finger followed in the wake of the whip to soothe her clit.

He caressed her with small circles, while the whip forged ahead, tracing a line down the inside of her thigh. It paused at her knee, and his fingers left her pussy. She felt him get closer as he knelt on the floor and lifted her leg. The sting of the bamboo tips carried down her leg, to her ankle. She stiffened when it went across the arch of her foot. Jakarta couldn’t hold in a cry when he brought it against the sole of her foot with a resounding slap. The sting lingered, even as he withdrew the whip.

Her stomach quivered when she felt the spines brushing up her other leg, but the tips didn’t rake her skin.

She dug her nails into her hands when he brought the whip against her pussy. Her eyes widened when he pressed the smooth wooden shaft a couple of inches into her opening. She was wet and more aroused than she could believe, and the handle had easy entry. He teased her by thrusting it into her a few times before taking it away.

She heard him rummaging in his case and hoped that was the last of the bamboo whip. Her foot still stung from where he’d swatted her. She didn’t want to imagine how her butt would feel if he chose to spank her with it. To her relief, he grasped her breast and removed the nipple clamp from her right nipple.

Blood flow returned with a vengeance, and it stung, but in a pleasurable way. He released the other clamp too.

Before she could bask in the relief, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking forcefully. Spasms shot through her pussy at the increased sensitivity. When he bit her with gentle force, she cried out. The feeling was intense, but more pleasurable than painful. While his mouth devoured her nipple, his fingers alternately squeezed and released the other, working her into a frenzy. She arched her back, and he pressed a hand against her stomach, reminding her to return to her appointed position.

She leaned back, gritting her teeth to withstand the sensations overwhelming her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Teague lifted his head and released her nipple. She whimpered, not sure if she protested his withdrawal, or if she was thankful for it.

She cocked her head slightly when she heard a buzzing sound. The origin of the sound moved lower, until something muffled it. She stiffened when a cool object pressed into the opening of her pussy, before gliding up to tease her clit.

“The batteries in this vibrator should be good for a long while,” Teague said softly. He circled her clit with the tip of the vibrator, chuckling when she groaned.

Jakarta couldn’t keep her thighs from trying to close, but he refused to let them. With a sudden movement, the vibrator left her clit and entered her pussy, as deep as it would go. Her pussy immediately convulsed in sympathy with the vibrations.

“That might be set too high,” he said. The vibrations lessened, until they were barely noticeable. “I just want you to feel it, love. I don’t want you coming yet.” He cupped her pussy, bringing her lips together around the vibrator. “In fact, you aren’t allowed to come until I say so. If you’re about to, I need you to let me know. Since you can’t talk, you’ll have to lift your hands. If I see you do that, I’ll stop what I’m doing until you’ve regained control.”

Jakarta nodded to show she understood, and he didn’t reprimand her for the movement. It was all she could do to manage the action, as the low buzz of the vibrator sent shockwaves through her. There was no ignoring the way it increased her arousal and tried to coax an orgasm from her. Since he had it turned so low, all it succeeded in doing was torturing her into a fever pitch. She ached for release, and the vibrator had been inside her only a few minutes.

“Now, stand up, slowly. We don’t want the vibe falling out.”

Jakarta responded to his hands as he helped her gain her feet. She pressed her thighs together and took small steps as he led her to the side of the couch. She didn’t resist when he bent her over the arm at the waist. He pushed her robe over her left side, exposing her buttocks and thighs.

“Is the toy still in tight? Raise your hands above your head if it is.”

The position was awkward. She braced herself against the armrest with her stomach, while raising her arms over her head. The vibrator was still deep inside her, providing its never-ending erotic torture.

“Good. Put your arms down across the armrest and stand here, just like this.”

Jakarta stayed in the position he had assigned. He moved past her, and she heard the rustle of clothing, followed by the noise of him searching through the box. Her legs shook with the effort to stand while simultaneously holding back her orgasm, and she leaned most of her weight against the arm of the couch.

When he returned to her, he pressed his body against hers briefly, to show her he was now naked. She shivered when his lips brushed her lower back, as he licked the line of her spine, stopping at the indent of her buttocks. His hands slipped lower, to part her cheeks.

“You’re doing so well, Jak. I’m proud of you.” There was a squirting sound, and then his index finger was probing her anus. It was slick with lube and slipped inside easily. She moaned with pleasure. He knew just what to do to get her aroused. She wriggled her ass, earning a light smack for moving.

“I know how much you like this.” He caressed one of her buttocks with his free hand, while a second finger ventured into her anus. “Do you like having that vibrator in your pussy, while I play with your ass?”

He chuckled. “No need to answer, love. I know you do.”

Convulsions rippled through her pussy when Teague began thrusting his fingers into her anus. He stopped much too soon, and she groaned in protest. He continued to hold her cheeks open, and she stiffened when she felt the head of a plug probing her anal opening. Judging from the feel, it was larger than any she had ever tried before, and she took a deep breath as he carefully pushed it deeper into her. Her body adjusted much faster than she had expected, but it was used to accommodating Teague’s cock.

She was stretched to her limit, and with the vibrator thrumming inside her, she could feel her orgasm approaching. For a minute, she was tempted to let it happen and try to hide it from him, but imagining his disappointment had her raising her arms.

“Is it too much? Poor darling.” His voice was little more than a harsh exhalation as he caressed her buttocks. One of his hands traced the line of her cleft, pausing to push against the butt plug, forcing it in deeper, and making her moan.

She gritted her teeth, trying to fight the pleasure. A sob of relief escaped her when Teague extracted the vibrator from her pussy. The sense of fullness immediately eased to a manageable level. She sensed him moving away from her, but didn’t shift positions.

The vibrator fell into the box with a thunk, and the couch dipped as Teague got on it. His hand tipped up her chin, and his mouth claimed hers. Her lips softened against his, and a new sense of calm filled her. He nibbled on her lower lip, and she sighed. When he drew the lip into his mouth to suck gently, she tried to reach up to cup his face. Right before touching him, she remembered she wasn’t supposed to move and lowered her hands again.

In punishment, he nipped her just forcefully enough to sting, and then soothed the sore spot he had created on her lip with his tongue. It swept over her upper lip, tracing its contours, before plunging into her mouth. The tempo of the kiss changed from light to earnest, and she responded in kind. His hunger might have frightened her, if she didn’t sense the underlying tenderness in his touch.

She longed to reach out for him when he drew away. The couch made a low squeaking sound when he changed positions. Seconds later, her eyes widened behind the blindfold when he touched his cock lightly to her mouth. She obeyed the unspoken command and parted her lips. His cock slipped inside, and she ran her tongue around the corona. He was hard and throbbing. She didn’t think it would take much to make him come. She sucked lightly, and Teague groaned.

He cupped the back of her head, bringing her closer, so she could take in more of his cock. She relaxed her throat and let him enter. She bit lightly, and his hands tightened in her hair. She smiled around his cock, knowing he was the vulnerable one at that moment, despite her blindfold and handcuffs. She gloried in holding his cock in her mouth. He trusted her implicitly not to hurt him, and she appreciated how difficult that could be, which made pleasing him pleasing for her.

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