Read Online Fixed 01 - Fantasy Fix by Christine Warren - Free Book Online
Authors: Christine Warren
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this kind of game meant she should start screaming and hope for nosy neighbors, or bend her knees, wiggle her ass and shout, “Fuck me, big boy!”
In the end, she just lay still and listened to her heart pound. And tried to ignore the images crashing through her mind. Images of herself, bound and helpless while this dark, mysterious stranger positioned her and fucked her and slowly drove her out of her mind.
After endless, agonizing minutes, she caught the muffled thump of the bag against the hardwood floor and felt the dip of the mattress when he moved onto the bed beside her.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Reggie did, and wasted no time in scanning the bed and nightstand for whatever implements of destruction he had removed from the duffle. From her limited perspective—the bindings prevented her from lifting anything more than her head—she couldn’t see a thing. Wary, she turned back to Dmitri. He looked amused.
“If I wanted you to see what I was doing, I wouldn’t have made you close your eyes, would I?” His mouth curved in a little smile, and he ran his fingers across her collarbone, skimming them down her side until they curled around her thigh in a brief, disarmingly affectionate squeeze. “Now I want you to see what I’m doing.”
She saw.
She saw those beautiful, powerful hands of his reach up to the bodice of her corset. She saw them shift the heavy layers of silk away from her breast, exposing the hard little nipple. It tightened further in the cool air, and she flinched when the backs of his fingers brushed against it while he folded the fabric under itself and tucked it out of the way. He repeated the action on the other side, making her nipples ache and her breath catch. When he finished, the corset supported her lush breasts, holding them high and full above her, completely exposed to his eyes and his hands.
She saw them offered up to him, pale and swollen and pouting for his touch, but when his thumb and forefinger closed over one erect peak, she stopped seeing. All she could do was feel.
Dmitri pinched, his touch firm, but gentle. Reggie sighed and shifted restlessly. Against her aroused bud, the pressure felt like a caress. She needed more. Her eyes began to drift shut.
“No,” he growled. “Look at me.”
She struggled to obey.
“You liked that.”
He seemed to wait for an answer, so she forced herself to nod.
“But it wasn’t enough for you.”
God, did he have to point out what a pervert she was? She blushed, but shook her head.
“Then I should not repeat it.” He withdrew his hand, and her heart sank.
“No, please,” she gasped, arching her back to offer her breasts up to him. “Please, Misha. More.”
She felt his silence, counted his pause in her racing heartbeats. His hand slid back to her nipple, and he repeated the pinch with the exact same amount of pressure. “Like that?”
“No,” she moaned, shaking her head. “I want…more. Please, Misha.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Please. Harder.”
He removed his hand altogether. “I don’t think so. If you cannot be clear with me, I must assume you do not really want this.”
The loss of his touch made her chest tighten in fear. “Please don’t leave me like this,” she whispered, on the verge of tears. “Please, Misha.”
“Please, what?” his tone sounded polite, but bored, and she knew he wouldn’t cut her any slack.
She wanted to slap his face and walk away, but tied to her own bed, neither was an option. Besides, she wanted him inside her so desperately she was prepared to negotiate.
Hell, she was prepared to surrender.
She licked her dry lips, took a deep breath. “Misha, would you please pinch my nipples harder?”
She heard his silence, felt him stretch it out for long minutes. He knew he tortured her, and she knew he did it on purpose.
“I don’t think so,” he said abruptly. “I think we need to remind you of your position.”
Embarrassment and anger opened
In the end, she just lay still and listened to her heart pound. And tried to ignore the images crashing through her mind. Images of herself, bound and helpless while this dark, mysterious stranger positioned her and fucked her and slowly drove her out of her mind.
After endless, agonizing minutes, she caught the muffled thump of the bag against the hardwood floor and felt the dip of the mattress when he moved onto the bed beside her.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Reggie did, and wasted no time in scanning the bed and nightstand for whatever implements of destruction he had removed from the duffle. From her limited perspective—the bindings prevented her from lifting anything more than her head—she couldn’t see a thing. Wary, she turned back to Dmitri. He looked amused.
“If I wanted you to see what I was doing, I wouldn’t have made you close your eyes, would I?” His mouth curved in a little smile, and he ran his fingers across her collarbone, skimming them down her side until they curled around her thigh in a brief, disarmingly affectionate squeeze. “Now I want you to see what I’m doing.”
She saw.
She saw those beautiful, powerful hands of his reach up to the bodice of her corset. She saw them shift the heavy layers of silk away from her breast, exposing the hard little nipple. It tightened further in the cool air, and she flinched when the backs of his fingers brushed against it while he folded the fabric under itself and tucked it out of the way. He repeated the action on the other side, making her nipples ache and her breath catch. When he finished, the corset supported her lush breasts, holding them high and full above her, completely exposed to his eyes and his hands.
She saw them offered up to him, pale and swollen and pouting for his touch, but when his thumb and forefinger closed over one erect peak, she stopped seeing. All she could do was feel.
Dmitri pinched, his touch firm, but gentle. Reggie sighed and shifted restlessly. Against her aroused bud, the pressure felt like a caress. She needed more. Her eyes began to drift shut.
“No,” he growled. “Look at me.”
She struggled to obey.
“You liked that.”
He seemed to wait for an answer, so she forced herself to nod.
“But it wasn’t enough for you.”
God, did he have to point out what a pervert she was? She blushed, but shook her head.
“Then I should not repeat it.” He withdrew his hand, and her heart sank.
“No, please,” she gasped, arching her back to offer her breasts up to him. “Please, Misha. More.”
She felt his silence, counted his pause in her racing heartbeats. His hand slid back to her nipple, and he repeated the pinch with the exact same amount of pressure. “Like that?”
“No,” she moaned, shaking her head. “I want…more. Please, Misha.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Please. Harder.”
He removed his hand altogether. “I don’t think so. If you cannot be clear with me, I must assume you do not really want this.”
The loss of his touch made her chest tighten in fear. “Please don’t leave me like this,” she whispered, on the verge of tears. “Please, Misha.”
“Please, what?” his tone sounded polite, but bored, and she knew he wouldn’t cut her any slack.
She wanted to slap his face and walk away, but tied to her own bed, neither was an option. Besides, she wanted him inside her so desperately she was prepared to negotiate.
Hell, she was prepared to surrender.
She licked her dry lips, took a deep breath. “Misha, would you please pinch my nipples harder?”
She heard his silence, felt him stretch it out for long minutes. He knew he tortured her, and she knew he did it on purpose.
“I don’t think so,” he said abruptly. “I think we need to remind you of your position.”
Embarrassment and anger opened
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