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from the thrill of Nick’s mysterious bondage game.
    “I left you enough leeway in those restraints so that you can grip the back of the couch.”
    Her reply became a muffled moan when his palms slapped the inside of her thighs. “Mmm-mmm would you check out all this sweet Holly juice? Thick and creamy. Makes a man mighty thirsty.” Nick pressed his face next to hers. “Know the sexiest spot on a woman’s body? Besides this sweep of skin where her neck meets her shoulder?” His rough fingertips danced over the area he’d described.
    Gooseflesh spread across Holly’s skin.
    “The dimples above her ass. Those two sweet little indentations just beg for a man’s undivided attention.” He stood and his thumbs caressed her lower back. “This spot right here.”
    Her body twitched hard.
    “Don’t move. No matter what. Stay just like that.”
    Nick’s heated touch vanished and was replaced by the cool brush of his mouth and the wet lash of his tongue.
    The involuntary arch of her spine earned her a sharp slap on the ass.
    “I said don’t move.” His free hand snaked up her belly to her breasts. He plucked and twirled the left nipple until it was pebble-hard and then he pinched it to the same beat he tapped on her throbbing clit.
    All that stimulus, plus the licking and lapping across the sensitive base of her spine, made it difficult to stand still. Nick’s every exhalation stirred the baby fine hair covering her lower back and she trembled violently.
    “So sexy. So daring. So beautiful you steal my damn breath.”
    She wouldn’t have been able to speak even if she hadn’t been gagged. His words rumbled over her skin, adding another layer of arousal to her over-stimulated body and mind.
    “I want to feel you come completely undone at my touch. I wanna hear you scream.”
    Holly tried to say, too much , but it came out a mumbled mass through the cotton covering her mouth. Nick moved and in her peripheral vision she saw him waving the bottle.
    “There’s not enough left for a full glass, so I might as well put it to good use.” He dumped champagne into the small of her back.
    A few droplets splashed on her shoulders, but the majority pooled in the well she’d created by keeping her pelvis tilted. Slurping soft kisses and the nip of teeth were the final straw to snap her obedience.
    Holly bucked upward, sending the fizzy champagne trickling along the crack of her ass. The icy coldness did nothing to cool the burning between her thighs.
    Nick’s hands landed solidly on her butt cheeks and he pulled them apart as his warm tongue traced the cleft, chasing the trickles down where no man had ventured. He licked with feral groans of delight that reverberated up the length of her spinal cord and nearly set her hair on end. His tongue tickled, teased and probed. Her pussy. Her clit. Her anus. Never staying in one place long enough to get her off, just tightening the connection between all three hot spots.
    Just when Holly knew she couldn’t take any more, just when she suspected her knees would give out, Nick curled one meaty hand around her hip and impaled her.
    The gag kept her from crying out.
    Slam. Retreat. Slam. Retreat. Slam. Retreat.
    Nick fucked her like he meant to imprint her body with the force of his. Hard. Relentless. No words. No sounds except for the slap slap slap of his hips connecting with her buttocks and his male grunts.
    Wiggling had no effect. He was one hundred percent in charge of her pleasure. She couldn’t verbalize her needs. She couldn’t touch herself to hasten the race to orgasm. She couldn’t even squeeze her legs together and increase the friction where she most needed it.
    Without faltering in his rhythm, Nick slid his hand over her hip and began to lightly stroke her clit, which was in direct opposition to the unyielding way his cock rammed into her.
    The contrasts were as staggering as the realization that in just a few short hours he’d established his mastery of her