Happily Ever After Collection - Melanie Moreland Page 0,99
hate it when you’re angry.”
I glared at him. I was still pissed, although somewhat amused. I was also turned on by the way he stood up for me. I still wanted to get him home and naked. Maybe even punish him a little.
A delighted grin broke out on his face. He leaned forward, dragging my face to his.
“Go with it, Jenny.” He kissed me hard. “I’ll take it.”
Internal dialogue. Damn it.
Chapter 5
Connor
“Oh God … Baby… Please…” I begged, pulling on the handcuffs restraining me. I lifted my head, desperately trying to figure out where Jenny had gone. I couldn’t see because the little vixen had slipped a mask over my eyes, plunging me into darkness, then she disappeared.
Where was she?
Jenny’s voice was far away. “Please what, Connor?”
I loved it when she let her slightly kinky side come out to play. When we got back to my apartment, she’d tackled me on the bed, kissing and licking her way up and down my chest, before she surprised me by snapping on the handcuffs and the mask.
Punishment time.
I was good with that. Really good.
Except, I was lying on my bed, naked and aching for her, and she was gone. I yanked on the cuffs again, raising my head. “Jenny, come back.”
“Maybe I should just leave you here, all tied up, nowhere to go…” Her voice teased from the foot of the bed. “I could go home and have a good night’s sleep.”
Fuck no. I didn’t deserve that kind of suffering. That would be a real punishment, and I much preferred Jenny’s form of torture. It was far more satisfying.
I lowered my voice to the deep tone I knew she loved. “Come back, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am.”
Her hand drifted over my foot, caressing and stroking, rubbing my ankle in a long, slow drag. I blinked under the mask as I realized she had just tied it to the foot of the bed. That was a new move. She repeated the gesture with the other foot, and I heard a long, contented sigh escape her throat.
I was truly at her mercy, and I swallowed in anticipation.
“See something you like, Jenny?” I murmured huskily, playfully arching my hips.
“Isn’t that a lovely sight,” she whispered. Her hands were once again on my legs, slowly drifting up and down, each time edging closer to where I wanted them the most. I groaned in eagerness then frustration as her hands disappeared.
The mattress dipped, and she straddled my waist. I could feel her warm skin sliding against my abdomen, and then her mouth covered mine. I strained my head up, my tongue searching and sucking as we kissed, both of us moaning. She pulled away, leaning back, her hands now splayed across my chest. “You were very…naughty in the store, weren’t you, Connor?”
“Yes. Give me your mouth back, Jenny. Please, baby.”
She ignored me.
“All the dirty talk that you know turns me on—is that what you wanted?” She pressed down against me, her center hot and wet against my skin. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
“God, yes.”
I felt a soft flicker dance across my chest, and I groaned. I knew that feeling. Jenny had a feather in her hand, and if she had a feather, that meant she had the jar of honey dust as well. It was her favorite torture toy. She loved sprinkling it on my chest and stomach, driving me mad with the feather before licking it off.
The licking was my favorite part.
She moved off me, and sure enough, I felt the downy sensation of the sweet dust settle across my chest, followed by the trailing of the feather as it ghosted over my skin. But it didn’t stop at my chest. Soon, I was nothing but a blaze of sensation as Jenny’s honey dust settled over my entire body. Her feather swirled and teased, moving and touching every inch of my skin, only to slip to a new place, drawing yet another groan from my lips. Her feather trailed over my torso, teasing my taut nipples, up and down my legs and arms, soft and light as it went, leaving me panting, aching, and wanting. Like a whisper of air, I felt the sensation float over my throbbing cock, and I hissed and arched into the sensation. I wanted more. I wanted her mouth on me.
My voice was low and rough as I pleaded with her. “Jenny, please…”