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pucker. When he sucked on the nipples, the tightness turned into a tingling ache of need.
Then she heard someone in the crowd laugh, turned her head, and saw their faces. She
stiffened and made a useless attempt to move.
Alex lifted his head and studied her for a second.  Little cat, do you trust me not to leave
you? Not for a second?
Why was he asking her that? But he didn't say more. She bit her lip. Would he stay with
her? Well, he'd saved her from that man and then held her. He hadn't abandoned her. She'd seen
that he had his own code of honor.  Yes, Sir, she said.
 Ah. He smiled at her.  I like the trust I see growing. Now, I promise I won't hurt you
while you're restrained here on the table. Do you trust me to keep my word?
A whore learned to read people well. She usually knew when someone lied to her. He
wasn't lying.  Yes, Sir. She swallowed.  What are you going to do?
 I'm going to take a little more control from you, MacKensie. I will ask you to keep your
eyes closed. From under the table, he lifted headphones.  You won't be able to see or hear, just
to feel my hands on your body. My mouth on your pussy.
Her breath hitched at the image.
 You have your safe word, little cat. Now close your eyes. She did. When the earphones
covered her ears, she heard the rhythmic sounds of the ocean: a low roar, then hissing. All she
could hear was the ocean; all she could see was black. Had he left her? Her eyes popped open,
and she looked right up into Alex's amused face. Like he knew she'd panic.
She caught a breath of Alex's rich aftershave just before his hand cupped her cheek, and he
kissed her, gently, coaxing the response he knew she could give. After a minute, he lifted his
head and touched her temple in an unspoken command.
Dammit, she wanted to be able to see.
He waited.
42 Cherise Sinclair
After giving him a glare that made his lips quirk, she closed her eyes.
His mouth covered hers again. As he toyed with her lips, nibbled on them, her anxiety
diminished. And after a minute, many minutes, he moved. She had a second of panic. Then his
hands touched her breasts, the feel of his slightly rough fingers already familiar. His lips closed
around one nipple, his tongue hot against the sensitive tip as he sucked.
His mouth withdrew. Coolness over the wet nub, then& a pinching sensation. Not his
fingers. The compression tightened right to the edge of pain and didn't loosen. A clamp. Like that
other sub had worn. The steady pressure created a sizzling river of sensation between her breast
and her groin. His hot mouth sucked on the other nipple, then the pressure again. The ache in her
pussy increased.
His hand stroked down her stomach, trailing across the top of her skirt, then past and over
her bare leg. He'd moved to the foot of the table, she realized, as his hands massaged her hips.
When he stroked the exposed undersides of her thighs, it brought home how high and wide he'd
parted her knees, leaving her open.
She tried to move her legs, and none of the straps gave, and the ocean rolled through the
darkness as his hands moved closer to where she ached.
His hand pressed against her pussy for a second before stroking her thigh, leaving a wet
trail in its wake. His silent way of showing that she was aroused, and he could continue. Oh frak,
how could she want to run so badly and yet be so excited?
He returned to her pussy, a finger stroking through her folds. She kept waiting for groping,
for his hand to rub her crotch as if sanding wood.
He didn't. Instead he used just a slickened fingertip, ever so slowly. Featherlight, it circled
her clit, clockwise, then counterclockwise, never actually touching the aching nubbin of nerves.
Her hips tried to push up, and the restraints held her completely still as his finger circled, then
stroked down through her folds, making a figure eight, circling her opening, then up and around
the increasingly sensitive nerves and back down in a rhythm that rolled through her like the
ocean sounds rolled through her head.
She could actually feel her pussy swelling, engorging with blood until the tissues became
painfully distended. Until&
Something touched her clit, right on top, a shocking warmth and wetness. She cried out,
and the waves drowned the sound; she could only feel as his tongue stroked over her, lapping
one side, then the other. Right over the top.
A seething tension grew inside her with every maddening, burning repetition.
He stopped, and then she felt something prodding at her opening. She drew in a breath, the
muscles in her legs tightening. She knew this feeling. He was going to fuck her now, shove his
cock in and
It slid in, and she pulled in a breath at the exquisite feel of him sliding through her
sensitive, swollen tissues. Her hands closed on the edge of the bench as the in-and-out
movements sent her higher.
Then his cock somehow doubled in size, and his mouth came down on her clit again.
The piercing shock flamed through her. Her back arched, jostling the nipple clamps and
sending electric sizzles to her pussy where his tongue flicked over her clit and his not his cock,
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she realized with a startled breath his fingers. He had his fingers in her and was pumping them
slowly in and out as his tongue stroked her up and down.
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