Willing Sacrifice (Knights of the Board Room 6) - Page 22

No, she said again, her fingers flexing against the light hold of the nylon. Thats not part of this.

The same thing shed said about the picture in the hallway. Her boundaries were bold black marks in the sand. Despite himself, a twinge of resentment caught him. It was all right to blindfold and impede his senses, but not to restrain her? But then he remembered Thor. As tough a Mistress as she appeared to be, she didnt bind him. Hed never seen her bind anyone, except in a symbolic way. A light wrap or easy-to-break cuffs. The illusion of restraint. Of course, she was so good at this, that was really all she needed, wasnt it?

When he did another wrap around her wrist, her tension increased proportionately. Max, she said more sharply.

He pressed closer, slid his arm around her waist, fingers drifting to the waistband of her panties. He took his palm in a slow, easy glide over her mound, resting his fingers on her upper thigh. I dont believe Im braver than you are, Mistress.

The honorific came easily to his lips. She stilled as he spoke it, her focus now on something else. He shifted, slid his hand down her other arm in a reassurance before drawing it behind her. She quivered harder as he put the two wrists together with a simple twist tie. It wasnt tight at all. She could get out of it in a blink, far quicker and more easily than he could free himself of the mask.

Its just for a moment. I want to imagine you tied like this, even if I cant see you. Your shoulders drawn back, your breasts thrust out. The flush on your cheeks, your hair falling over your body, dressed only in your panties. And I want to do this.

Kneeling behind her, he put his hands on her hips. He bent over those tied hands and put his lips on them, kissing her palms and curling fingers. He cruised over her ass, tongue teasing the seam between her cheeks through the silk as she shuddered. He went lower, explored that sweet crevice where the buttocks and thighs met, revealed by the high rise of the undergarment. When he nuzzled the sensitive intersection point, his tongue pressing briefly against the perineum, she let out a soft noise. Then he drew back, his thumb caressing the crotch of her panties before he hooked his fingers in the sides and took the last garment to her ankles.

He kissed the backs of her knees, her upper thighs, moving around her so he was on his knees before her. He kept his hands on her hips and lifted his face, nostrils flaring and all senses tuned for her reaction. Her focus was fully on him, he could feel the heat of it, and she was tight as a drum beneath his hands, as if shed turned all that quivering energy inward.

When he straightened, standing on his knees instead of resting on his heels, he caught her loose hair in his hands, twisted it. Kiss me, Mistress, he murmured. I need your mouth.

The heat and wetness of it was enough to make him groan with pleasure, especially when she let out a matching, more feminine sound. Reaching behind her, he untwisted the nylons from her hands and then banded his arms around her hips as she cupped his face, holding on to him tightly as the kiss deepened. He broke it to move down to her breasts, finding her through the curtain of hair to cup those pretty curves and tease them with the heat of his mouth. She brought him to a halt by pressing against his shoulders and stepping back, her breath ragged.

My clothes, Max. Dress me.

Her tone was determined, even if it wasnt entirely steady. Shed reclaimed the reins. He got back on his feet, with reluctance and some physical difficulty. She noticed the latter, her clever, firm fingers cupping him through his slacks. At her purring sound of approval, he growled. A warning that he could only be pushed so far, especially since, on his knees, hed clearly scented how hot and willing her body was at this point.

When he turned back to the bed, he almost made the mistake of going for the leotard first. Realizing his error just as he had his hand on the garment, he switched to the tights instead.

Im in the chair, Max.

He knew shed shifted away from him, had heard the give of the cushion, the faint creak of the wood, and followed the sound, touching her knee, the arm of the chair. He knelt at her feet, working one leg of the tights up into a folded circle in his hand. As he did it, he was hit by an unexpected vision, and the flood of emotions that accompanied it.

Child-sized black patent shoes, the strap buckle a tiny pewter flower. You put the tights on first, silly. Amanda teasing him, an imperious four-year-old then. Shed asked if she could wear her pink dress to church.

He closed his eyes beneath the blindfold and clutched the tights hard enough he was glad they werent as thin as the nylons. Else hed rip right through them. Can you speak to me while I do this part?

He needed to hear a womans voice to remind him where he was, what he was doing. Janets voice especially. He knew how to manage this kind of memory invasion, but this one was a little stronger than he usually handled in mixed company. He didnt want his shit to fuck things up.

Given how attentive shed been when she was putting the blindfold on him, he shouldnt have been surprised that she understood and acquiesced without any coy games or challenging questions. He guessed hed overestimated how much he could scramble her brain with his physical prowess. Of course the womans self-discipline was legendary. Hed have to work on that. Though at the moment, he was grateful for her ability to recover her composure quickly.

Her fingers slid through his hair. Matts noticed us. He talked to me about you.

Max grunted, figuring out the toe seam and working it over her foot. She had trim toenails, expected for a woman hed yet to see without stockings on her legs. Yeah. He gave me a look when he left the car tonight. If thats a hint of what Angelicas dates are in for, shell be lucky if anyone will be brave enough to ask her out.

I bet a SEAL would be brave enough. She tugged his hair.

SEALs arent scared of anything, he agreed, and smiled when she chuckled at him. He noticed her second toe had a swollen joint to it, and there was an unevenness along the outside edge of her big toe, like a scar. When his fingers passed firmly over her arch, he sensed an indrawn breath, a sound of pleasure, and he took an extra moment to massage there, some of his tension easing when she purred, no other word for it.

OhGod, youre good at that.

Is this why you dont wear spiky heels like Alice? Because you have bad feet?

He detected a hesitation, as if hed touched on the edges of something more important. Its very impolite to say that to a woman, she said at last. But yes. Years of ballet dancing gives many of us foot problems. Which makes what youre doing feelsodamngood.

My pleasure, Mistress.

Youre good at that as well. Knowing just when to call me that so it works for us both.

Im a quick study. Reluctantly, he stopped with the foot massage but figured hed give her a more thorough one, of both feet, after her class. He worked the tights up to her knee, then got the other foot started and up to the same level. Curling an arm around her waist once again, he brought her to her feet. She was completely naked except for that one garment at her knees, and it was a unique experience, to be blindfolded, somewhat at her mercy, even though he was the one fully dressed. She was an artist at what she did, explaining why she had a strong following at the club. But none of those males had ever been here now, in her home. Hed bet on that too.

He worked the tights up her thighs, thought again how few women would be confident enough to let a man be this intimate with their bodies. He had to put his hand inside the tights, find the cotton crotch panel to be sure it was aligned correctly, which gave him the opportunity to brush his knuckles along her labia, feel the moisture there.

Her hand settled on his shirt sleeve, gripping, her forehead briefly pressed to his shoulder as he rose to finish the task, sliding the tights all the way up over her hips. Then he necessarilyand pleasurablyhad to run his hands down her body, under and over, to make sure everything was straight and in place, which put him on his heels as he touched her feet, double-checked the toe seams. Perfectly straight, following the bump of her toenails. His instructors would be proud, though he could only imagine their expressions if they knew how he was applying his ditch-and-don skill.

Next came the leotard, which was easier, and had the added bonus of requiring him to feel his way around her breasts to be sure the modesty panel was aligned properly. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, kneaded the breasts until she gave him another breathless admonishment. As well as a gratifyingly reluctant reminder they needed to leave soon to be on time for the class.

That just left the skirt, slippers and jewelry. The first two were quickly done. He worked the earrings in behind the ones he removed, then it was time to do the necklace. She turned for him, putting her buttocks against his hard groin. If she rotated her hips on him, hed have purred a little himself, but the way she kind of melted back into him, from shoulder blades to the firm ass, was intimate in a different, more moving way, especially when she turned her face so her cheek pressed against his biceps.

She lifted her chin as he guided the necklace around her neck. After he fastened it, he put his arms around her waist to hold her still. Kissing her throat, he nuzzled her beautiful hair again. Did I pass, Instructor J?

She didnt respond. Shed tucked her head at an angle that suggested her eyes were closed, one of them pressed into the crease between his shoulder and chest. Shed gone somewhere else, taken there by this moment. He tightened his hold around her. Janet. Okay?

She nodded. He stayed silent then, just holding her, letting her deal with whatever had gripped her, making sure she could use the strength of his body and arms to get her through it. Shed become tense all of a sudden, as if fighting something, and he turned her around to press a kiss on her brow, her eye, her nose, finally brushing her lips. Her hands clutched his arms, and she drew a deep breath.

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