31 Flavors of Kink (8 page)

Nick’s in bed, sitting up against the headboard and watching a show on TV. By the sound effects and adrenaline-pumping music, I can tell it’s an action show.

“Honey?” I gingerly sit on the edge of the bed next to him.

Briefly he looks at me. “Yeah?”

“Will you tell me a fantasy of yours? Please?” I give him my sweetest expression. It’s wasted as he doesn’t bother to look from the TV.

“I already did.”

“You told me you just wanted sex to be good. It is now. So tell me another.”

His gaze is glued to the screen. I grunt in frustration. His TV show is more interesting than sex?

“Um,” he says distractedly. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be tortured.”

I flinch back.
What!
Now
he
has a BDSM-themed fantasy? Where the hell did this come from? I gulp but tell myself to remain calm. I don’t want to come across judgmental. I need to accept every part of him, like he does me. I’ll just ask a few questions and get to the bottom of this. I’m not sure if I could really torture someone—I hope he doesn’t want to take it too far—but I would try it. For him.

“But not naked,” he adds, still glued to the TV. “Actually, nothing sexual about it. I just want to see how long I’d last if I had information the government wanted.”

What the…? I turn to look at the TV show he’s so enthralled by.
Covert Affairs.
I roll my eyes. I should’ve known. Not only is it a geeky spy show, but he has a crush on the lead character, Annie Walker. I feel like throwing something at his head.

“I’m being serious!” I complain, smacking him with a pillow.

He chuckles and shuts the TV off. “Okay. I’m sorry,” he says more sincerely, but still wears a chaffing grin. “Well, maybe you could seduce me?”

I blink. “Me?”

“Yeah, like a little lap dance or a striptease.”

Fucking A.
Of course the pain in the ass would pick something completely out of my comfort zone. A striptease and a lap dance? I’ve never had a single dance lesson. I’m awkward and clumsy and not the least bit sexy.

Don’t be a taker, I scold myself. He tied me up. He spanked me. He stepped out of his comfort zone; I can too.

Steeling myself for humiliation, I rise from the bed. As seductively as I can manage, I raise the hem of my blouse. “Like this?” I purr.

Nick puts his arms behind his head, and his gaze rakes me over. A big grin stretches across his face. He likes it. Okay, I can do this. I pull my shirt up higher, exposing my bra.

“Yeah!” Nick praises from the bed.

I give him a flirty smile, then start to pull the blouse over my head. It’s a little tight, and I tug harder. Buttons. The damn shirt has buttons, dummy. I bring my arms down to undo the top button, but something yanks on my ear.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow.
I freeze, my arms overhead, my shirt covering my face. The top button is stuck on the stupid hoop earrings I insisted on wearing to work today. I was trying to look sexy. Not so sexy now, am I?

“Honey? Are you okay?”

He doesn’t need to see my face to know I’m blushing. I’m sure it covers my entire body. But I can recover. I can still pull this off. Somehow I will make this sexy.

“Um.” My voice is muffled in my shirt. I go for a casual tone. “I’m fine. I’m just, uh, going slow. So you can, you know, savor it.” I move my hips side to side in a seductive sway while simultaneously trying to untangle my earring.

The arm opposite the stuck earring is halfway in my shirtsleeve, so I jerk my upper body to the side, trying to get it over to help. But it won’t quite reach where I need it. I’m panting with the exertion and getting a bit frantic that it won’t come loose. I wriggle my arms furiously, trying to get them out of the sleeves. Every few seconds I stop and shake my hips toward Nick. Or somewhere. I’m not really sure which direction I’m facing anymore.

Oh God, how ridiculous do I look?

I hear a strangled snort from behind me. I spin around and freeze. Is he laughing at me? Except for the crinkling of the shirt over my ears, the room is silent.

My arms ache and my ear hurts. I blow out a breath of air.

Nick clears his throat. “Do you need help?” The end of the sentence is choked off with a covered chuckle.

“Yes,” I say, defeated.

I hear him rise from the bed. Then his fingers are on me, unbuttoning my blouse.

“Careful,” I tell him from inside the cave of my shirt. “My earring is stuck.”

“I got it.”

His fingers work deftly, freeing my face and arms, until just the blouse is dangling from my earring. He works on getting that loose too, leaning in close to see where the earring and blouse entangle. I look up at him. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from being stuck in my shirt, but he’s never looked so handsome.

“Hi,” I say sheepishly.

He smirks. “Hi.” His breath touches my lips and lingers.

Suddenly I want to kiss him.
Need
to kiss him. I lean forward. “Ow!” Something tugs my earring.

“Stay still,” he orders softly. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against his body. Goose bumps rise along the skin on my belly and back. Am I getting turned on? I exhale a laugh.

Nick is rescuing me from an utterly unsexy and quite possibly life-threatening striptease. I probably looked like one of those moles with the red tendril thingies on its head, clawing its way out of the ground. I should be digging a hole
into
the ground and hiding in humiliation.

Finally the blouse falls to the floor, and my ear is free. I pull both hoops out and place them on the dresser. Nick steps back and looks me over. His mouth is tight with a restrained grin.

I point a finger at him. “Don’t. Laugh.”

He covers his mouth with his hand, and his shoulders shake. I cast him a dirty look, then launch myself at him, toppling him onto the bed. I straddle his hips as his hysterical laughter fills the room.

“Shut up.” I try to cover his mouth with my hand, but he blocks me.

“That was cute, Sid,” he says between roars of laughter. “It was like a sea cucumber giving birth to an anemone.”

I gasp and try to smack him, but he dodges my hand.

“A
sexy
sea cucumber,” he adds.

This time, I go for the jugular. He catches my wrists and holds them captive. “So violent. I may be new at this, but I’m pretty sure beating up your Dom is bad behavior. Should I punish you now?”

“No! I’m too mad.” I pout, pulling my wrists from his hands. “I won’t fulfill any more of your fantasies if you make fun of me.”

He smiles. “Honey, you fulfill my fantasies every day just by being you.”

I chuckle nervously. “Sure.” But I’m touched, whether it’s true or not.

We stare at each other silently for a moment, giddy smiles plastered on our faces. In a bold move, I get my retribution by snaking my hand up his chest to pinch his nipple.

“Ow!” He grasps my hand to free his nipple. “You’re not a very good sub,” he teases.

“Maybe you’re not a good Dom,” I counter with a saucy grin.

“Probably.” Evil glittering in his eyes, he folds his arms around me, then yanks me down for a kiss. Our lips meet, and he holds the back of my head as the kiss deepens. Not that I’m planning on leaving. The play of lips on lips, soft and hard, tongue and teeth, is a dance Nick has always done well. I snuggle closer and catch my breath. My eyelids drift lower as I give in to the sensations. I sneak my hand onto his chest, palm flattened, and play with the hair above his shirt neckline. When he stops kissing me, I’m breathing hard and very conscious of his body beneath me.

His gaze locks with mine. “So let’s just be us.”

I smile. Us. Nick and Sidney. Not vanilla. Not rocky road. Any kind of thirty-one flavors we want to be. I bite my lip and nod.

With both hands, he grasps my ass and squeezes. “Now let me tie you up so we can fuck and feel better.”

I laugh and shake my head. From Romeo to
American Pie
in the span of a few seconds. “Typical. I should go next door and get the suave version of a husband.”

The amused glint in his eye gives me a millisecond warning. With a growl he rises and topples me sideways. “Get undressed. I’ll be back. With ropes.”

This is the Nick I’ve been praying for and the first time he’s taken the initiative with sex and bondage. But I can’t resist making a suggestion. A certain book cover calls me.

“Can I show you something?”

He stops on his way toward our closet and waits. The Kindle’s on the bedside table. If I hesitate, I’ll never do this. My courage is leaking away. I turn it on and find the right book with the erotic cover I’ve been lusting after, then slide across the bed to show him.

“This.” I point to the picture of the woman lying on her stomach, hog-tied like some kind of prized heifer. It makes me nervous as well as aroused.

Silence. Then a second later, “You sure? Looks…uhh…not very comfortable.”

“That’s nothing. You should see Shibari.”

“The sushi place?”

“No. Japanese rope bondage. I’ll show you later. So? Do you have enough neckties for this one?”

He sucks in air through his teeth. “No, but I can manage. This looks hot. And I always wanted to turn you into a pretzel.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, just try to remember which way my limbs bend, will you?”

He just points at the bed and grins. “Get naked.”

Right. Slowly I sit up. I started this; I can finish it. I blink, take a big breath, then reach back for my bra clasp.

By the time I’m naked, Nick’s also undressed and has a small pile of ropes at the edge of the bed. Where they came from, I have no idea. I’ve certainly never seen them in the closet.

As if he read my mind, he says, “I bought it to hang a clothesline outside last summer, but we found that deal on a dryer instead.”

“
Hmm
,” I answer, distracted by his erection, already waving skyward. I’ve always thought the male organ looked like someone stuck it on as an afterthought, but now, knowing what I’ve given him permission to do, it makes me nervous.

I want to encourage this take-charge side of him, so I scurry onto the bed when he points and sit there on my heels.

“On your tummy,” he orders, and I shiver.

The white rope in his hands makes my stomach clench. Not all fear, though—there’s only a little of that. Anticipation has my mind and body on edge. I know I want this.

“Arms first.” He wraps the rope about my arms just above the elbow.

Nick is an expert with knots from his days of exploring caves. I can trust him to tie them right, and most likely I won’t get loose, unless he wants me to.

First my left arm, then my right, and the rope pulls my elbows together at my back. Each knot, each tightening of the ropes, and the casual manipulation of my body, cranks up the sexual tension. I shut my eyes to feel.

“Good?” he asks at my ear, low and sexy.

Head to one side, I nod, and the sheet swishes under my ear.

“Now your legs.”

This time he straps the cuffs on me, uses rope to attach my ankles to my wrists, then pulls them together. I end up with my knees folded and my heels resting on my buttocks.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s hot.” Nick sits back and looks at my rear. “I like you this way. I can do anything, and you can’t move.”

When I wriggle to test the bonds, I find out how inextricable this position is. If I unbend my legs, it drags my wrists down, but apart from that, I’m totally stuck.

The knowledge sends a tremor through me. I’m bound so damn tight. Then he places his hand between my legs and leaves it there. Oh God. I was wet just looking at the picture. Now I’m soaked. Just knowing Nick can do whatever he wants to, that I’m at his mercy is…freakin’ unbelievable.

A tingle in my fingers makes me flex them.

The first slap fully across one cheek of my ass has me forgetting my fingers. The blow echoes in my flesh and down into my pussy. Another slap, then another before he slips his fingers back along my slit and inside me.

“Ah!” My body jerks at the invasion.

My shoulders ache, but the little shocks of his spanking combine with the way his fingers tunnel slick and hot into my sheath and out again. It’s nice, and I can’t help squirming in appreciation, but then the ache comes to the fore. My fingers are throbbing too.

He smacks me hard enough that I jump, then chuckles. “I like this view. I might get that toy again. See if you can take it all the way in.” He means the Throbbinator, and my internal muscles clench. His enthusiasm would be good if only I could feel my fingers.

“Honey…”

“Yeah, baby, you like that idea?” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him hanging over the edge of the bed. From the sounds, he’s fishing something from the basket of toys we’ve hidden there.

“Wait. Stop.”

His laugh might have come straight out of a B-grade horror movie. “Oh no, I’m not stopping until you come.”

“My fingers are numb!”

Silence, then, “Oh, God!” Nick scrambles to undo the knots. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s all right.” Within a minute I’m free, or pretty much. My legs are loose and so are my wrists. A few pins and needles crinkle into my hands. “I guess some positions are best left for the professionals.”

“Is this better?” Now he lies next to me, eye to eye, and strokes his big hand up my back, then delicately up my neck to run his knuckles over my cheek. There’s concern, but also lust, sparking in his gaze. “That was a ten on the sexy scale. Do you need me to untie the rest?”

Do I? Here I am with my upper arms still restrained, though a little looser, and my face planted in the bed. He’s asking if I’m happy? I do the shimmy that lets me judge the ropes and how my limbs are taking it all. The grin spreading on his face as he watches me squirm, and the way he splays his hand on my butt, speak volumes.

Then tendrils of slow heat spread from under his hand and reach my pussy. My nipples bunch. I’m humming down below. The little spanking and the bondage have worked wonders, and his erection prods at the side of my hip.

My words are shaky, but I manage. “No. Keep going.”

“Good.” The firm yet gentle palm on me turns into a pinch. I squeak, but he only uses that hand on my butt for leverage to hoist himself over me and straddle my hips.