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  It’s from my moisturizer, she nearly said, then caught herself. He was blazing a path down her legs with his lips as he slowly pulled her panties up, sending delicious sparks up her legs, and she didn’t want him to stop so that he would have to punish her.

  “Hold your arms above your head,” he instructed once he was done stripping her panties.

  She did as he said, then waited, feeling the bed shift as he left it. The mattress dipped beneath his weight again after just a moment, and she gasped as she felt his naked, muscular calves pressing against the sides of her torso as he straddled her. Something smooth and fleshy pressed against her lips then, and darting out her tongue to taste it, she realized it was the head of his cock, already dripping pre-cum onto her lips.

  “Suck it,” he commanded roughly.

  She opened her mouth, taking him all the way in, and sucked him as he tied her wrists together above her head. A low groan escaped his lips as he pressed his hips, pushing himself more firmly into her, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction at the fact that she was causing him pleasure. Working him with her mouth and tongue, she bobbed her head back and forth, wringing out every moan and gasp she could from him, delighting in the fact that even bound, she held this kind of power over him. She wished her hands were free so that she could cup his balls, maybe even squeeze his delicious ass which she knew was nearly as steely as his cock from past experience.

  “Oh God,” he gasped, “I’m going to come.” She sucked harder, but he caught her head in his hands, forcing her to stop. “Not yet,” he breathed, sliding his cock out of her mouth. “Not yet, but damn, that was good.”

  Callie opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Brendan saved her from another spanking by covering her mouth with his. She moaned as he slipped his tongue between her lips, sliding it sensuously against hers, and arched her back so she could scrape her sensitive nipples against his chest.

  She was rewarded for that move with a hard pinch to her left nipple, and she yelped, feeling the zap of pleasure-pain all the way down to her toes. “Now, now,” he said. “Let’s not get too frisky.” She felt him sit up, and she swallowed a cry of frustration, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. “We wouldn’t want this to end too soon.”

  Speak for yourself, she was about to say, then went silent as she heard a clink that sounded like something gently hitting against glass. A cup, maybe? The answer was revealed when something icy touched her abused right nipple and she shrieked, nearly coming out of her skin.

  “Hang on now,” Brendan laughed, leaning over to lave the nipple with his warm tongue. Heat rushed through her body like a molten river of lava at the sharp temperature switch. “It’s just an ice cube.” He kissed her softly, then murmured against her lips, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

  “Y-yes, Brendan,” she managed. I just hadn’t expected it to be so damn cold.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to read her mind. “You’ll get accustomed to it, at least a little. And I’m almost certain you’re going to like it after a little while.” He gave her another soft kiss, then pulled back. “Here, let’s try it again.” He pressed the ice cube to her nipple again, sending another shock of cold through her body, but this time she recognized another zing of pleasure-pain. He followed it up by suckling on her teat with his tongue again, thawing the icy bud, and she moaned as more sparks of pleasure skipped down her nerve channels to pool together at the molten core between her legs.

  “That’s better,” he breathed, switching to the nipple and offering the same hot-cold treatment. Callie cried out as he continued his ministrations, the ache between her legs building; she wanted to tell him to have mercy on her, to stop his wicked teasing, but it felt so good, and she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Eventually the ice cube melted, and he grabbed another one from the glass, dragging it down the center of her abdomen and causing her to writhe beneath him. He chased the trail of melted ice with his tongue as he went until he reached the top of her mound, but instead of going through it he went sideways. Callie gasped as he traveled down the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, unable to stop her entire body from quivering. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to stand this much longer.

  “God, look how wet you are.” He slid the piece of ice between her slick folds, and her hips came off the bed, her gasps turning into mewls. She groaned low in her throat as he lapped at the icy water on her pussy, wanting so badly to be able to thread her fingers through his hair and hold him there. He touched her again with the ice, sliding it through her folds, and then actually inside her pussy.

  “Brendan!”

  “Uh-uh.” He bit down on her clit, sending a sharp spike of sensation that was more pain than pleasure straight into her core. “Bad girl. I didn’t ask you to speak, did I?”

  “No, Brendan.” She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her, and then a long moan escaped her lips as he pressed the melting ice against her g-spot, sending more sparks of pleasure through her.

  “Yeah, baby,” Brendan growled, continuing to massage her g-spot. “Oh God, you’re so beautiful. Open your mouth.” She did as he asked, then gasped as he slid a long piece of ice between her lips, nearly swallowing it whole. “Suck on it,” he commanded. “I want to watch you suck my cock the way you used to.”

  Oh my God. She could hardly believe how erotic those words sounded coming out of Brendan’s mouth. He’d never talked to her like this before during their love making; back then they hadn’t spoken much at all; it had all been tender touches and kisses and bodies sliding together. But this… this was a whole different level. It forced her to bare her soul to him, to open herself up and put herself in his hands, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her. Closing her eyes, she did as he commanded, sucking on the piece of ice, pushing it in and out of her lips like she would his cock, until her lips were numb and the ice was melted and dripping down her chin. She hardly noticed the cold though; not with the way he was working his magic between her legs, pushing her to the edge and pulling her back, over and over and over again.

  “Do you wanna come?” he asked. “Are you ready to come all over my hand?

  “Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, Brendan, please.” She pushed herself into his hand again, straining; she was so close…

  “Yeah, that’s it.” He pumped his fingers faster. “Come for me. I want your juices all over my hand,” he growled, and it was enough to finally send her over the edge, splintering into a thousand pieces as the orgasm crashed over her. Screaming his name, she rode his fingers, pumping out every last bit of delicious sensation she could until she collapsed back on the bed, spent and exhausted and utterly satisfied.

  “Mmm.” She heard him lick his fingers, and then he was pressing one of them into her mouth. “You came good. Taste it.” She sucked his finger, tasting herself, and she groaned. “Did you like that?”

  “Yeah,” she breathed, then added, “Brendan. I liked it.”

  “Good.” She felt his hands slide around to the back of her head, and then suddenly the blindfold was gone and she could see him again, looming up over her. His blue eyes were glowing, creating an even starker contrast than usual between his thick, dark lashes and his pale skin. “I want you to see me now,” he said, touching her cheek with his long fingers that were still slick from her wetness. “Want you to watch me while I’m fucking you. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Brendan.” She hooked her legs around his hips to pull him closer. “I want you to.”

  “Want me to what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  He slapped her ass, but this time the shock of pain sent a pleasurable tingle through her pussy. “What was that?”

  “Fuck me, Brendan,” she gasped. “Please.”

  “Mmm. That’s better.” He took his cock in his hand, then slid the tip along her naked slit, up and down, up and down until she was trembling with the force of her desire. Just when she thought she was going to scream, he finally slid himself inside her
, burying his cock to the hilt.

  Groaning with relief, Callie crossed her ankles at the back of his hips, pushing him even deeper inside her. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. God.” Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he began moving inside her, taking it slow. Sweat shone on his skin, drawing attention to the ridges of muscle in his arms, his chest, his abs. She wanted to lean up and trace the lines with her tongue, but her hands were still tied above her head, so she settled for just leaning back and admiring the view.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, his eyes shining as he looked down at her. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.” Ducking his head down, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sending little bolts of pleasure straight to her center. She arched her back as the pleasure built in her core again, urging him faster with her hips until he was slamming into her, the entire bed shaking with the force of their lovemaking. The neighbors on the other side of the wall could probably hear her, but she didn’t care, didn’t care about anything except this moment, as the she crested again, a second orgasm crashing down on her.

  “Yeah,” he rasped as her muscles clamped down around his cock involuntarily. “That’s it. Come for me.” He groaned then, and she felt him come inside her, the hot liquid squirting as his cock pulsed against her walls. She didn’t know how long it lasted, but eventually he let out a long sigh, then rolled over, pulling her against his side.

  “That was fucking great.”

  Callie nodded, trying to make herself comfortable against him, and then she realized her hands were still tied above her head. “Playtime’s over,” she reminded him.

  “Oh! Right.” Laughing, he untied her, pressing kisses against her slightly sore wrists. “I’m so sorry, honey. I forgot.”

  “It’s alright.” Smiling, Callie wrapped her hands around his waist, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against her even though they were both slick with sweat. “I enjoyed it.”

  “Did you?” He stroked her back, his hand sending ripples of warmth through her as it traveled lazily up and down her spine.

  “Mmm.” She closed her eyes, snuggling into him. A yawn escaped from her lips, and she thought that, given a few moments, she might actually drop off to sleep.

  “Enough to do it again?”

  Her eyes popped open. “What?”

  Frowning, Brendan turned to his side, staring at her with those beautiful pale blue eyes. “You weren’t thinking that we would sleep together this one time and then we would just go back to business as usual, were you?”

  “Umm…” Callie swallowed. The truth was, she hadn’t really been thinking much at all, not since he’d ravished her in the park. “I… I’m not saying it wouldn’t happen again, I just don’t want to make promises. I’m not committing to anything,” she said firmly.

  “Hmm.” He slid his hand down her naked hip and squeezed her thigh possessively. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t want to make anything official, but if we were, somehow, to fall back into bed again, you wouldn’t necessarily protest?”

  “That sounds about right.” Callie bit her lip.

  “Then that’s all I really need to know.” He tucked her back into his side again, holding her gently, and soon his breathing settled into a slow, steady rhythm that told her he was asleep.

  Smiling, Callie curled up into him and closed her eyes.

  Chapter Eight

  A week later, Callie was sitting in her office at four o’clock on a Friday, drumming her fingers against her desk as she stared down at her cell phone. She’d spent the last fifteen minutes debating whether or not she should call Brendan and ask him if he was doing anything tonight, and she was no closer to making a decision than she had been since she’d started the internal conversation in her head.

  She hadn’t heard from him, or at least not on a personal level, since the night he’d taken her to bed and made hot, kinky, passionate love to her, the way she’d secretly always dreamed of but been too afraid to ask for. He’d already left by the time she’d woken up that morning, leaving behind a signed copy of the contract and an origami rose.

  She’d taken the contract to her office to sign and fax that morning, and left the rose by her bedside table, which she’d stared at every night before she went to bed. It was the only reason she wasn’t completely furious with him; origami roses had been another tradition of his; whenever they’d been together, he would often leave her love notes, just for fun, that were wrapped up into an origami rose. She would delight in unfurling his creations carefully so she could read what was inside, and then would always try to fold the paper back into place. She’d only succeeded doing so a handful of times; crafts had never been her thing, though strangely Brendan took to them like water. He loved to use his hands to make things, which she supposed was why he was such a good guitarist.

  She wasn’t sure if she hadn’t opened the flower because she was afraid to damage it, or because she was afraid to know what he’d written inside it.

  So what, did you think he was going to write you some nasty note and dress it up with an origami flower? A voice inside her head snapped. After everything the two of you opened up to each other about that night? Get a grip, girl.

  Callie sighed. That was the problem. She couldn’t seem to get a grip. Not where Brendan was concerned.

  “Hellooooooo!” Lucinda’s voice rang out, distracting Callie from her dilemma. Looking up, her eyes widened as her assistant sailed into her office with a huge bouquet of flowers and a large box wrapped in blue gift paper and tied with what looked very much like a satin bow. “Special delivery for one Callie Richardson, A.K.A., extremely lucky woman!!!”

  “Oh my God.” Callie’s jaw dropped as she slowly rose from her seat. “Lucinda, what on earth…?”

  “Please,” Lucinda scoffed, setting the package onto the table and placing the bouquet next to it, which had already been arranged and set in an equally huge crystal vase, “Don’t even act like you’re surprised. There’s only one person this could possibly be from, and I can tell the way you’ve been looking at your phone all week that you’ve been dying to see him.”

  “Brendan,” Callie breathed, touching the petals on one of the peach colored roses. The bouquet was bursting with all kinds of flora, including foxgloves, cala lilies, birds of prey, pink and peach colored roses, and more, the arrangement clearly made to reflect the panorama of colors produced by a setting sun. Her fingers found a note buried beneath a spring of baby’s breath, and she pulled it out, reading the bold, slanted script that flowed across the creamy card stock.

  I had such a wonderful time watching the sunset with you in Central Park, he wrote, so I thought I’d send you something to remind you. Her lips curled into a small grin even as she blushed a little at the scandalous, but oh-so-sexy memory of what they’d done at the park. Dinner’s at 6:00pm tonight, and I’m sending someone to pick you up at 5:30 from your place. Don’t worry about finding something to wear – I’ve sent something along so you won’t have to spend too much time searching through your closet. I hope you like it.

  “Well?” Lucinda demanded. “What’s it say?”

  “Brendan’s invited me to dinner tonight,” she said. “He’s sending a car to pick me up at 6:00.”

  “I knew it!” Lucinda squealed, her smile practically glowing. She pointed at the box with greedy looking eyes. “You going to do a little show and tell over there, missy?”

  Callie eyed the box speculatively, then gave Lucinda a crooked grin. “I think I’d rather wait until I get home on this one.”

  “Oooh…” Lucinda’s eyes sparkled as she gave Callie a knowing grin. “I see how it is. Well, you’ll definitely have to tell me all the dirty details when you get back. No exceptions!”

  Callie picked up the box, then went to grab her coat hanging on a hook by the door. “I’ll text you later,” she said with a wink.

  “Promise!”

  * * *


  Callie managed to keep her curiosity under control until she’d gotten back to her apartment. Setting the package on her bed, she tore off the paper, revealing a long, rectangular white box that looked like the kind you got from department stores during the Christmas season. Except, of course, it wasn’t Christmas yet, and department stores didn’t normally do wrapping outside of the Christmas shopping season.

  Guess that’s what money buys, she thought, lifting the lid, and then gasped. Inside lay a gorgeous, satin red dress that looked so soft she was afraid to touch it. Taking a deep breath, she reverently lifted it out of the box, allowing the fabric to tumble down to the floor. It was knee length in the front, with a longer train in the back, and featured a halter top with a plunging neckline, as well as ruched fabric around the abdominal area. In other words, guys were going to be staring a whole lot at her boobs, and weren’t going to notice the little belly she’d developed during the last month and a half or so of extra sweets and pizza. Turning the dress, she noticed it was backless, which meant she would have to fish out the backless bra from somewhere – hopefully it still lived somewhere in the bottom of her underwear drawer.

  I hope I have a shawl for this, she thought to herself as she set the dress aside, then found there was no need to worry – a matching black satin wrap was also in the box, along with a pair of black stilettos. Man, he really thinks of everything, she thought, smiling a little as she examined the shoes. They were Louboutins, which meant that the soles matched the color of her dress perfectly. She set both items on the floor, then turned back to the box, intending to dispose of it.

  And gasped.

  Also nestled in the folds of tissue paper were two silver boxes – no doubt containing jewelry – and also what looked like some pretty fancy lingerie. Ignoring the boxes, she lifted the clear plastic box containing a pair of heart-shaped pasties first, realizing that there was no need to search for her backless bra after all – he really did have her covered, or at least as covered as he wanted her. She pulled out what looked like a lacy thong, and then blushed when she realized the crotch had been cut out. There were also a pair of white and red garters, and a pair of black fishnets that were clearly meant to go with them. The silver boxes did contain jewelry – tear dropped earrings and a matching pendant, both of which she highly suspected were made with real gold and rubies.