24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
M arcus
My fingers clenched at my sides while I fought to keep my anger at bay over how Cassie’s father treated her. How dare any man blindfold and restrain a child as a punishment! Taking a deep breath, I maneuvered until I faced her feet.
I kissed her toes, and she wiggled her feet. Reaching over, I pulled out the leg restraints and secured one ankle. “Okay?” I turned my head, and she nodded. I secured her other ankle.
I glanced over my shoulder again, and I was pleased to see her eyes were still closed. Her nose was wrinkled as if she was thinking about what I was doing. When I tightened the leg restraints, a small tremor shook her, but she didn’t say a word.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I had the restraints as tight as I wanted them.
“Fine.” Her voice was breathless.
I moved so I could watch her face. I trailed my fingers from her ankle to her knee, watching her face. No fear, no apprehension, and her skin was flushed from excitement.
“You said you fantasized about being tied up?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll have to tell me some of your other fantasies so I can fulfill them for you.”
A tremor swept over her body. She reacted to my words. Good. My cock was hard again. Hell, who was I kidding? I’d been in a constant state of arousal since the company party months ago. I was a highly sexual male, but I’d never been this hard, this often around a woman.
Only Cassie.
Slipping off the bed, I took the towel off the nightstand and lifted the feather I wanted, then ran it over her lips.
Her mouth puckered against it before I trailed it over her neck, to her breasts, carefully caressing each one before I teased her nipples.
“What is that?” She squirmed against the sheets.
“You tell me.” Leaving her breasts, I trailed the feather over her stomach, past her sex to her thighs, then to her knees and feet, before reversing course.
Goosebumps skittered across her skin, and her hips were shifting as I made my way up her body.
I smelled the sweet, musky perfume of her arousal.
That’s what I wanted—I wanted her aroused.
“Is it a feather?”
“Yes.” Dropping a kiss on her abdomen, I put the feather back and picked up a pair of vibrating eggs. “Let’s see if you can tell what this is.” I took one of the eggs and rubbed it against her clit.
Her hips shifted. “A dildo?”
“No.” I pressed it into her wetness, then drew it out, only to slide it back in, watching her face. She was being so good. Her eyes were still closed and pride swelled in me.
“Too small for a dildo.” Her forehead wrinkled. “It’s something small and round. Maybe something for a woman who doesn’t want something too big? Yet she wants something to make her feel good.”
I was impressed. She was reasoning this out. “You are close. Do you remember what we give our clients when they first come to Fantasies, Inc.?”
“Oh my God, you have one of those toys the women rave about. Smaller than what you used in the shower yesterday, but I’ve heard it’s more powerful. I’ve never seen one.”
“Yes, it’s one of those special toys. I’m surprised you’ve never seen it.” Why did that surprise me?
“I haven’t looked at it. But the women call with compliments all the time.” Her breath grew choppy as I shifted the toy. “You’re a wicked man.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
We were going to have so much fun.