Page 60 of Stolen By the Billionaire
Blaze ran his fingertips from her ear to her chin and lifted her head to look into her eyes. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know?”
“It’s like you’re trying to tease me,” she gasped.
“If I’d wanted to tease you, I would have tied another rope between your legs with a knot down here.” His fingertips brushed the inside of her thighs where her legs were still tied open. “And every time you breathed, it would rub your clit.”
The thought, the image, the feeling of a rough knot grinding between her legs over her hard nub she could feel down there overtook her.
Lightheadedness lifted Sarah. Her gasp moved the knots over her nipples so fast they were a pinch, and a rush of heat and chill billowed through her.
When she opened her eyes, Blaze was closer, leaning down and staring into her eyes. “Did you just—”
Dizziness still spun her, and she didn’t answer him.
Blaze braced himself with his hands on her knees, his thumbs on the insides where he could have run his hands up her legs, pushing the hem of her tee shirt up her thighs until he touched her there, but he didn’t.
He bent more until his mouth was near her ear and growled, “If I’d wanted to tease you, I would have turned you around and tied you facing the chair with your legs spread wide and your ass in the air, and then I would have taken you hard, pulling you onto my cock with those ropes and sliding deep into you until you were screaming my name around the rope in your mouth.”
This time, the wave of lightheadedness flowed up Sarah harder, throbbing between her legs as the knots rasped over her nipples as she panted.
The surge abated, and she opened her eyes to find Blaze nearly nose-to-nose with her, peering at her intently.
Sarah swallowed, trying to get her bearings, but she was still tied down. “What did you—”
“I didn’t even touch you,” he whispered, still watching her.
She gulped air, trying to take a deep breath, but the corset was still too tight around her ribs and waist. “You shouldn’t say dirty things like that to me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“You should.”
“That isn’t the same as saying no.”
Sarah should say the word red.
She should.
She really should.
He asked, “Do you want me to untie you?”
She nodded.
Without breaking his gaze, Blaze reached over to the arm of the chair and slowly dragged the rope out of the slipknot so that it loosened and then released her wrist, and then he did the same to the other.
Sarah didn’t move her arms.
He bent from his sides, leaning to release her ankles.
The corset was still pulling at her breasts, which were more sensitive than ever. Every scrape over the tight peaks tormented her, more pain than pleasure, but still . . .
Blaze stepped back from her and held out his hand.
Her head buzzed on the inside. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, so she put her fingers in his.
