Page 28 of Wicked Design
Loveliest sight in the universe, except for his cock. She stroked it. “I’ll indulge later. Your bulk is awesome, but I need far more to satisfy my appetite.” The one only he could generate.
“We’re not talking about food anymore, are we?”
She shook her head, hesitated, then had to press forward. The way she always wanted them to behave with each other, being direct rather than dancing around subjects, exploring new things together, indulging in every freaking thing life offered. “Have you ever tried kink?”
“Huh?”
Third time today she’d shocked him. Too late to turn back. “You know, bondage, discipline, you tying me up and punishing me so I’ll be a good slave? With my full consent, of course, and nothing hardcore. No real pain. I freak out at paper cuts. Just roleplaying and spanking for arousal. BDSM-lite, if you will. It could be wicked fun.”
His eyebrows kept rising.
Her stomach fell. “Have I disgusted you?”
“What? No. I never thought… You don’t look like… You’re so…”
“Hey, I may seem like a ninety-pound weakling but I have my fantasies like everyone else. I read erotic romances. I’ve watched triple X-rated films. Don’t you ever picture doing things you never have?”
Red patches stained his cheeks. “Well, yeah.”
“When?”
His face turned scarlet.
From what Lauren and Jasmina had said, Clover knew he hadn’t been tight with anyone in the recent past. Buoyed, she went for the gold. “Is it safe for me to say you’ve fantasied those things lately? With me? Us doing the ultimate nasty?”
He pulled a container over and lifted a mottled brown block that could have been a pastry. “What’s this?”
“Beats me. Would you prefer to eat rather than talk? Am I too blunt? Want me to shut up?”
“Of course I fantasized about you. Who else?” He tossed the block back. Flakes broke off, showering the Styrofoam. “I imagined you were at the parlor on my convertible chair.”
“What’s that?”
“The thing in my station that looks like a massage table. It’s actually a chair that folds out so I can ink clients.”
She scooted closer. “In your fantasy did you tie me to it?”
He groaned. “What else?”
“Can we try it? I’ll bring the rope or handcuffs.”
“You have some? You’ve done this before?”
“No.” Her cheeks burned. “But I do want to try it with you. I want to do everything we can and then some. Do you mind?”
He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the universe. “God no.”
“Great.” She kissed his knuckles. “I’ll handle the restraints. I’m sure I can buy them somewhere, unless you want to.”
His stomach growled. He shoveled beef, beans, and rice into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. “Not tonight.”
“Well, no. It’s too late. I doubt there’d be a law enforcement supply store open at this hour.”
“I meant it’s too late to go to the parlor.” He swallowed then worked his tongue around his mouth. “I’m too beat to walk back there even for a partial fantasy.”
She rubbed his thigh. “Want to rest a bit? I’ll join you.”
“A pity sleep? No thanks.” He slumped. “Women are so lucky. You never get tired.”
