Page 66 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
With trembling hands, I pulled out my hairpins, letting them fall to the floor. My hair fell to my shoulders.
“Now lie across my lap. On your stomach.”
Moving to the foot of the bed, I crawled up the length of it and over his thighs. On my knees and elbows, I looked over my shoulder to see him removing his tie. I nearly climaxed at the sight of it.
Oh, God. He’s really going to do it.
“Put your hands up here.”
Holding my breath, I reached out and took hold of a bar on the headboard slightly above my head, one hand on top of the other.
And he tied me to the bed.
He fucking tied. Me. Up.
And as he wrapped and knotted and pulled the silk tight around my wrists, he spoke to me in a low, even tone. “This is what happens when you tease me, Mia. When you make me feel helpless to resist you. I have to make you feel helpless too.”
I do! I do! I wanted to scream. But I bit my tongue, frightened to do anything that would make him deny me. I had no fucking idea how much being treated this way would turn me on—I was feverish and panting and shaking. And Lucas—I’d never seen him this way. Far from the lighthearted, generous lover he’d been in Paris, this Lucas was demanding and unapologetic and slightly frightening.
Goddamn it was hot. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone or anything, ever.
Do it now, I begged him silently. Fuck me now.
But he wasn’t finished with me.
First, he ran his hands all over my body, avoiding every spot I wanted him to touch. I bit my lip and hung my head beneath my bound hands, desperately wanting him to make me come and unashamed to act like it.
But he stayed away from any body part he knew would set me off, although that list was shrinking rapidly. He slid one palm from my shoulder down my back; the other, from my ankle up my calf. He touched my tailbone, my belly, my neck, the back of my knees. My skin rippled with gooseflesh, puckering my nipples, and I tried to arch my back and drop lower so they’d rub against the pillow. But my hands were tied to the headboard in a way that prevented me from being able to move
them up or down.
A tiny, strangled sound escaped my throat, although I wanted to scream and curse and thrash.
“Frustrated, princess? I know just how you feel.” He put a hand on my ass and rubbed in slow circles. “But you were a bad girl today. And bad girls need to be punished a little.”
For a second I was nervous—what did he mean by punished? Was he actually going to—
The sound of Lucas’s hand smacking my bare ass was as much a shock as the sting, and I threw my head back. Immediately he held his palm over the tender spot, giving me a few seconds to adjust to the idea and feel of being spanked.
Fucking spanked.
Like a naughty little girl.
Was it wrong to love it?
He did it on the other cheek, again holding his hand over my burning skin while pleasure and pain zipped along my nerve endings like Fourth of July sparklers.
I wasn’t sure what turned me on more—the physical sensation of his hand smacking my skin or the idea of Lucas punishing me for being too beautiful, for tempting him too much. My mouth hung wide open, my breaths coming so fast and hard I thought he might scold me for being noisy again.
The third spank was harder, hard enough to make me cry out involuntarily, and I slammed my eyes shut, biting my lip. “Sorry,” I whimpered as he held his palm over my blistering hot skin.
“Shhhhh. I think you’ve been spanked enough.” He dropped a kiss on my tailbone before somehow maneuvering beneath me so that my knees rested on either side of his head. “And I’ve been wanting to lick your pussy all day. I’m done waiting.”
Looping his hands around my thighs, he pulled me down so I was straddling his face.
Straddling. His. Face.
Oh my God and I can’t even scream are you kidding me…
