Page 3 of The Player

“I feel amazing,” she said dreamily.

God, the sound of Hope’s voice when she was aroused was like hearing the angels sing, but only if said angels had deeply sultry, sensual voices.

“I’m going to move you to the wall. If you were mine, I’d take you downstairs so every man in the place could see how beautiful you are bound in my ropes.” She started to stiffen. “You’re not mine, and I won’t take you downstairs, but I’d like to help you achieve subspace.”

She shook her head. “I can get close.”

“Trust me for just a while longer. You can stop me at any time.”

“All right,” she said, nodding her head.

Seth backed Hope up to a place on the wall that had a bar she could grasp. “I want you to use that to steady yourself. If you start to fall or your knees start to buckle, I will catch you.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to feast on the most intoxicating pussy I’ve ever smelled. Earlier tonight, someone called me a hungry dog. He was wrong. I’m a starving man, and you’re the feast I’ve been waiting for.”

When her only response was another smile, he knelt before her. Seth allowed his hands to skim down her thighs as he nuzzled her with his nose before spreading her legs a little wider, seeing her engorged clit and the slick, wet folds of her labia. He licked her in a single long pass up one side of her sex, across her clit, and then back down. He grinned as she grasped the bar to steady herself.

“Good lass,” he murmured as he nuzzled her clit, sucked it between his teeth, and gave her a little nip, making her cry out.

Hope was primed and ripe—her body ready for whatever pleasure he wanted to give her. Her arousal was intoxicating, and he had to focus on her to keep himself from going into a frenzy. He wasn’t going to fuck her blindfolded, at least not tonight. But he would make her come. He would send her to subspace. Afterward, he would cuddle her in a blanket, removing the blindfold and allowing her to ease back into reality.

It was a good plan.

Seth feasted on her sex, spearing her pussy with his tongue again and again, lapping up the honey she offered him. Forget ambrosia; this was the nectar of the gods. His tongue was coated in her juices as he worked her over, holding her firm and steady as he feasted on her essence.

Hope’s body shook and went stiff as she arched her back, shoving her pussy into his face. She moaned before sighing and relaxing.

“You were amazing, Hope.”

Seth would never be sure who realized he hadn’t used his accent first and had called her by name—Hope or him.

“Red! Red! Red! Get me out of these ropes,” she snarled.

“Hope, it’s all right.”

“It sure as hell isn’t. Whoever is monitoring this room, get me the fuck out of these bindings. I mean it, Seth. I know you have a knife. Cut me loose.”

Grabbing the knife he’d kept within arms reach, he did exactly that. He cut her loose so that she was free within seconds. She ripped the blindfold from around her head.

“You bastard,” she roared.

“Take it easy, Hope. You’re not hurt. For fuck’s sake, I just gave you an orgasm, and you were slipping into subspace.”

Seth would never be sure what she might have said next, but obviously, his touching her to try and calm her down was the wrong thing to do. They say you never hear the bullet that kills you. Seth now knew you never heard or saw the punch that would break your nose.

CHAPTER 2

HOPE

“Get him out of here,” Hope shouted.

“Hope, take it easy,” said Seth, lowering his voice and giving it the edge of command.

“Don’t you pull that Dom voice shit on me. Get out, or I swear I’ll fix it so you never father children.”

“Hope…”

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