Page 117 of Passionate Defense

“Tonight, I’ll test your limits, little traitor. I’m curious to see how much you can take before you break.”

Ethan’s fingers dropped to her pussy and without preliminaries, two fingers drove up inside. His smug look told her what she already knew; she was soaking wet.

“Mm... I remember this, too. Always so wet and eager.” Rotating his hand, he drove into her faster, the heel of his palm smacking against her clit with every plunge. Wet noises filled the room, as did the sound of her cries, no longer able to remain silent.

“Talk to me. It’s inevitable. When you do, I’ll let you come.”

A shake of her head and an impossible-to-suppress groan was her answer.

“So be it,” he murmured, as his fingers withdrew. She closed her eyes with her disappointment.

“Don’t hide like a coward. Look at me.”

When her heavy lids swept up, he was holding up his glistening fingers. In the low light, she could see her abundant juices had drenched his skin. As she watched, a pearly drop of her cream rolled down his long middle finger. Her mouth went dry when he brought it to his mouth and lapped at it slowly, as if licking a drip of ice cream from a cone. He seemed to enjoy it as much, too.

“Mm, mm. I always loved your sweet, sweet honey.” His eyes dropped to her mouth. His cheek dimpled as his sinfully sexy smile appeared, one she recognized all too well. It usually meant he had something wicked planned. This time, his hand rose to her lips, and he painted them with her wetness.

“Taste yourself,” he whispered.

Mindless with need, she opened for him. When his fingers slipped inside, without being told, she sucked them, enjoying the taste of herself on his skin.

Abruptly, he stood, his body forcing hers back as much as the restraints would allow. He speared his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. He did this often, asserting his dominance and control, and she found it irresistible. So much so that she forgot their game and cried out his name, unable to stop herself.

Ethan tugged her head back until she gazed up at him then he sealed his lips over hers and ravaged her mouth. There was no other way to describe his hungry possession that stole the breath from her lungs and robbed her mind of what little sense she had left.

Had she been an actual spy it would have been over. She would have caved beneath the onslaught of his potent charm and the command he had of her body and have willingly spilled her guts.

His cock pressed insistent and hard against her belly by the time he raised his head. “You, little spy, are dangerous. This calls for unusual measures.”

“More sexual torture?” she asked helplessly.

“Did you expect anything less?”

He ducked under her arm once more and distanced himself. Deprived of his electrifying touch and his lips on hers, and the anticipation he built with their bodies pressed together, she was also denied the release that was just out of reach. Trembling and breathless, she was sorely tempted to call him out on his selfishness with several choice words. But the reprieve gave her body time to cool, which was no doubt his intention.

Lanie concentrated on slowing her breathing and regaining her composure. Bonus, the nipple chain that grew heavier by the moment would stop its wild careening. Although being left high and dry was maddening, and she wanted to smack him for a change, she had to admit she was enjoying the game. Hours, he had said. If he was serious, she needed to pace herself somehow.

His voice in her ear made her jump. “You’re on edge, little spy. Am I getting to you?”

“Never,” she whispered. “You won’t break me.”

“If I continue on this path, you may be right. Since you enjoy erotic pain, adjustments will have to be made. We’ll see how you stand up against unrelenting pleasure.”

She laughed. That was nothing new. It was Ethan’s sexual MO. Up for a round of multiple orgasms, she replied, “Do your worst, Special Agent.”

“That’s Chief Special Agent, and it won’t be me alone who will torture you with pleasure. I’m enlisting help from this.” He held up a long white massager with a large round head. “Say hello to my friend, Mr. Hitachi.”

Lanie swayed within her bonds. He’d used the supercharged vibrator on her once before, and she had so many back-to-back orgasms she’d lost count. With that in his arsenal, she might as well cry uncle now.

Swallowing a protest, because she wasn’t sure if it would come out asno,red, oryes, please, she watched as he clamped the wand to the footboard. He aligned the bulbous head with her pussy and stepped back, letting it buzz away on her clit, hands-free.

“Five thousand RPMs and that’s on low. Just think, we’ll have something to look forward to in hour two or three when we crank it up to maximum speed.”

Ethan stepped back and left Lanie to the sensations of the Hitachi alone. Her head fell back as the powerful vibrations penetrated her clit, the tremors expanding outward from the epicenter in waves of sensation, like ripples in a pond. She tried to move to ease the intensity, but Ethan, who had gone far, placed his hand on her lower back, keeping her in place, and the vibe concentrated on one agonizing spot.

“Ready to talk, now?”

Lanie lifted her head and nodded. “I have one thing to say.”

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