“So easy. You’ve caved before the first orgasm. What a disappointment.”
He’d called her stubborn, but after two years of marriage, having celebrated their second anniversary only last month, he still had no clue how stubborn she could be. She softly called to him with a whispered, “Sir?”
When he bent his head to hear her, she pressed her lips to his ear.
“What I wanted to say was...” She paused for dramatic effect and to breathe him in. He always smelled so good. The lure of his earlobe so close to her lips was too much temptation and she couldn’t resist licking it slowly before blowing softly in his ear. He shuddered, his arm snaking around her waist as he held on. Turning the tables on his torment was fun. In her sexiest, most seductive voice, she gave him her answer. “I laugh at your pain and welcome your pleasure. I’m a hedonist, Chief Special Agent Fischer. Bring on the orgasms.”
His head jerked back, and the shocked look on his face was priceless. The next instant, she shuddered as a climax rocked through her. When her body stopped shaking, she glanced his way and winked. Like her in her spy role, it was as outrageous as it was bold. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
“I thought you might say that, my stubborn little spy, so I brought along another friend.” He raised his hand; royal-blue strands of leather draped down his wrist and forearm. It was the birthday flogger she’d given him—the seducer. “How about this?” he asked, eyes gleaming with delight. “Is thisbetter?”
Lanie’s confidence faded. Although she’d selected it to be mild, in Ethan’s hands,the seducerwas pure torment. After a few experimental attempts, he’d become proficient using it masterfully on her ass and breasts, and incredibly, her pussy. He could hold her on the edge of ecstasy, flicking one sensitive spot then another, for what seemed like forever.
She thought the Hitachi was him doing his worst. Combining it with the seducer, she couldn’t imagine how hard she would come, but knew she was about to find out.
* * *
ETHAN WATCHED HER,his gaze feeding hungrily on every detail of her exquisite body. He noted all the familiar signs of her arousal. A lovely pink blush spread over her cheeks, becoming a deeper rose as it crept slowly from her neck down to her chest. Her breasts were swelled, and her chest rose and fell faster than usual. The pulse in her throat raced visibly and he could see the post-orgasm quivers that passed through her. She was so damn beautiful.
That she surrendered to him, eager to explore all of his fantasies, still astounded him. He wondered if she knew how much he enjoyed her attempts to rein in her passion. That was one reason he delayed her satisfaction until she could bear it no more. The other was that good things—no, check that—fucking amazing things come to those who wait.
A few glossy brown curls lay coiled over her breasts. Wanting no barriers to them, not even the silky soft hair he so loved, he stepped behind her and pulled it behind her shoulders until it streamed down her back. The fragrance of her shampoo—cherry blossom and vanilla—wafted up to his nose. Too tempting to resist, he bent and breathed deep, his lips grazing her shoulder and the gentle curve of her neck.
“Ready to confess, naughty spy?” His question was asked through teeth that had latched onto her earlobe.
“No, but I’m a go for orgasm number two.”
“Good. Tonight, I want you to gorge yourself on your hedonistic pleasures.”
With his front to her back, he leaned forward, pressing her more firmly against the wand. In a few brief minutes, her body shook, and her cries filled the air as she came.
“Shall we go for number three right away?” he murmured as she rode out the waves of her release. “Or do you have something to tell me?”
She shook her head, unable to speak. He grinned, knowing why as the vibrator continued its tireless stimulation.
“I thought it might take several before you were ready to talk. How many did you have the first time we played with the wand? Five or six?”
“Six, you sadist,” she cried, as the convulsions of another climax gripped her.
After the first, they seemed to come faster and easier for some reason. His hands slid around her, one cupping a breast, the other gliding down her spasming belly until he found her sex. With his fingers, he parted her lips, ensuring the wand made direct contact with her clit.
“We’re up to three—back to back to back—very impressive. Let’s crank it up to six thousand RPMs and go for big O number four.”
“No!” she gasped.
“Hmm. That’s neither the magic word nor a confession. Would you like to give me one of the two now?”
“Never!” she said stubbornly.
Chuckling, he moved out from behind her. Her deep breath of air told him she gained a little distance from her orgasm inducer. That was okay. He had something else in store for her.
Standing where she could see him, Ethan deliberately drew the soft half-inch-wide blue strands through his fingers, expecting her tactile memory to recall all the wickedly delicious things he could make it do. If not, he was about to provide a refresher.
Whisper soft, he brushed the tails over her thighs and up her belly. When he reached her chest, he raised the swaying chain with the handle, enough to lift her clamped nipples and breasts.
Her hiss became an uncontrollable moan that ended with his name. “Ethan.”
His eyes met hers. In their depths, he saw raw desire. “Yes, Lanie?”