A Few Good Fantasies by Michele Bardsley Page A

wonderful, but she didn’t want to appear as if she were caving in to his seduction.
    Well, not yet. 
    He gripped her nipple between his fingers, squeezing lightly. Pleasure weaved through her and she swallowed her moan. God, it had been so long since she’d felt this way.
    “Do you relent?” he murmured.
    “Never.”
    “Then I must torture you until you beg for mercy.”
    Something long and metal slid over her skin, clamping the base of the tight peak. A second clamp claimed her other nipple. Delectable tendrils of pain throbbed in her breasts.
    Lissa shivered.
    “This chain is attached to another, longer chain.” He tugged on the fetter.
    Sensual agony shot through her breasts, zapping the pit of her stomach before settling heavy and hot in her pussy. For a moment, her thoughts scattered and all she could process was her body’s enthrallment.
    His hands coasted down her stomach and brought her mind back into focus. Oh, hell. Was he going to rip her skirt, too?
    Instead of tearing apart another piece of clothing, he inched the material off her hips. After taking off the skirt, he rubbed her thighs, her calves, and even her feet. He jiggled the bell ankle bracelet and chuckled.
    Her underwear went next.
    Except for the ripped shirt that still hung from her shoulders, she was naked. Doubts crept through her passion. Was this the right thing to do? Was playing a game with a stranger really fulfilling a fantasy?
    She was almost positive Janey set up this situation. If that were the case, her sister would never put her in a situation that wasn’t safe. However, she and Janey were going to have a long talk about booking research trips at sex resorts.
    Her pirate stayed in the kneeling position. She knew this because she felt his lips ghost along her left hip. Her lungs stalled and her heart hammered.
    As his tongue slid between her moist pussy lips, he pulled on the chain.
    The shock of pain stole her breath. A moan warbled from her throat. 
    “You like it,” he accused. “Don’t you, my captive?”
    “I do not . You’re torturing an innocent woman.”
    “No woman is innocent. Especially not you.” He pierced her slick entrance with two fingers. “Here is the evidence of your lies.”
    He withdrew his fingers and used them to part her labia. The chain bounced against her stomach as he lifted the loose end. Then … oh then … he clamped her clitoris. The pressure was intense, but not unbearable. Her whole body tingled with pleasure-pain. 
    He started licking her tortured clit. He built and stoked a sensual fire that burned brighter and hotter with every flick of his tongue.
    Her pussy throbbed, her clit tightened with pleasure, and streamers of bliss threatened.
    Then the bastard abandoned her.
    She couldn’t stop the cry of frustration.
    “There’s a way to end your torment.” He circled around her. She felt the steel warmth of his body—his very nude body—pressed against her. His penis slid between her buttocks. Oh, God. “Just answer one question.”
    He lifted her hair and feathered kisses on her neck. Then his hands drifted down to her thighs, trailing up her ribs oh-so-slowly until his hands cupped her breasts. He squeezed. Sensations rolled down to her tormented pussy.
    “Do your worst, pirate. I am stronger than you believe.”
    His fingers tangled in the chain looped between her nipples. He tugged it.
    Pain erupted from her nipples. The sensations overwhelmed her as agony morphed into pleasure. The intensity was incredible. God in heaven! She’d never felt anything like this before.
    How much more could she take?
    “Who do you belong to?” he asked. He released her breasts and slid his palms down to her hips. He took the chain attached to her clitoris and fingered it.
    A moan escaped, then her throat knotted and she swallowed the answer he wanted to hear.
    “Tell me,” he whispered.
    She sucked in a breath. Sweat beaded her skin, her arms were started to ache, and her body felt as