Bonds of Trust by Lynda Aicher Page A

swipe through her pussy. “Or would you prefer this?” The hot, wet tip of his tongue repeated the same path as his finger and her hips shot off the bed.
    “That,” she croaked. “God, definitely that.” She moaned and shivered in response to the sudden warmth. It had been so long since she’d felt any kind of heat and wetness down there, she almost came from his one simple touch.
    And then he was gone.
    The bed shifted and he moved off the mattress. She ached for him to return. Her mind faltered at his sudden absence.
    “What...where’d you go?” She strained to hear his movements, turning her head in an attempt to catch a sound. Any sound. Her grip on the headboard loosened and all the doubt and mistrust started to descend on her.
    The light trace of something soft tickled down her chest and around her bellybutton. She jerked away, clenching the bar. He was still there.
    “Trust me, Cali.” His voice was deep and tender, so intimate in the darkness that surrounded her.
    The object returned. The scent of leather invaded her nose, teasing her with the image of a flogger as the individual strands flirted over her nipples then up the length of her leg, only to disappear. No . A light touch against the sole of her foot, the inside of her knee, down her side. God . The tantalizing, teasing strokes where everywhere, but nowhere she really needed them.
    Then the strips landed in a hard, sharp slap across her stomach. She jumped at the unexpected action, surprised at the sting of pain and even more shocked as the heat radiated downward to warm her pussy. Her hands loosened on the rail, but his grip was immediately there, clamping over hers.
    “Don’t let go.” The hard edge in his voice made her hands clench on the bar before he backed away.
    Her entire body was tense with expectation. What would he do next? Her breath was labored, her lip clasped between her teeth as her muscles tightened once again in wait. There was a small clicking noise, followed by the hushed rustle of material and the thread of a zipper. Was he undressing?
    “Jake?” she tentatively spoke into the silence.
    The whisper of softness against the heated flesh of her pussy had her panting and clinging to the edge of an orgasm. She was so ready to tumble over, every nerve ending just waiting for one more touch.
    “Not yet, Cali,” Jake ordered, his warm breath caressing her ear. How’d he get there? “Not ’til I say so.”
    Really? A groan escaped from deep in her throat. A sound of protest and desire mixed with desperation. Then he kissed her, hot, searing lips against hers. The surprise of the attack as potent at the kiss itself. His tongue warmed her mouth and rolled with hers in a passionate demand.
    She strained for him, her hands slipping off the bar. Immediately his lips were gone, his hand gripped tightly around hers. “I told you not to let go.” He guided her fingers back around the bar. “Hold on or I’ll bind you. Can I trust you?”
    Trust. There it was again. “I’ll hold on,” she said and added a small, “Sorry, sir.” And she was. She didn’t want to lose his trust. It was suddenly as important to her as the acts they were doing together.
    His touch was gone again, leaving her empty and aching once more. Her lips tingled from his kiss while every other part of her body throbbed for his touch. The mattress pitched as his weight returned. She was so tuned in to him that she swore she felt his heat, knew he was there, crouched between her legs.
    She heard the slow, deep pants of his breath that he seemed to be struggling to control and hide. She bit her tongue to keep quiet. To wait for him as he told her to do. The anticipation increased her desire.
    Several long seconds later, she was rewarded. He closed his mouth over her aching pussy in another sudden attack that constricted every muscle in her body. She cried out. She heard the sound echo in the room without realizing she’d let it go. The response was automatic,