like to lead with no in all negotiations. I watched how you use denial to control the people around you. Start with no, then make concessions.”
His words stirred her uneasily, her mother’s drunken advice drifting through her mind. Always tell them no, Molly. Then they’ll do anything for you when you finally say yes.
Kirliss rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m changing the rules. You can say anything you please now. Let all those voices saying no speak out so you can release them. Scream it out if you need to. I won’t stop. I’m going to strip you. I’m going to punish you and I’m going to ravish every inch of your gorgeous body. But the moment I hear sapphire, I’ll stop. It can be for a breath, for the evening or forever. Tell me you understand that.”
He held her face and Taylor’s heart swelled at the tender concern in his eyes. Inch by inch she seemed to be melting, indeed. Something about him she couldn’t resist. Illogically, she trusted him. She wanted him, wanted this.
“I understand,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back and kissed her.
His hands returned to the knotted silk at the nape of her neck, but his gaze riveted hers. Slowly he drew the silk away, his eyes dropping as he bared her breasts. Her nipples stood out, pink and tight, the globes of her breasts pulled high by her stretched position.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed.
Taylor trembled under the hot look in his face. Kirliss reached for the wrap tie at her waist, clever fingers releasing it in no time. His tawny gaze flicked to hers and, with a startling snap, he whipped the dress from her body.
She hung there naked but for the tiny lace panties, thigh highs, heels and rope. Funny how the rope felt like something she wore.
“Sometimes I might dress you only in rope,” he murmured, echoing her thoughts in an uncanny way. “You wear it so well.”
Kirliss walked behind her and kissed that same spot at the small of her back. Taylor caught a sharp breath. He hooked his thumbs into the strings of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and following their path with hot nips, licks and kisses. He left them draped around the rope binding her feet.
“There’s something to be said for panties around the ankles, don’t you think?” Kirliss came around to fetch his whiskey glass. He sat in the leather chair by the fire, sipping it and studying her. Taylor forced herself to be still under the relentless scrutiny. “I love that you wax, too. It makes you so much more naked. I’m almost sorry I can’t order you to do it for me, but you’re so careful about every aspect of yourself, I knew you likely would. I watched you in those meetings, with your hair and makeup so perfectly done, in your tailored suits, and thought about what was underneath.”
Taylor squirmed. All those times, he’d been speculating about her Brazilian. Free of the light clutch of the panties, her juices slicked her inner thighs. She pressed her legs together, trying for comfort, hoping to relieve the aching pressure there.
Kirliss set the glass down and slipped off his leather shoes and black socks, tossing them aside. He stood and unbuttoned the cuffs of the black silk shirt, then the buttons down the front. Riveted, Taylor watched him shrug out of the shirt. His lean muscles rippled under his tanned skin. She wanted to dig her nails and teeth into him, devour him with all the ferocious hunger he’d stoked in her. Shirtless, wearing only the black jeans and his jeweled belt, he smiled at her and stroked the leather strap suggestively.
Taylor’s eyes flew to his and she realized she was yanking on the ropes like a mad thing.
“I’ve stripped you, Taylor. Recall what comes next.” Kirliss came to her with languid steps. He reached up to encircle her wrists with sensuous fingers, never releasing her gaze. His hands ran over her stretched arms, touching every bit of skin, down over her shoulders, thumbs stroking the open hollow of her
His words stirred her uneasily, her mother’s drunken advice drifting through her mind. Always tell them no, Molly. Then they’ll do anything for you when you finally say yes.
Kirliss rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m changing the rules. You can say anything you please now. Let all those voices saying no speak out so you can release them. Scream it out if you need to. I won’t stop. I’m going to strip you. I’m going to punish you and I’m going to ravish every inch of your gorgeous body. But the moment I hear sapphire, I’ll stop. It can be for a breath, for the evening or forever. Tell me you understand that.”
He held her face and Taylor’s heart swelled at the tender concern in his eyes. Inch by inch she seemed to be melting, indeed. Something about him she couldn’t resist. Illogically, she trusted him. She wanted him, wanted this.
“I understand,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back and kissed her.
His hands returned to the knotted silk at the nape of her neck, but his gaze riveted hers. Slowly he drew the silk away, his eyes dropping as he bared her breasts. Her nipples stood out, pink and tight, the globes of her breasts pulled high by her stretched position.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed.
Taylor trembled under the hot look in his face. Kirliss reached for the wrap tie at her waist, clever fingers releasing it in no time. His tawny gaze flicked to hers and, with a startling snap, he whipped the dress from her body.
She hung there naked but for the tiny lace panties, thigh highs, heels and rope. Funny how the rope felt like something she wore.
“Sometimes I might dress you only in rope,” he murmured, echoing her thoughts in an uncanny way. “You wear it so well.”
Kirliss walked behind her and kissed that same spot at the small of her back. Taylor caught a sharp breath. He hooked his thumbs into the strings of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and following their path with hot nips, licks and kisses. He left them draped around the rope binding her feet.
“There’s something to be said for panties around the ankles, don’t you think?” Kirliss came around to fetch his whiskey glass. He sat in the leather chair by the fire, sipping it and studying her. Taylor forced herself to be still under the relentless scrutiny. “I love that you wax, too. It makes you so much more naked. I’m almost sorry I can’t order you to do it for me, but you’re so careful about every aspect of yourself, I knew you likely would. I watched you in those meetings, with your hair and makeup so perfectly done, in your tailored suits, and thought about what was underneath.”
Taylor squirmed. All those times, he’d been speculating about her Brazilian. Free of the light clutch of the panties, her juices slicked her inner thighs. She pressed her legs together, trying for comfort, hoping to relieve the aching pressure there.
Kirliss set the glass down and slipped off his leather shoes and black socks, tossing them aside. He stood and unbuttoned the cuffs of the black silk shirt, then the buttons down the front. Riveted, Taylor watched him shrug out of the shirt. His lean muscles rippled under his tanned skin. She wanted to dig her nails and teeth into him, devour him with all the ferocious hunger he’d stoked in her. Shirtless, wearing only the black jeans and his jeweled belt, he smiled at her and stroked the leather strap suggestively.
Taylor’s eyes flew to his and she realized she was yanking on the ropes like a mad thing.
“I’ve stripped you, Taylor. Recall what comes next.” Kirliss came to her with languid steps. He reached up to encircle her wrists with sensuous fingers, never releasing her gaze. His hands ran over her stretched arms, touching every bit of skin, down over her shoulders, thumbs stroking the open hollow of her
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