The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michelle Graham Page B

your arms and legs,” he ordered. His tone left no doubt that he expected her to obey. She spread out, aware of how exposed she was. Garrett climbed up beside her. “Lift your head,” he said. When she complied, he slipped a sleep mask over her eyes.
    Now she couldn’t see anything. She felt him shift off the bed. A moment later, he took hold of her left hand and she felt something soft around her wrist and then, he released her. She tugged experimentally and found that she had a little slack to move but wouldn’t be able to remove her hand from the restraint. He repeated the procedure with her other arm and then both legs. The whole time he said nothing.
    After a moment of wondering what would happen, she felt something incredibly soft and light brush her legs. It felt like a feather, it was so light. She gasped when it brushed her inner thighs, moving close to her pussy but not quite reaching it. The feather slipped up over her hip and across her stomach to her breasts. It circled each one and she wanted desperately to feel that sensation on her nipples. She shifted her torso to try and get her nipple under the feather when she felt a sting on the side of her tit.
    “Ow!” she cried. It really hadn’t hurt that much, but she was surprised by it. The light tickling strokes resumed, and she moaned softly, aching to have her nipples or pussy touched. Finally she was rewarded when she felt the feather lightly trace her pussy lips. Her moans grew louder until she couldn’t stand it.
    “Please! Please touch my clit!”
    She felt him on the bed between her legs. He separated her labia, and she felt the feather gently touch her clitoris, the soft sensation still incredibly intense, and she cried out. The feather began to rapidly tickle her clit, and it wasn’t long before she came. She screamed her pleasure as her body jerked against the restraints.
    The feather moved, and she felt Garrett’s weight on top of her. She gasped when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard until it stood stiff. Then she felt a pinch that didn’t release. It hurt initially but not too badly. He repeated the process on the other breast, and now both nipples were being pinched, and the sensation was just on the border between pleasure and pain. But she forgot about it as his mouth moved between her legs. His tongue went to her stiff clit, slowly stroking it. The pinching on her nipples intensified the sensation on her clit, and when he pulled on the clips, the nerves seemed to connect directly to her clit and she cried out. Again and again he jerked the chain, sending wave after wave of pleasure to the spot where he now sucked her into his mouth. Finally she came again, and tears leaked out the corners of her eyes, the intense feelings leaving her strangely emotional.
    He lifted his head, and she felt him release the restraints at her ankles. He crawled back up her again. He removed the clips and as the blood rushed back into the tissue, she felt pain more intense than when the clips had been on. He kissed each nipple, soothing them with his lips and tongue. He moved up her neck to her ear and down her jaw and she felt the mask being slipped off. She blinked a few times, and though the light was dim, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Garrett’s face hovered above hers, and she looked into his eyes. She was surprised at the tender look she saw there. He bent his head down and pressed his lips gently against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. She felt him reach up and release her hands from the restraints. She wrapped her arms around him as their kiss deepened.
    Garrett lifted his head and looked down at her. “Thank you,” he said. “That took a lot of courage and I appreciate your trust.”
    “It was so much better than I thought possible,” she whispered. “Thank you for teaching me.”
    They kissed again and he moved his lips to her ear. “Let me make love to you.”
    “Condoms?”
    “Yes,” he replied. He rolled off