too much?”
She hadn’t felt so cornered since the OR nurses had stormed her office about an instrument-throwing surgeon. “No. I can do that.”
“Excellent. Considering your current position, obviously you find bondage and public display acceptable.” He set his hand on her nape, his thumb curving around the side of her neck. His keen eyes focused on her face. “BDSM includes other pleasures. Like flogging.”
As he’d done to that woman?
The laugh lines beside his mouth deepened. “Your pulse sped up. Excellent.”
“Whipping.”
She flinched. Earlier, she’d seen a dom use a long whip to create horrible red stripes on his victim. “No.”
“Plain, bare-assed, bare-handed spankings.”
She swallowed at the thought of being over a man’s—Master Simon’s—knees. Her fantasy list definitely needed revision. “Um, maybe.”
“So everything except the whip.” He nodded. “Then there’s hot wax.” He paused. “Piercing.”
Needles? For fun? Hell no . She tried to pull away, and his hand gripped the back of her neck firmly. “Gently, lass. I’d say the wax is a maybe, but any piercing is a hard no. Is that right?”
Did he read everyone this easily or just her? She nodded.
His eyes crinkled, and then he brushed her mouth with his. His lips lingered, firm and velvety, and without any thought on her part, she tilted her head back for more.
“You are a sweet one,” he murmured and took her face between his hands, holding her as his mouth urged hers open. He kissed her slowly. Deeply. Thoroughly.
With her wrists restrained, she was at his mercy, and the knowledge sent anticipation humming through her system.
He lifted his head to look at her for a long moment, then smiled and kissed her again until every drop of blood pooled in her lower half. Her body throbbed for more.
He moved a fraction of an inch back and caressed her cheek. “Where did I leave off? Ah, there are a variety of toys for fun like…a dildo. A vibrator. An anal plug.”
Just the thought of someone using those on her made her squirm. “Maybe.”
One side of his mouth curved up in a slight smile. “That was more than a maybe, lass. Have you ever used an anal plug?”
Her backside tensed, but with her hands chained over her head, she couldn’t cover…anything. “No.”
“I look forward to seeing your reaction. Did you happen to see the cupping earlier?”
Oh, she’d definitely seen that one. “Yes.” Her voice came out husky.
He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. And where else do you think a master might apply those cups?”
The dom had put them on his sub’s back, but she’d imagined them on her nipples or even…on her clit. A wave of heat rolled into her face, as inevitable as the sun in summer.
He chuckled. “I’ll enjoy that almost as much as you will.”
“I didn’t say yes.” She hadn’t, dammit.
“You didn’t have to.” He grasped the ribbon at the top of her chemise and pulled it open. Her nipples puckered.
“How about electrical play?”
All too aware of the warmth of his hand just above her breasts, she tried to concentrate on what he’d asked. “Electrical play?” She shook her head, then remembered the TENS unit a chiropractor had used on her sore back. Could those electrodes be placed elsewhere? Her vagina clenched, making her aware of how wet she’d become.
“Oh yes.” The glint in his eyes made her stomach twist uneasily.
She swallowed. “Why so many questions for just one time?”
“There’s always another time, pet. One more question.” He studied her face as he ran his knuckles down the cleavage her chemise now exposed, and the closer his hand came to her breasts, the more her nipples tightened. “How about sex?”
Sex? Her breath caught. Sex with him? Every cell in her body jumped to life, waving pom-poms, and cheering. Her gaze dropped to his waist, to… She looked back up hastily. What was she thinking? “Uh no. I don’t think so.”
“Then, for