Page 95 of Not Safe For Work

Oh yes. Oh. Yes. I hadn’t brought him here just to fuck him. There’d be time for that later.

I licked my lips. “Put the backpack over there.” I nodded toward a table at the edge of the room. Beside it was a wooden St. Andrew’s Cross, and Rick’s gaze immediately went to that.

Yes, Rick. Take a good look. You’re going to get to know that thing very well this evening.

“Ever been on one of those?” I asked.

He nodded. “It’s been a while, but…yeah. Not one that was made out of wood, though.”

“The metal ones are cool, but I think the wooden ones have more character.”

He arched his eyebrow. “A torture device with character?”

“Well yeah. Sets the mood.” I winked. “And don’t worry. The wood’s been sanded and treated so many times over, I don’t think it’s even possible to get a splinter.”

“That’s a plus, I guess.”

“It is. But splinters or not, it will be cold, which means I want you naked against it.”

Rick shuddered hard.

“Clothes off.” I jerked my chin toward the table. “You can leave them there.”

Immediately, he started unbuttoning that nice dress shirt.

“Wear something that looks good, but you don’t mind getting ripped.”

“Ripped?”

“Yes. Ripped.”

I put up a hand. “Wait.”

He froze, fingers still on a button that was halfway through the buttonhole.

I gently nudged his hands out of the way. “On second thought…” I grabbed the front of his partially unbuttoned shirt and dragged him to me.

“In case I haven’t mentioned it lately,” I murmured against his lips, “you are a walking, talking turn-on.”

He may have tried to say something, but his mouth was now occupied, so all that came out was a muffled moan.

Still kissing him, still demanding his attention and his breath, I snapped the first button off his shirt.

He gasped, nearly breaking the kiss, but recovered. When I pulled it farther apart, ripping another button off, he did break away, letting his head fall back as a shiver jerked his body so hard I thought he was going to drop.

I snapped the third button, and then pushed his shirt over his shoulders. With the shirt half off and pulled down to his elbows, his arms were effectively pinned. I kissed the side of his neck, working my way down to the top of his shoulder, and wrapped my arms around him.

“I want you completely naked,” I breathed against his neck as I ran my hands all over his chest and abs. “Fuck, I always want you completely naked.”

He released a ragged breath and pressed his erection against me.

I teased his hard nipple with my thumbnail. “You’re going to get undressed. And then I’m going to tie you to that cross, and then I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want.”

Rick shuddered hard. “Yes, please.”

“Clothes off.” I let him go. “Stand up against it. Facing me.”

He immediately started on his belt, and while he did that, I unzipped the backpack I’d brought. In it were four small coils of rope, which I laid out on the table beside the cross.