Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I give up with a grateful sigh and slide my fingers into the
thick mess of his hair, arching up against the hot, demanding
pleasure of his mouth.
He’s right. I can clean him up later.
At the moment, he doesn’t seem to be in danger of
bleeding to death.
Propping himself up onto his elbows, he slides my shirt
over my head. Then he presses my arms to the mattress and
slides the shirt up farther, until it reaches my wrists. He does
some kind of Houdini magic trick to tie my wrists together
with the shirt.
Now I’m bound, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a
galloping heartbeat.
“My captive,” he whispers, his eyes hot. “Move your arms,
and I’ll punish you.”
Shivering with desire, I lick my lips. “I revoked my
permission for you to spank me, remember? I said you’d have
to let me do that to you first.”
He smiles. “There are so many other ways for me to
punish you, beautiful girl.”
My voice goes high. “Really? Like what?”
“Try me and find out.”
I swallow. Take several deep breaths. Attempt to not pass
out.
Chuckling, Kage lowers his head to my breasts again. He
lavishes them with attention until I’m squirming and panting
beneath him, wanting that clever tongue of his somewhere
else.
He works his way down my body, kissing my belly and
hips, squeezing my flesh, fondling me with his big, rough
hands. He nuzzles his face between my spread thighs, inhales
deeply against the crotch of my boy shorts, then exhales with a
soft groan.