"Open your eyes, Bliss. Watch me,” he commanded.
She bit her lip and looked down into Cade's face. He moved purposefully onto the bed and parted her legs with one smooth stroke of his hand.
She lay open to him. Wet. Willing. But he didn't settle his mouth onto her aching pussy.
Cade moved his head to the left and sucked gently on her inner thigh while she willed herself not to move or, God forbid, to plead with him to do to her pussy what he had already done to her legs. His tongue. She moaned softly. She wanted his tongue.
Cade brought his head up at the sound, and he smiled wickedly.
"Ah. So she does enjoy it."
Bliss bit her lip, but her eyes flashed.
He chuckled again in satisfaction and placed his mouth against her other inner thigh. His tongue traced patterns against her willing skin, and she fought not to arch up against him. The only thing he touched her with was his mouth, and she clenched her fists in her bindings.
Cade lifted his head and looked up at her. “Where do you want my mouth, Bliss?” He dipped it low and moved an inch further up her leg. “Here?"
His hair brushed against the inside of her leg, and she groaned.
"Or here?” His lips moved an inch higher, and he licked the skin for a second.
"Or here?” And he moved forward and licked her slowly from the bottom to the top of her aching pussy.
Cade moved his mouth away, and she whimpered. A sound that seemed to come from deep within her.
"Damn you,” she muttered.
"I'm awaiting your command, Bliss.” Cade let his hand trail slowly over her leg and stopped an inch away from where she wanted him.
"Between my legs.” Her cheeks flamed at the words, even though the wickedness delighted her.
But Cade wasn't having any of it. “I am between your legs,” he said.
Bliss smelled her own arousal in the room, and she bucked against the bonds holding her. “Lick my pussy. Pleasure me with your tongue."
There wasn't even a second between her words and his hot mouth closing over her wet pussy.
Cade's tongue moved expertly against her slick folds, and Bliss spread her legs farther, reveling in every sensation he caused. His arms hooked around her thighs as he buried his mouth against her.
He thrust his tongue into her, and she shuddered in pleasure. Cade was relentless. Her clit swelled against his tongue as he found a rhythm that left her gasping for breath.
"Oh.” Bliss’ fists clenched as her body shook against the onslaught. Her orgasm burst through her, and she shuddered as her hips arched up against Cade, drawing the pleasure out until she was a whimpering woman who could barely remember her own name.
Cade moved back, and Bliss peered blearily up at him. He grinned wickedly and chuckled. “That's one."
"One?” she croaked.
He held up three fingers and put one down slowly. “One."
"Oh, shit.” Bliss struggled against her bonds. She felt as if she had been turned inside out. Little aftershocks of pleasure still moved through her. “One's good. Great,” she admitted. “You can go now."
Cade moved his long, lean body up right next to her. His warm hand moved and covered her left breast. His cock lay against her thigh, and she fought back the urge to rub herself against him like a kitten. His hand kneaded her breast while he kissed her neck.
"Why do you deny yourself pleasure?"
Why, indeed? Bliss turned her head to look at him. No way in hell would she share the fact that she had orgasms. There just usually wasn't anybody in the room with her when she did. That was a little too much information to impart to a stranger. Albeit one who had used his tongue to make her come all over herself.
"Pleasure and I are well acquainted. Thank you very much.” Bliss stiffened her neck and tried not to pay any attention to Cade's wandering hands or mouth.
"Are you a picky witch?"
The question surprised her. Not only that he asked it, but that she wanted to answer. Damn Harmony and her fucked-up spell. Bliss’ tongue wanted to loosen. Wanted to spill secrets she kept hidden within herself.
"I am.” Bliss’ blue eyes met Cade's dark ones. “Anything else you need to know?” Her tone was sharp and hateful, even to herself.
Cade shrugged casually. “Not right this minute."
"You know this is all a spell, right?” Bliss held her chin up. “You don't like me. I don't like you. It's just a fucked-up spell that brought you here.” She turned her head to look at the wall. “For all I know, you're a figment of my imagination."
"I'm not a figment.” Cade cupped her chin and turned her head so she faced him.
"Yeah, well,” Bliss muttered. “Whatever."
"Are you analyzing over there?” The words were spoken softly and with a hint of a smile.
Her blue eyes narrowed. “Fuck. You."
Cade threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"I'll take that as a yes.” Cade moved his body so it lay flush against hers. His hands moved down to grip her hips as he fitted his cock against her wet pussy. “Tell me what you want.” His warm breath fanned against her cheek.
"You to go home? Me to be free? Take your pick.” Bliss turned her head so she didn't look directly in his face.
Cade moved and rubbed his cockhead against her clit.
Bliss bit her lip. “Going to molest me again?"
"You bet."
She bit back the smile at his smug tone. Arrogant bastard.
Cade slid down her body slowly, letting his warm skin trail across her. “But first I'm going to grab a bite to eat."
Bliss’ head swiveled around. “You're kidding me. Right?"
"Not a bit."
"Untie me, damn it!"
Cade smiled and winked. “Back in a minute."
Bliss sighed and tried to shift into a more comfortable position. Then she thought of new and different ways to pay back the man who trussed her up. And he still wasn't back.
"Hey!” she yelled.
Cade's head popped around the corner. “Yes?"
"I'm hungry, too, you know.” Bliss glared at him. As if to make her point, her stomach growled loudly.
Cade smiled slowly. “I was hoping you would say that.” He walked back inside the bedroom and pointed to her nightstand. A basket of fruit, a can of whipped cream, and bars of chocolate appeared instantly.
Bliss’ mouth watered in expectation. She glanced up at Cade. “You can untie me, you know."
"I could. But I won't.” Cade strolled back in and sat on the edge of the bed. He plucked a strawberry out of the basket and brought it to his mouth. He sucked leisurely on it and nibbled on the end.
Her face reddened as she thought of his mouth on her aching body.
"Want a bite?” Cade held out the fruit and waved it temptingly in front of her face.
Bliss opened her mouth and kept her eyes on his face the entire time. Cade held the berry in front of her mouth, and she moved up slightly to take a bite.
His eyes darkened as he watched her devour the fruit.
"Such a pretty mouth,” he murmured.
Her body tingled at the words. His isn't so bad, either.
Cade moved his hand down her throat and plucked at her taut nipples. Bliss kept her body still by force of will. But then he took the can of whipped cream and squirted it over both nipples.
Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?"
"Eating.” Cade winked and lowered his mouth to her breasts. His tongue swirled around the nubs as he sucked off the whipped topping.
Bliss closed her eyes, but they flew open as she felt something cool between her legs. Cade moved her legs apart with one hand while his mouth sucked leisurely on her breasts.
"I don't think...” she began. But the words became strangled as two of Cade's fingers slid inside her.
Bliss bit her lip as his fingers moved inside her while his thumb circled her clit. Cade lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Very tasty.” He win
ked and moved his mouth down her body.
The handful of berries he placed against her pussy were cool against her flushed skin. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down.
"A Bliss buffet. Remember?"
"Oh shit,” was all she managed as she felt Cade push the berries up against her spread legs. And then his tongue moved to stroke her folds while he nibbled on the fruit. She spread her legs further and arched her pussy up to meet his questing mouth. His strong hands cupped her ass while he made good on his promise to eat every inch of her.
"Oh God,” she mumbled. Surely not. Surely she wasn't about to come again. Her body tightened in pleasure, and she arched higher. Bliss’ fingers curved at the sensations. And then he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she shattered with pleasure.
"I can't,” she wheezed when she found her voice.
Cade lifted his head, and Bliss looked wearily at him. “You're killing me."
"Hungry?” he asked. His voice was a low growl in the room.
There was a tone in his voice she recognized immediately. He wanted something from her. And Bliss decided right then that she would do just about anything he wanted.
"Yes."
Cade stood in one smooth motion. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the chocolate bar. It melted immediately in his hand. His eyes never left hers as he smeared the chocolate up and down his hard cock.
Her mouth watered at the sight. Oh yes. She was very, very hungry.
Cade moved her body up a little then straddled her. His knees were on both sides of her chest. His hard cock bobbed in front of her face, and Bliss opened her mouth gladly. Cade slid his cock inside with a groan.
Bliss ran her tongue over his cockhead and sucked the hard length deeper into her mouth. Cade grabbed her hair and pumped his cock smoothly in and out of her willing mouth. He threw his head back and groaned.
Bliss felt his cock stiffen. She waited for him to come in her mouth, but he slowly withdrew his cock. The stiff length eased out between her lips.
"I want to fuck you, Bliss. I want to feel you come all over me.” His dark eyes bored into hers. “Tell me what you want."
She was picky, yes. But she wasn't stupid. And the thought of Cade's hard cock pumping inside her made her tremble in anticipation.
"Show me,” he commanded.
And suddenly she wasn't bound anymore. Cade watched her closely, and she moved her right hand down to her pussy. She slid two fingers inside herself while he watched.
"This is where I want you."
Cade moved down quickly and pulled her hand away. He slammed his cock into her slick hole in the next motion. Bliss cried out and arched up as his thick length stretched her.
Her fingers dug into his tight ass as he covered her body with his.
"This is what I want,” he growled. “Just this."
Cade's cock pounded into her relentlessly, and she shuddered with pleasure. His thrusts became longer and deeper, and Bliss wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
He bent low to her ear and licked the sensitive skin. “Come all over me, Bliss,” he whispered. “I want to feel your pussy tighten on my cock. And then I want to fuck you with my tongue again."
Bliss’ orgasm slammed through her with no warning. Cade's words echoed in her ears as she came over and over again. And yet he still slammed his cock into her willing body.
"No more,” she cried. “I can't."
"You will,” Cade murmured.
And then he opened his mind to her, and Bliss could feel everything he was feeling.
"Oh God.” She trembled at the feel of his orgasm approaching. And then they came together with a force that literally shook the room. Bliss had the simple thought that she perhaps died from pleasure before she lost consciousness.
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Bliss opened her eyes slowly and looked around the room. She frowned. There was no food. No sexy as hell man. Nothing. Even her bed was made.
"I'm losing my mind.” She cleared her throat and reached for the soda on the nightstand. Bliss looked down and noticed she still wore the clothes she had on when she dropped off Harmony.
She sat up and lost her breath at the sight of the magazine opened to the quiz on the foot of her bed. Bliss reached slowly for it and traced her answers.
Did I conjure my perfect man to give me hours of pleasure due to Harmony's botched spell? And why did that bring disappointment and not relief?
"Wasn't my life complicated enough?” Bliss sighed ruefully. She stood on shaking legs and tried to clear her head. It didn't help matters that her mind was filled with moans, sensations, and the mental picture of a man's mouth between her legs.
"Oh shit.” Bliss walked out of her room and looked around the house. Nothing changed. Cade didn't lurk in the shadows waiting to jump her body again. Damn it.
Bliss walked into the kitchen and stopped at the sight of the roses on her table. If they were still there ... what did that mean?
Her head began to pound as she tried to sort through the entire mess.
"Confusing, isn't it?"
Bliss gasped and turned around. Cade stood in the doorway and wore the same dark clothes she remembered him in. Those dark eyes studied her.
She bit her lip. “Are you real?"
"Very real.” He chuckled lightly and stepped into the kitchen. Cade brought his hand up, and Bliss saw the magazine appear in his palm. He ripped it in half and threw it in the trash. “Well. That takes care of that."
"Yes.” Bliss tried to smile as she walked over to the refrigerator. “Can I get you something to drink?"
"Bliss."
She closed her eyes but didn't turn around. “Yes?"
"I still want to be here."
The breath shakily rushed out of her. Bliss turned and looked up into his dark eyes. He walked slowly over to her and brought her lips up to his.
"No spell,” he murmured.
"I'm a picky witch,” she admitted.
"Thank God."
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Susan M. Sailors lives in Knoxville with her husband and three cats. She writes in every genre, but paranormal romance is definitely her favorite. You can find lots more of her work from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid and Whiskey Creek Press, including her first romance novel, Night Gardening, available this month.
Lynn Crain realized at an early age she wanted to write. She took the long way to that goal by doing a variety of things like nursing, geologist, technical writer, computer manager and more recently reflexologist. During her free time she weaves fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales as well as erotic contemporary romances for various publishers. She lives in the very hot southwest with her husband, fourteen year old son, dog, three cats and two snakes named Sandune and Psycho. Her oldest son and wife live nearby. She is a past board member of the Romance Writers of America and currently belongs to EPIC.
RaeLynn loves nothing more than long, hot baths, snuggling in front of crackling fires and sleeping in late on Sundays. She writes books that aren't run of the mill romance—they're sensual and erotic romance. And that means lust, passion, and a whole lot of sex. Join her latest adventure at raelynnblue.blogspot.com.
Tambra teaches online creative writing classes and is a member of Romance Writers of America. She also speaks to local writing groups on the craft of writing. Tambra lives in Texas with her husband and has two grown sons. When not writing you can find Tambra painting or singing karaoke.
Annmarie Ortega is a lifetime resident of Chicago, Illinois and loves living in the city. She is a part-time student pursuing her Bachelor's Degree in Fiction Writing. In the fall of 2005 Annmarie had her first short story published, and hasn't stopped writing since. Annmarie is a member of the RWA, along with their Chicago North, ESPAN, and Passionate Ink chapters as well. In her spare time she loves to spend time with her family and friends, read, workout, and volunteer with fundraising at her oldest sons’ school. For more info please visit www.annmarieauthor.bravehost.com or
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Michelle Houston has been writing erotica/erotic romance since 1995, and a member of The Erotic Readers & Writers Association since early 2002. Michelle has several stories published in multiple print anthologies. With several erotic/erotic romance eBooks available, she has an infinite supply of ideas waiting to be penned. Find more info on Michelle and her writing at her personal website, The Erotic Pen www.eroticpen.net.
Shannon Peters lives in Sydney with her wonderfully supportive husband, two darling daughters and an inquisitive beagle. Ever since she can remember she has enjoyed reading stories that transport her to another world, and is now hoping to bring the same exciting reading experience to others.
Rusty Wicks lives in a little cottage near the beach in Maine. She spends most of her time with a special man who makes her heart thud, even after more years than she's willing to admit. Rusty believes in love ... and she wants you to believe in it, too.
C'ann Inman is a prolific author of several Torrid short stories. She likes to push the boundaries and explore all the sensual sides of human nature. Her debut novel, What He Wants, has remained in the Top Ten Bestsellers for Torrid for nine months after its release.
The wild and wicked author continues to delight and excite readers with her unusual storylines and erotic works. You can contact her through her website at chryswriter.tripod.com/canninman
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