Page 120 of Burning For Her Kiss


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His friend chuckled.

“You should talk to Michael,” Allison said. “He’s a good teacher.”

Drew knew who Michael was—everyone in the club did. He was one of the dungeon monitors. What Drew didn’t understand was why Beth would want to talk to him. Then again, if he’d been paying attention to their conversation from the start, he would have had his answer.

“I probably should. Drew likes being bound and my experience with rope is limited.”

He guessed that answered his question.

Allison lifted her drink to her lips with one hand and ran her nails down John’s back with the other. He closed his eyes and let out a hum of contentment. “Haven’t you ever seen one of Michael’s demonstrations? The man is a true artist.”

“No. My . . .” Beth paused. “My previous sub wasn’t into rope bondage.”

Unease seem to hang in the air for a moment before Allison spoke again. “That’s too bad. John has come to enjoy it immensely, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” There was almost a longing in his friend’s voice, and Drew wondered if Allison and John would be heading upstairs before the night was over.

The topic of conversation soon shifted from bondage to some television show. Drew lost interest, closed his eyes again, and went back to enjoying the moment. Beth’s fingers were hypnotic. It had been a long week, and he felt himself drifting.

“Drew?”

He glanced up. Beth looked worried about something. “What’s wrong?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Drew grinned. “I’m fine. More than fine.”

She caressed the side of his face, and he leaned into her touch. “I take it you like sitting on the floor at my feet?”

“Yes. John was right. It’s liberating.” Speaking of John, he was no longer on the floor beside Drew. Allison was gone as well. When had that happened?

Beth bent down and brushed her mouth over his. “I quite like you there myself.” She held his gaze and ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips. He opened willingly.

By the time she broke the kiss, the position Drew was in was becoming uncomfortable. His erection was stretching his jeans to the limit.

She lowered her gaze, and he knew she could see how painfully hard he was. “Stay with me tonight.”

Although it hadn’t been phrased as a question, he knew he had the option. He could always say no. Even if he said yes, there was no guarantee they would have sex. Granted, since this wasn’t one of his four days off, he could jack off, but that wasn’t even close to what he wanted. It had been four days since he’d felt his cock inside her pussy. If there was the slightest chance that he would get to make love to her, he would take it. “I’ll have to stop by my apartment to get some clothes for tomorrow.”

Beth kicked off her shoe and brought her foot to rest on top of the bulge in his pants. He sucked in a breath as she started moving her foot in a back and forth motion.

“I’m sorry I ran away.”

What? What was she . . .

“I should have stayed in the tent until you woke up.”

Drew closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what she was saying and not what she was doing to his appendage. “It’s okay. I-I understand.”

She increased the pressure slightly and he opened his eyes. “That’s no excuse and I want you to know that I’m sorry.”

“B—” He caught himself, but just barely. “Mistress? Please?”

Her breath tickled his ear, only adding to his arousal. “Please what?”

“You’re . . . if you keep it up, I’m going to come.” He hated to admit it, but it was the truth.

“And would you like that? To come here in front of all these people?”

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