Dalliance in Darkness ( Dalliance #1) (13 page)

I looked up at him as he approached me, pressing my foot against his midsection with his advancement.

With the raising of his brows and the quick gesturing of his hand he motioned for me to move before taking another puff. “You’re in my spot,” he said with the smoke still between his lips. He
 
knocked my leg away and pushed me over to the side with left foot, taking his place on the end of the couch. His legs were up on the couch as well, stretched out and relaxed as he looked at me. “Don’t be shy now.”

Our feet were touching as I laid in a similar position to him at the other end of the couch, smiling widely, “I would never.”

He made his finger a hook and pulled it back and forth in a gesture. “Then ya should remove that very luxurious handbra you’ve got goin on.”

“Mmm I think it’s right where it needs to be.”

“Take it off,” he asserted.

I tried not to smile but there was simply no stopping it. I gave him no reply.

James grabbed my foot and played with the cigarette between his lips, examining me and rubbing his fingers over my skin. I was thankfully tickle immune. “Let’s get one thing absolutely made straight,” he said locking eyes with my own. “I like causing pain,” he took the cigarette from his lips and I tugged my foot – but he would not give and I found myself suddenly very trapped and most verily nervous.

He cocked his head to the right. “I like giving pleasure too but it just doesn’t feel right having one without the other,” his eyes trailed down my body. “Fact of the matter is I enjoy making what’s mine appreciate both – and my gut tells me you appreciate one more than the other,” he shook his cigarette at me pointedly. He tapped off the ashes of the stick against the end of the coffee table.

“What makes you say that,” I questioned with a layer of sarcasm.

There was a dangerous game being alluded to in his eyes. His hand over my foot let go and then closed again. Tighter this time. He brought his index and thumb finger to the cigarette in his mouth and pinched it between, exhaling a smooth smoke that crept outwards and upwards. I felt a ring of electricity form around my neck – becoming painfully aware of my own throat. Swallow, just swallow. Breathe. Remember to blink your eyes and lick your lips, because your mouth is simply too dry.

It took every fiber of my being not to squirm or whimper or move. That was, of course, before I felt its cruel kiss.

Fuck. If my skin could only scream. Acute, building pain seared against my ankle as James snubbed the smoke out. I jerked my foot as hard as I could wresting it away from him, “Asshole!” I immediately shot both my hands to the ash mark to soothe the pulsing pain.

James flicked the cigarette onto the coffee table and crawled over to me. “Can’t do that with electronics,” he tormented before running his hands across my midriff and up my chest, grabbing my breasts.

“Get off of me you pervert,” I snarled, shooting him a dirty look.

His hand reached for the boxers that I had stolen earlier, met with tightly wound legs to bar his entry.

But he knew that my lack of permission was a ruse. Could smell my lust for fire forged affection. James attacked my legs managing to take off my underwear. “I think you need a lesson in endurance.” His lips were on me once more with a hot, ravenous hunger to have me.

He whispered, “Bend over, now. It’s time I introduce you to the flogger.”

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