31 Flavors of Kink by Leia Shaw & Cari Silverwood

pressing along my spine. What’s taking him so long?
    “Get on with it,” I snap.
    I’m imagining the slide up inside when he shifts position and bites my neck.
    “Ow,” I squeak and try wiggling to dislodge him. Biting is so not fair. He shoves his hand into my hair as he nibbles deeper, moving along the muscles of my neck, then onto my back. Each sharp mark of his teeth zings into my flesh, shooting like heated sparks to my nipples and my groin. My squeaking gets more frantic. I love it and hate it all at once.
    Every so often he interrupts the bites with a smack on my ass until, panting and squealing and giggling, I’m not sure where to go. Wanting and not wanting—the confusion tangles me inside and roars high into a pulsing bonfire of lust.
    “Stop! Stop!” The bedding and my uncontrollable giggles muffle my words.
    He chuckles and lifts up on his forearms.
    This time I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, poking blindly. He misses the right spot. The temptation is there to stay still and make him do all the work, but I can’t. I need him there. Instinct makes me bow my ass up and show the way. His cock cruises inside, parting me, a slow, inexorable invasion. I stop breathing and groan.
    “That’s not all the way in.” I wriggle some more, encouraging him.
    “I know.” Amusement leaks from his words. “Say please.”
    “What? You can’t—”
    He’s not budging and withdraws until his cock sits barely within the lips of my entrance. I can’t stand it.
    “Please!”
    There’s a click, and the vibrator comes on. A second later he pushes it between the bed and my clit and holds it there.
    A taste of ecstasy arrives and rises as my clit expands into a tiny ball. The device pours its vibrations into me, fills up my clit even more, and builds a pulsating pressure in my groin. My breathing stops, then goes erratic. I moan hard into the pillow as he starts to thrust again. Shallow, fast, his rock-hard erection teases me as much as the vibrator. I tense and arch more, straining toward that incredible high and release. He grips the back of my neck, holding me. Yes. Almost there.
    I pull against the arm restraints. The vibrator, the burn of his bites, the spanking… Bliss hits me, flaring into a white explosion that pummels my body and does not let me go for five, six, seven heartbeats, until at last my body relaxes and settles down into the bed, muscle by muscle. My heart knocks madly at my chest.
    Nick pulls away the vibrator and slips out of me, then flips me over. Foggy-eyed, I gaze blankly up at him.
    He’s grinning again, the bastard.
    “Not finished yet,” he murmurs.
    My body weight is pushing on my arms. “My shoulders are hurting.”
    Expecting that to put an end to our night’s playtime, I turn on my side to let him undo the last ropes. But he undoes them, clips the handcuffs on me and hauls my hands above my head, then ties me to the headboard.
    One orgasm is enough to last me a long while, but I’m happy to see where this is going.
    Eyes narrowed, he checks the ties, then slides me down the bed, stretching me out. I give him a contented smile. Until he sits on my thighs, turns on the vibrator, and parks the tip on my clit again.
    My eyes pop open. “I’m not sure I can—”
    “Try.” One corner of his mouth curves up. He clicks the vibrator up to the next speed, clamps my legs between his firmly, and waits as if he has all the time in the world. Am I some sort of experiment? I know some women have multiple orgasms but…
    The vibrator does everything on top of my clit except handstands. I feel it slide along to the right, wobble humming over the top, then onto the left, and round and round…and round. Oh fuck and hell . I run out of curses. My head flops back, and I draw in a long, ragged breath. With my legs wedged under his, I can move even less than before. Soon I’m trembling and rhythmically pushing up and up onto the vibrator.
    “See.” Nick reaches down to tweak my