Hooked Up the Game Plan by Jami Davenport, Marie Tuhart, Sandra Sookoo Page A

damn . She'd done it now. Fighting back a sigh, she did as he said and waited.
    “Now, I’m going to unlock the cuffs for a moment. Do not try anything.” Her right wrist was released. Then he pulled her arms over her head and restrained them once again. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded.
    A light slap was administered to her right breast. Her heart jerked and her skin tingled. “You will talk to me.”
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered. A tremor, one of anticipation of what was to come next, ran through her body.
    Max trailed his fingers along her outstretched arms, over her breasts, avoiding her taut nipples, then down her stomach until he snagged her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down.
    Cool air hit her pussy. Instinct had her sliding her legs together.
    “Oh no.” Rough denim rubbed her inner thighs. He was standing between her legs, preventing her from closing them. “I want to see you, my lovely one.”
    “Take the blindfold off, please.” She wanted to see him, to see his eyes blazing hot for her.
    “I am the Master. I will decide when to take it off.” The pressure against her thighs lessened, but she didn’t move. Ears straining, she heard him moving around. She turned her head, trying to track his movements, but it was difficult.
     
    Max watched Grace with a smile on his face. He so wanted to make her fantasy come true. Of course, he’d throw in a few things to mix it up. After stripping, he put his clothes on the chair where a robe for Grace rested .
    He’d already talked with the janitor, telling him he was going to be using the weight room late that night. They wouldn’t be disturbed, but just in case, he’d blocked the door.
    Grace’s breathing was erratic, and he grinned again. She was excited by all this, which was what he wanted. That’s why he hadn’t disguised his voice. He didn’t want fear but excitement.
    Kneeling between her legs, he pushed her thighs wider then placed the restraints around her ankles and tightened them. He had her at the right level for what he wanted to do. He poured oil on his fingers then massaged it into her already wet pussy and hard clit.
    He waited a few second before blowing against her pussy. She cried out. “Make noise. Let me know how it feels. No one will hear you. We’re all alone.” He did it again, and this time she whimpered.
    The warming oil was doing its job. The more he blew on it, the warmer it would be on her skin, tantalizing her nerves, making her more sensitive. Max picked up the first toy. A tongue vibrator then lowered his mouth to her pussy and blew.
    She shifted her hips, bucking against the restraints. And he blew again and again.
    “You’re a wicked man,” she said in a breathless voice.
    He didn’t say a word, but this time he lowered his head and licked her.
    “Max!” she yelled.
    He continued to lick her, slowly, letting the vibrator pulse against her pussy. Every so often he would blow out a breath and she would shriek. He loved her cries of passion. But he avoided her clit. If he used the vibrator there, she'd climax, and he didn't want her doing that just yet.
    When he stopped licking her, she squirmed and wiggled. He glanced at her face. She was breathing heavily through her mouth. Her nipples were hard and her breasts rosy. Good . She was excited. He took off the tongue vibrator and grabbed the thigh and stomach restraints.
    Carefully, he put them around her thighs and clenched the Velcro below the bench. Then he put another strap over her stomach.
    Grace sucked in a breath. “I can't move.”
    “That's the point.”
    Finding the vibrator he wanted, he picked it up then slipped it into her wet pussy. Her stomach tightened as she tried to buck her hips, but he had her tied too well.
    “Please, let me move.”
    “No.” He covered her right breast with his mouth. A groan left her mouth as he turned on the vibrator in her pussy. Her nipples grew harder as he sucked and pinched them. All the while, he teased