Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2) by Michele Zurlo Page A

Perfect. Now tell me what you feel.”
    She took her time in analyzing the sensation. Something about this kind of agony slowed her mental processes. “It doesn’t hurt as bad when I breathe.”
    “I know. Tell me what you feel, not what you don’t feel.” His voice sounded low in her consciousness, and she had no choice but to follow the hypnotic quality of it.
    Another deep breath. His hands moved with her chest. “It’s starting to feel good. Weird good. It’s traveling down my arms.”
    “What else?”
    She wanted to shake her head, to refuse to tell him about the heat it sent straight to her core. It was like her nipple had a direct link to her pussy, only she’d never pushed the button hard enough to make the connection.
    He squeezed harder, sending fresh waves throbbing through her system. She gasped loudly. “Answer me.”
    “My…my… Between my legs.” A week ago, she never would have thought she’d be talking to him about anything happening between her legs while he tormented her nipples.
    “Is your cunt wet, Kitty Kat? Just from this?”
    She hated that word, but she forced herself to get over it. “Yes, Master.”
    “Say it. Tell me your cunt is wet.”
    Katrina licked her lips. The rapidity of her breathing had more to do with the things he wanted her to say than the things he was doing. When she at last forced it out, she could barely hear what she said. “My cunt is wet, Master.”
    “Is your cunt wet for me?”
    More often than you could possibly know . “Yes, Master.”
    He increased the pressure, which she found amazing. She was sure her nipples were flattened by now. “Say it, slave.”
    “My cunt is wet for you, Master.”
    He eased the pressure until she was free, and she sighed. Some of her energy drained away, yet a new sense of liquidity and acquiescence suffused her limbs. She thought he might explore her pussy next, but he turned her around with a gentle tug on her hip.
    She faced him, and heat crept up her neck. For some reason, she could take his attention when she wasn’t looking at him, but facing him was different. Looking at him forced her to remember that she’d fantasized about this man for years, and he’d never once indicated reciprocal feelings. Even all those years ago when he’d kissed her, she’d been stunned to her toes, but he had only looked amused.
    He drew his fingertips along her cheeks, and then he feathered them into her hair at her temples. The firm set of his lips softened, as did the steel in his eyes. That small evidence of affection did pleasant things to her stomach. “Last chance to back out before we start.”
    She didn’t want an escape, not after all she’d gone through for this chance. “I’ve been naked for the past hour, Master. We’ve already begun.”
    He closed his eyes. That pleasant feeling turned a little cold. He’d better not be having second thoughts. If he walked out her door, she didn’t know if she would recover.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She half snorted and half laughed at his admission. “Yes, you do. You want to tie me up too. You get off on it.”
    His answering laugh contained no mirth. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m a bastard, Kat. I’ll ask for everything from you, but I won’t give much in return. I want you to understand that I’ll never be the kind of man you deserve to have. Eyes wide open. I am who I am. You can’t change me.”
    Though he hadn’t instructed her to move, she couldn’t resist cupping his face. He seemed so lost and vulnerable. It tugged at her heart and brought out her need to provide comfort, to salve the wounds with her embrace, her kisses, and her submission. She’d caught glimpses of this side of him, of his deep unhappiness, and she knew where it originated. He was a better man than he gave himself credit for being.
    “I don’t want to change you.”
    He slid his hands back and tightened them in her hair. At the same time, he captured her