Sacrifice by Lora Leigh Page A

she
informed him, her voice breaking on a moan as his fingers tested the lush
fullness of her hips. “I’ve been teased enough, Jared. I need you.”
    He could hear the hunger that raged
through his own body, heating her voice. Yes, she needed, just as he needed,
wanted, craved. She was the air he breathed now, the beat of his heart. Letting
her go would eventually destroy him.
    “Move up.” He gripped her hips,
easing her further up on the mattress as he spread her out before him. “This is
my fantasy,” he told her roughly as he drew the strap he had anchored to the
center of the headboard to the middle of the bed. “Give me your hands now.”
    The long leather strap held two
Velcro cuffs at the end. It would allow him to turn her to either her back, or
lay her on her stomach without worrying about readjusting the position of the
restraints.
    He watched her eyes go wild with
excitement, her nipples tightening further as a whispering moan left her
throat.
    “Oh yes, you like this don’t you,
baby.” He smiled tightly as he raised her arms and strapped her wrists into the
restraints. “I like this too, Kimber. Having you helpless beneath me, unable to
fight your needs, or mine. Seeing you go up in flames has to be the most
beautiful sight in the world, baby.”
    And it was. Jared could think of
nothing more exciting, more arousing, than Kimberly’s lust. He wanted to fuel
it, wanted to see how hot, how high he could make her burn.
    He watched her tug at the
restraints, saw her realization that unlike those at The Club, there was no
escape from the ones he used. She strained against them, her body arching as
lust began to overwhelm her.
    “There you go,” he whispered as his
hand smoothed between her breasts to the rounded contours of her abdomen. “Go
wild for me, Kimber,” he encouraged her as his cock strained for relief between
his thighs. “You’re nice and safe here. No one can see you, no one will take
anything you can’t give. This is just for you, baby, all for you…”
    Her lust was for him, though. He
saw the desperation begin to glitter in her eyes as he reached for the items he
had laid out on the bedside table earlier. The tub of lubrication gel, the
little vibrating butterfly he would attach around her thighs to rest against
the swollen protrusion of her clit, the remote that would activate the
different levels of stimulation it was programmed for.
    “Now, let’s spread those pretty
little thighs.” He forced her legs apart, smiling tightly as she resisted, bucking
against him as her hot little moans fueled his own passions.
    Jared moved between her thighs,
holding them apart with his own as his hands gripped the upper portion, his
thumbs within inches of her glistening pussy. The silken folds were unfurling,
a soft blush pink thick with the nectar of her passion.
    His mouth watered at the sight of
the soft, feminine passion fruit. He moved his hands closer, his thumbs
pressing back along the outer lips, watching the little slit widen to reveal
the rosy, cream-laden interior.
    Kimber was twisting beneath him
now, her hips arching as she tried to force the aching flesh firmer into his
touch.
    “Stay still,” he growled, raising
one hand and allowing it to fall firmly on the pad of her cunt.
    “Oh God. Jared…” She cried out his
name as her hips bucked higher, flinching from the pleasure rather than the
pain.
    Perspiration dotted her face, her
breasts, her soft little tummy.
    “You like that, don’t you, Kimber.”
He tapped at the delicate flesh again, relishing her lusty growl of feminine
demand.
    His fingers trailed along the slit
as he lowered himself along the bed, tucking his cock carefully beneath him as
the thick flesh throbbed painfully.
    “Spread your thighs wider, Kimber,
or I might have to forget about the little treat I’m dying to taste here. I
have to be able to get to it, baby,” he warned her, keeping his voice rough,
with an edge of danger.
    She shivered at the