“No more teasing. I was wrong.” Broken breaths barely allowed for complete thoughts. “I just need you.”

His fingers drifted over her bottom, damp from her juices. He feathered his hands up, moving his muscled body between her legs. “The buildup’s too much? My sweet angel needs relief?”

“Yes.” She pulsed, needing his tantalizing touch again. But he tormented her instead and laid his heavy shaft along the ridge of her rear, stroking up and down. She widened her legs, searching for friction against her clit, but the position she wanted seemed painfully out of reach. Completely impossible.

“Want some help?” His voice was guttural. Antagonizing.

“Yes.” She nodded, wanting to see and loving that she couldn’t. “Touch me. Tease me.”

His chest pressed against her back while his lips toyed with her earlobe. Brock’s hand slid down her sides, cupping her hipbones. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.” Her hands jerked at the ties. “Brock, please.”

The pads of his fingers smoothed forward. He toyed in the damp curls, curving and caressing until he found her clit. The tease was so needed, so unexpected. It stole her breath, revived her need. She felt swollen and ready.

He sucked down the back of her neck. His weight crushed her to the bed until he slid to the side. One quick move and she was flipped over. Arms still overhead and bound, legs free, and knees bent. He had to give her more.

The end of a rope tickled her stomach. Electricity sprouted across her skin. Oh, how’d I forget so fast about the other ties? Her sensitive flesh went on red alert, and Brock scratched the cut end from her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, over her clit, then made fast work of securing a ligature around her ankle. Straightening her leg, he tied her ankle to a bedpost. The other leg didn’t receive the same finesse. It was bound and tied in a second.

She couldn’t see him, but she could sense him. Feel his gaze and knew it was centered on her, open to him.

“Beautiful.” He walked along the side of the bed, flipping additional ropes in his hand. Each slap made her shiver. He leaned over to kiss her lips then tied her already-bound wrists directly above her to the headboard.

Arms together, legs spread, and blindfolded. Her body couldn’t wait for whatever came next.

A small spoonful of ice cream landed on her nipple. His tongue followed its path as it melted and slid to her breastbone. His fingers tweaked her other nipple as he busied his mouth. With each pinch and tug, her body jerked. Her pussy clenched. “I have to touch you.”

She wanted to. Needed to. Her fingers would latch onto him, drawing him closer. Ending this torture.

“You will. But I’m not done yet.”