Jaz swallowed.
Dior grinned and tilted his head forward in agreement. “It would be my pleasure,” he said, his voice rolling with that French r. “If you want to get started, I’ll have someone fetch it for you. It’s freshly cleaned and in my locker.”
With a too-casual thanks, as if he’d just asked to borrow a cup of sugar and not a riding crop turned sex toy, Liam guided Jaz to a semiprivate alcove not far from the spanking scene. By the time they came to a stop, the mix of excitement, embarrassment, and anxiety had so saturated Jaz’s blood that the room seemed to sway around her.
“Look at me.” Liam was suddenly in front of her, his broad shoulders taking up her entire field of view. Taking her face between his hands, Liam repeated himself, his low command sending a new shiver of desire through her. “Everything we do here is for pleasure. Yours and mine. I’ll make you a bit nervous today, but I never want you to be scared. Not of me. Anything you truly want to stop, stops with a single word. You understand?”
“Yes,” Jaz whispered.
Leaning forward, Liam pressed his mouth over her open lips, taking a luxurious kiss. With his tongue rolling possessively over her mouth, Jaz didn’t realize that Liam had slid his hands along her bare arms until he was already holding her wrists and was raising them slowly and sensually above her head.
“What are you doing?” Jaz asked, feeling him transfer her wrists into one hand. His other, she now saw, was pulling a pink silk scarf from his pocket.
His lips brushed her ear. “Thinking some very explicit thoughts about how to best make you scream in ecstasy.” As he said it, Liam efficiently wrapped the silk cloth around Jaz’s wrists and tied the knot off on a metal ring dangling from the ceiling. A moment later, Liam pulled loose the knots holding the straps of her dress on her shoulders so the material floated down in a puddle around her feet. Bra and panties came next until, a few skilled movements later, Jaz stood naked before Liam and the world.
Before she could fully process how she felt about this, Liam ran his hands along her body. Her breasts. Her hips. “Did you know that sometimes when you change in the morning, I have to hop into a cold shower just to keep myself from losing it?” He trailed his fingers along her middle, then turned her to face the room as he came to stand behind her. Wrapping one hand around her waist, Liam pressed her back against him, letting her feel his erection.
“You enjoy being exposed.” Liam didn’t word it as a question. He knew, though she’d never told him. Never even told herself. But it was true. The thought of others’ attention brushing against her bare skin, watching as Liam took charge of her body, was sending pulses of primal excitement through her with every squeeze of her heart. Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. The discovery of how much she liked this forbidden pleasure was uncomfortable.
“It’s the danger of it,” Liam whispered to her, as if reading her thoughts. “You don’t know what they might see exactly. You like edging danger.”
Danger. Yes. Sensual, exhilarating danger. It was like skydiving with sensuality. Down to her racing pulse, to trusting Liam to take her into the abyss. Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.
Jaz closed her eyes against the onslaught of emotion and concentrated on the feeling of Liam’s callused fingers waking her body more to his presence.
He chuckled into her ear. “One of the things I love most about your body is how honest it is. How responsive. Let me show you.”
Before Jaz could fully process the meaning behind Liam’s words, he dropped his hand and slid two fingers easily into her slick channel.
Jaz gasped, rising to her toes, a pang of indignation shooting through her—followed by an equally strong pang of pleasure. Her breath quickened, her channel tightening over the intrusion. Before she could get accustomed to the sensation, though, Liam pulled his hand free and showed off the sparkling wetness coating his skin.
“I think we’re on the right track,” he said, stepping in front of her and sucking his fingers clean. With his feet planted at shoulder width, he looked confident and in charge of the world, with his attention centered fully and undilutedly on Jaz. His mouth curved appreciatively as his hands roamed her skin again, stopping to massage her breasts and run his thumbs around her beading nipples. “One small adjustment, though.”
Setting his foot between Jaz’s legs, he pushed them wide apart.
Cool air brushed her sex, her reflexive attempt to close herself meeting with Liam’s braced knees and a swift warning swat on her backside. The sharp sting made her cheeks clench together, a rush of heat flaring through her core as several people turned their heads at the sound.
Oh God. They saw. They all saw that. Ignoring better reason, Jaz’s arousal ratcheted another notch.
Liam rested his hand on her ass again. “Shall I continue here, or will you keep your legs spread?” he asked just loudly enough for the onlookers to hear.
Unable to bring herself to answer over her pounding need, she inched her feet farther apart.
Liam hummed appreciatively, then ran two fingers skillfully between her slippery folds, tracing the hood of her quickly swelling clit. His next words came for her ears alone. “Given that you’re restrained and utterly open to me, I think we can both agree that whatever I do next is by my choice. This is what brings me pleasure, Sprite. Not anything else you might have heard. This.”
Taking Jaz’s breast into his mouth, Liam sucked on the nipple until the sensitive skin tightened to a peak, then repeated the treatment on the other side. Down below, his hand stroked her folds in maddening harmony to the insistent suckles above. Forward and back, forward and back, until her hips thrust toward him greedily, her toes so tightly curled inside her sandals that her thighs shook.
Jaz’s pulse pounded. She pulled against the unyielding restraint, her emotions spinning at the intoxicating focus of Liam’s attention. At his touch. At the mix of desire and frustration. “All right,” she breathed. “I believe you. Okay. You can stop.”
“Oh no. Not even close. I want you to be sure. And we still have that riding crop to try.” Liam teased Jaz’s hood to emphasize his last words, his finger oh so casually flicking over her clit again as his teeth closed lightly over a tender nipple.
The tiny sting of pain morphed into a scalding pleasure that washed through her like a storm whose force drowned out that tiny judgmental voice insisting how wrong everything about this naked, exposed enjoyment was.
Releasing her nipple, Liam soothed it with little laps of his tongue that started to drop lower and lower along her Jaz’s flesh. Once Liam was on one knee, he gripped the insides of her wet thighs. With his strong hands keeping her utterly open, he swirled his tongue over her clit.
A cry of rising frustration escaped Jaz’s chest, her engorged clit pulsating so hard that she couldn’t stand the pressure. And yet, with Liam’s restraint, she couldn’t escape it either. Could do nothing but feel. Shutting her eyes tightly, she clung to the scarf binding her wrists, her fingers wrapping about the cloth.
Lap. Lap. Lap.
She panted, reaching for the approaching abyss. Sweat trickled down her temples. Along her naked flesh. Then Liam’s tongue caressed the whole length of her sex before he took her clit tightly between his teeth.
And sucked.
Every muscle in Jaz’s body tightened. Waves of pleasure so intense they hurt raced through her, the climax coming again and again with unapologetic fury. Her legs buckled and gave out until only Liam’s hold kept her upright, holding her tight through the exquisite spasms.