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  When Danny still didn’t respond, Kat shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits even closer together and farther up.

  Kat forced another smile. “Say something, Danny…please…before I lose my nerve and put my yoga pants and tee-shirt back on.”

  “Jesus-fucking-Christ, Kat…” he finally breathed out. “That is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  Danny’s chest ached at the huge grin that spread across her face.

  “Really?” She smoothed her hands down the sheer front and tugged at the lacy bottom. “I’m so glad you like it.” Kat lifted a shoulder. “I thought I’d feel ridiculous in it – and I do – but I kind of like it, too.”

  “Turn around, Kat, please,” he said, voice low and hoarse. “Let me see your ass. Please.”

  She made a face. “Yeah, but it’s skimpier back there.”

  Yeah, no fucking shit.

  He subconsciously pulled at the cuffs, then consciously cursed them – and whatever little game this was Kat was playing. “Kat, please…”

  She slowly turned around then and Danny experienced a split-second of panic during which he thought he might actually come.

  Kat’s ass was the hottest he’d ever seen, every which way he’d seen it. And, not surprisingly, her ass wrapped up in a black G-string was no different.

  Danny pulled at the cuffs, again. “Get these fucking things off of me, Kat. Now.” He yanked again, totally beyond noticing the pain in his wrists or the ominous creaking noises his bed was making. “Get the keys and unlock these. Now. Do it.”

  He kinda thought she might actually do it. After all, she’d had her fun – Danny was cuffed, she’d had a few minutes of fun torturing him, and now they could fuck like crazy.

  But, Kat didn’t grab the keys and she didn’t unlock the cuffs. Instead, she smiled slyly and shook her head. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

  Danny’s mouth went dry, his muscles tensed, and his vision hazed over. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  Kat walked over and Danny watched her every movement like a hawk – the sway of her hips and the way her tits bounced pushing him very close to the edge.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap. “So, I did a bunch of research online about Christmas gifts to get men. There were a whole lot of suggestions for stuff like sweaters, massage chairs, personalized beer cozies, and DVD movie collections. But that’s not quite what I was going for, so I tried searching for romantic gifts for men.”

  Danny could hear her. He was able process what she was saying and, for the most part, was following her drift. But there was a huge, huge portion of his attention focused solely on the little triangle of sheer, black fabric just barely covering right where he wanted to be.

  “I stumbled on some articles about planning a sexy evening as a gift and one in particular caught my eye.” Kat eyed the cuffs, which made Danny’s mouth water. “And so I decided to go with that.” She met his eyes, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “How you liking it so far?”

  “I am fucking hating it, Kat, and you know it, you little tease.” Danny pulled at the cuffs, wincing when pain shot down his forearms, but it didn’t stop him from yanking at them again – killing his arms and bending the bars on the headboard. “Get these things off of me, Kat…before I break something.”

  “But I have to finish the sexy evening. The article said to tie you up…” Kat gestured to the cuffs. “Check. It said to parade around in front of you…” She made a face. “I guess I didn’t really ‘parade,’ but I think you got plenty of eyefuls, so, check.”

  Danny watched, breath held, as Kat climbed up on the bed and positioned herself on her knees, between his legs.

  She placed a hand on each of his thighs and met his eyes with a wide smile. “Next step, oral sex.”

  A guttural noise emanated from somewhere inside Danny. “No, you can’t, Kat…not like this…” He yanked at the cuffs. “I’ve gotta be able to touch you while you do that, or I’ll go fucking insane.”

  She nodded thoughtfully. “The article said being restrained during a…” Kat did air quotes. “‘Blow job’ would drive you ‘wild,’ so I guess we’re right on track.”

  “Are you sure that was an article about Christmas gifts and not about torturing poor, unsuspecting men to death?” he gritted out, as her gaze lowered to his erection.

  Kat began gently stroking his dick, which immediately halted all ability to think, speak, or move.

  She met his eyes again, a smile tugging at her lips. “It was about showing the man you love how much you care and that’s what I wanted to do, so I went with it.”

  Despite his total aggravation and painful arousal, all Danny could think was…

  Fucking. Dollface.

  Kat cleared her throat, gaze dropping back to his dick. Her hands now resting on her thighs, Kat eyed it for a while – from many angles, with many expressions crossing her beautiful face.

  She finally looked up and exhaled a long sigh. “I think I might need another article to figure out how to do this part, Danny.” Kat gestured to his erection. “Because I seriously don’t have the slightest idea how to proceed here.”

  “Unlock these cuffs and I’ll help you,” Danny said, too aroused to feel embarrassed about his pleading tone. He rattled the cuffs. “Get these off of me and I’ll guide you through it. Just unlock them and we’ll figure it all out together, okay?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Why do the cuffs have to be off for you to guide me through it? Just guide me through it now, with the cuffs on.”

  “Goddamn it, Kat! If you put your mouth on me, while I’m restrained like this…” Danny eyed her mouth and shuddered. “It will kill me.”

  She paused and Danny thought she might relent.

  But then she just grabbed his dick by the base, flashed him a shit-eating grin, and softly said, “Merry Christmas, Danny,” before taking him into her mouth.

  “Fuck! Kat!” Danny bucked the moment Kat’s mouth wrapped around him. “Oh, God…”

  Kat had no idea what she was doing, since her past knowledge of fellatio included knowing a penis went into a mouth and that was about it. But knowing that one mechanism gave her a place to start and Kat knew she could figure everything out from there.

  It should have been an odd situation – putting Danny’s ridiculously large member into her mouth and doing God-knew-what to it…

  But as she tasted him, tested a few random maneuvers, and soaked up all of Danny’s inarticulate praise (not to mention the incredibly arousing way he was calling out her name), the weirdness began to wear off. Soon, Kat just felt like she was making love to him in a different way…in a kind of interesting and equally as empowering way.

  Kat spent a short while experimenting – licking, sucking, and even kissing it – enjoying the experience and loving Danny’s reactions.

  Although, she wished she could feel his hands on her while she did it, because it was beginning to feel odd – and oddly disconnecting – to be doing this to Danny, rather than with him.

  Kat disengaged and glanced up Danny’s body to find him staring down at her, lips parted, eyes glazed over. He seemed very far away from her physically, even though she was on top of him, performing oral sex – but also emotionally, for some reason.

  It had been a fun thing to try, but Kat now knew she preferred a more mutual interaction…and fully realized how much she loved kissing him and feeling his hands on her.

  Kat didn’t hesitate, reaching over to grab the keys off the nightstand and crawling up his body.

  “Kat…”

  Kat’s hands stilled momentarily as Danny’s mouth kissed and licked at anything within his reach, including the tops of her breasts, her collarbone, her shoulder, and her neck.

  “Kat, come down farther, sweetheart…” He nuzzled her neck, before nipping at the side and pressing kisses to it. “I’ve gotta get my mouth on you…I have to taste you…”


  Her hands shaking and suddenly desperate to get him free, Kat fumbled to get the key into the hole.

  “Get over here,” Danny breathed out the second one wrist was freed. His hand instantly curled into the hair at the base of her head and tried pulling her mouth to his.

  Kat laughed. “Hold on a second, caro, let me get the other off, too…”

  A few seconds later, that cuff was off, Kat was on her back, her arms were around Danny’s neck and her legs around his waist, and she was holding him as closely as she could.

  They stared into each other’s eyes for a few long moments.

  “Kat…” Danny lowered his mouth to hers.

  Kat held his head as they kissed deeply, their mouths the only things moving slowly against each other. But it didn’t take long for their kissing to become faster and more frenzied. Kat’s hands moved down over Danny’s neck and shoulders to his back – her fingertips curling into his hard muscles, as she lifted her pelvis, urging him on.

  Danny reached down and, with one hard tug, snapped the string of her bottoms right off. His hand pushed at her right inner thigh, opening her up to him.

  Kat broke away from their kiss and buried her face in Danny’s neck. “Please, hurry…” She gasped when his fingers brushed against her and then cried out when he slipped a fingertip inside and then withdrew. “Danny…no, please…I need you…”

  Danny reared back suddenly, meeting her eyes…an unexpected quirked brow and devastating half-smile taking her off-guard.

  “Kat, did this article of yours talk about what happens when the man you’ve been sadistically torturing gets freed?”

  Kat shook her head slowly, eyes glued to his…her body still instinctively squirming against him, beneath him. She managed to get her labia into contact with some hard part of him and Kat moaned softly, eyes closing.

  “God, I love you, Danny,” she whispered, her hands trying to pull him even closer. She lifted her pelvis against him, shivering at the way Danny whispered her name.

  “Kat, look at me.”

  Kat opened her eyes to find that an intense gaze and hooded lids had replaced Danny’s smirk.

  “I want to punish you so badly for what you just put me through,” he whispered hoarsely. “But I can’t. Because I love you too goddamned much and I want you too fucking badly to wait a second longer.”

  Danny thrust himself inside of her, completely, and they cried out together.

  He dropped his head into the crook of her neck and Kat held him there, her face buried against his shoulder, as he pushed himself into her again and again and again.

  Kat climaxed first, screaming out his name and clutching onto him as shockwaves of indescribable pleasure stole her breath and rocked her body. A few seconds later, Danny’s arms tightened around her, his thrusts became harder and deeper, and – with a loud crying out of her name – he poured himself into her.

  Kat absorbed every pulse of his orgasm against her inner walls, every whispered panting of her name against her neck, and every rhythmic pounding of his heart against her chest…and wanted more.

  Always more.

  Danny finally collapsed to the side of her, pulling Kat into a tight embrace, and then pulling a blanket over them both. They just held each other as their hearts slowed, their breathing evened out, and their bodies cooled.

  Danny’s hands began caressing her back.

  “Ugh.” He grabbed at the lingerie material and tugged. “I need this off of you.”

  Kat sat up and he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside before she settled back into his arms with a contented sigh.

  Danny nuzzled the top of her head, then kissed it. After a long, comfortable silence, he finally asked, “What are you thinking about?”

  Eyes closed, Kat exhaled a soft laugh against his chest. “I’m thinking that – despite our fun, somewhat educational foray into bondage – I’d much prefer to keep things the way they were before: your hands free to do whatever they want to me and mine free to do whatever I want to you.” She paused. “I mean, I guess it’s okay to do it once in a while, just for spicy fun, but-”

  Danny snorted. “Yeah. Right. Fun.” He scoffed softly. “Let’s just see how much fun you think it is when you’re the one getting mentally and physically tortured, sweetheart.”

  She grinned before rearing back to meet his eyes. “Why, what are you thinking about?”

  He searched her face, head shaking. “Oh, nothing. Just that you are the most terrifying little creature I have ever met in my life.”

  Kat’s brows jumped. “What do I do that’s so terrifying?”

  “You mean besides the Viagra-gone-wrong type erections you give me on a daily basis?”

  Kat smiled. “That’s called priapism, and you don’t have it, Danny. I’ve felt your penis go at least somewhat flaccid after each time you ejaculated. That means the blood flow is getting correctly, systemically re-routed after orgasm, which is exactly what it’s supposed to do. Thus, no priapism.”

  Danny shook his head, again. “See? Terrifying.”

  “How is that terrifying?”

  “Because you’re too fucking smart for your own good. And because when you start talking all intellectual like that, it gives me another damn prioraprism.”

  Kat laughed. “Priapism…and you aren’t having them. You’re just having normal, healthy erections on a very frequent basis.”

  “Yeah, like the one you’re giving me right now,” Danny said, pressing himself against her.

  She laughed again. “Yep. Just like that one,” she said, snuggling back into him.

  Danny lazily ran his fingertips over her shoulder blades. “I don’t have to work until seven tomorrow…can you get off early so we can have dinner together before I go in?” With a smile in his voice, he added, “I thought maybe I’d actually take you out like a normal person, for a change. So you didn’t start thinking I was just using you for sex and medical advice.”

  Kat pinched his side and he laughed.

  She thought about her schedule for tomorrow. “I can probably meet you here by four, at the latest. Will that work?”

  “That’ll work. Where should be go?”

  “I still have to get something for Pops for Christmas…do you mind if we hit Pineridge and eat someplace there?”

  “Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want.” Danny pressed his palm into her lower back and lowered his lips to her ear. “And this time I can actually grope you under the table like I was dying to do last time.”

  “Well, we better steer clear of CPK, then,” Kat said, top lip curling. “We wouldn’t want Tiffani getting jealous.”

  Danny paused. “Who the hell is Tiffani?”

  Kat leaned back to meet his eyes. “Short, big-boobed blonde with the stupid-ass ponytail swinging around everywhere?” When Danny’s brows dropped and a shoulder lifted, Kat huffed. “Your waitress? The one who was trying to have sex with you right on the table?”

  Danny laughed. “Oh, her.”

  Kat’s lips curled. “Yeah, oh, her.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were about to go on another jealous rampage, Kat,” he said wryly.

  “Another?”

  “Uh, your nuclear meltdown? After the club?” When Kat’s face registered she was now remembering, Danny grinned. “I can’t remember all of it, but I very vividly remember you calling someone a ‘blonde whore.’ And I think the poor woman might have had ‘slut’ thrown at her, too, but I’m not sure.”

  “Poor woman, my ass,” Kat muttered. “Who wears that kind of shirt out in public? And gyrates like that, against some guy she just met?” She huffed. “Talk about attention-seeking behavior. Beyond ridiculous.” Kat pinched his side again. “And don’t think you’re off the hook, either, buddy. Grinding up on some chick to make a point makes you as bad as she is.”

  Danny tightened his arms around her. “How about I take you to a club one of these days and you can grind up on me?”

  “Yeah, n
ot much of a dancer, what with the occasional inability to control my limbs and all,” Kat replied. “Although, to be honest, I wasn’t much of a dancer before.”

  Danny’s expression softened as his eyes searched hers. “Well, now I’m dying to dance with you…because it would mean I get to hold you up against me the whole time.” A small half-smile appeared. “Just so you wouldn’t fall, of course. Not because I love carrying you around or keeping you pulled up tight against me or anything.”

  Fickle Bitch Brain: I told you…he is so easy to love. And it is so easy to be loved by him. He is the best thing that could have ever happened to you.

  Better Judgment: Well, good thing he likes carrying you…’cause he’ll be doing a whole lot more of it in future. Hopefully he likes pushing wheelchairs, bathing you, and changing adult diapers, too, right? It’s quite a life you’ve led him into, Kat. Hope he’s ready to piss away his future playing nursemaid. Yeah, pretty sure you’re going to end up being the worst thing that every happened to him.

  “Kat?” When she looked up and met his eyes, Danny’s were full of concern. “You okay? You zoned on out me there.”

  She forced a smile. “Yep. Just feeling tired after all that Christmas gift-giving.”

  He gently pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her head. “Then let’s get you rested up. Because, very soon, I’m going to want to open that present again. And then, again…”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

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  The next evening, Danny held the door of the Apple store open for Kat to exit through.

  “I think Pops is going to love that,” he said, trailing behind her. “It was a great idea.”

  “If we can teach him to use it. For a guy who still watches TV shows taped onto VHS cassettes, working an iPad might present a bit of a challenge.” Kat shivered against the bitter wind whipping down the open mall pathway. “But it’s worth a shot. I think he’ll get a kick out of all the apps, too, once he gets the hang of working everything.”

  Kat slipped her arm through Danny’s and held on tightly as they started walking.