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Chapter 33 ***

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Her heart began to pound, and her stomach lurched at the unknown. She couldn’t help but smile, biting her bottom lip nervously, hearing his deep soft laughter. His tongue caressed the tip of her imprisoned nipples again, and he pulled gently on the chain, causing her to gasp at the sensation.

“Scared?” he asked, and she shook her head softly, unable to speak, anticipation heightening her senses. “Good. There’s no reason to be afraid, my love. I won’t hurt you.”

He moved off her and walked to the foot of the bed. He slipped his hands beneath her hips and tugged her gently down, so her arms were stretched tightly above her head. He released her and moved away as she listened intently at what he was doing.

She really wasn’t afraid, just overly sensitive and very much alert to the sounds of the room, the soft jazz from the speakers and the weight of the bed where he pressed her into the mattress, the breeze blowing through the open window. Everything was heightened and alive, and she fel
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    Sandra gasped as the leather softly flicked against her calves. She moaned deeply, feeling the gentle flicks travel up her inner thighs. Again, and again, the leather slapped across her sensitive skin. She braced herself against the stinging, the realization of where he was heading made her feel dizzy and wanton. Her mind envisioned him standing beside her, slapping her naked flesh with the tip of the crop, just as her grandfather did to the horses he rode. It was intoxicating, and she braced herself as he neared the brown curls of her apex, but he stopped, and she found herself holding her breath, waiting. Still, he didn’t move, she couldn’t hear anything more than his heavy breathing and she slowly relaxed, exhaling her constrained breath. When she inhaled again, she felt the sting of leather against her sensitive nipples and she screeched in surprise. Creighton grinned wickedly, flicking the leather crop across her nipples again and again, softly, but causing a deep stinging to ra

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    “I have never heard of anyone having sex with ice before,” she snapped.“You haven’t really heard of a lot of things concerning sex before, either.” Without warning, his fingers slid a second ice cube into her, his lips kissing her brown curls as she gasped and tried to struggle against the cold assault. He slipped two fingers into her and pressed the ice hard against her cervix, then slowly began to circle them around the tight canal. His tongue bathed her clitoris, his teeth nipping gently at her labia, all the while his fingers thrusting in and out of her.He was right, it was such an unusual sensation, a mixture of cold and hot and within a few short seconds she felt it again, the searing dizziness of orgasm. Creighton chuckled against her delicate skin as she cried out, allowing her to ride out the waves for several long moments. His tongue tormented her throbbing clitoris, the ice inside her quickly melting. He moved back to her side as she fell further into the mattress, his f

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    “How are you at poker?” he asked, walking to a wall of cupboards near the stairs and removed two large towels. He handed her one and watched as she wrapped it around her torso. He quickly wrapped the other around his waist, before walking with her back down to the bedroom.“I am actually quite good at it. My grandfather plays poker once a week and I’ve watched him for years.”“But have you ever played?”“Yes, often.”“For stakes?” he asked as they entered the room. Sandra frowned, watching the man walk to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling two shirts out and handing her one.“Yes.”“Good,” he told her, tossing the towel aside to a nearby chair, then slipped the shirt over his head before he reached down to his discarded pants.“Why? What did you have in mind?” She slipped on his shirt and looked around the floor for her panties. Creighton held up the very thin black material for her and smiled.“You’ll have to make do with these, since you so graciously discarded your other on

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