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  She racked her brain for memories of what he was talking about, but came up lacking. “I don’t remember. What surprise?”

  “I have a little hobby,” he said. “It’s sort of perverse.”

  Her muscles tensed. “Good perverse or bad perverse?”

  “You’ll have to tell me.”

  “Gabe . . . ”

  “Don’t look so freaked out. If you like me enough to put up with my band mates’ bullshit, this will be easy.”

  She wasn’t so sure.

  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I think you’re going to find this to be a treat. Of course, it’s still a prototype.”

  Her thoughts swirled with confusion. “A prototype?”

  He flushed, and she had to stifle the urge to kiss him. She loved to see him flustered.

  “I have this hobby,” he said quietly. “I build things.”

  “What kind of things?” She was picturing some lifelike android or a drumstick polisher.

  “Things that make a woman feel real good.”

  She was already feeling real good, but had to wonder what he thought would intensify her experience. “What? Like sex toys?”

  “I guess that’s what you’d call them. Does it weird you out? I’ve used my creations in the past, but I’ve never told a woman I designed them. I thought maybe . . . since you know I’m sort of a geek in wolf’s clothing . . . ”

  And that’s what she liked best about him—the geek hiding just beneath the surface that only she seemed to appreciate. “Are you just going to show me or are we going to actually use them?”

  “I have a couple new ones I haven’t tried out yet. How do you feel about being a test subject?”

  “Your test subject?” She already knew he could make her come like no one else.

  “You can say no,” he said.

  As if the thought of refusing had even crossed her mind. Gabe Banner brought out her adventurous side and she couldn’t wait to see what he showed her next. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed the tips of her nipples against his chest.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got, Dr. Kink E. Inventor.”

  He laughed and nuzzled her neck, making her giggle with ticklish delight. “I’m glad you’re up for some experimentation. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  She slid a hand up the soft strip of hair at the center of his head and tugged him closer, her throat closing off with unexpected emotion. Her sole regret was that her time with him would have to end far before she was ready to let him go.

  Chapter 9

  The elevator let them out on their floor. A mixture of anticipation and trepidation settled in Melanie’s belly. She reminded herself that Gabe was a fantastic lover and that they didn’t have much time left together. If these toys of his were important to him, she wanted to be open to them. Open to him.

  Apparently her willingness to participate excited him. He had her shirt halfway off before they made it into the suite and all the way off by the time the door shut behind them. Her bra followed.

  He cupped her breasts. “You have the perfect nipples for this,” he said.

  “For what?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  He shifted behind her and drew her back up against his belly, massaging her breasts and suckling the side of her neck as he slowly walked her toward the bed. His hands moved to her belt. He had her naked and sprawled across the mattress in less than a minute. He paused to stare down at her.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  She smiled at him. “You make me feel beautiful.”

  Gabe watched her for a long moment. “I think we’ll try two things at once. I want you screaming my name. You’ll never have to fake an orgasm with me.”

  He was practically grunting like a cave man.

  She grinned up at him. “Is that some sort of macho vendetta against my girlie bits?”

  “Damn straight.”

  He opened his suitcase and rummaged around until he found two packages securely wrapped in thick canvas. He laid them on the bed beside her and unwrapped the first. Three thin chains formed a Y-shape. Each end of the chain had strange-looking clips attached—one clip was larger than the other two and had some sort of suction cup affixed to it. Melanie lifted her head to get a better look, but couldn’t even guess what the contraption was for.

  “This is why you have perfect nipples,” he said. “Exactly the nipples I had in mind when I dreamed this up.”

  “What is it?”

  He didn’t answer her. Still fully clothed, he climbed up onto the bed and straddled her thighs. He cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs until they pebbled under his attention. He fastened one clip to her left nipple and the other to her right.

  Her back arched off the bed. “Oh!”

  “Are they tingling?” He tugged the chain.

  “Aching.”

  “Must not have a good connection.” He removed one of the clips and wet her swollen nipple with his tongue. She held the back of his head to keep him from moving away. While the clip on her nipple was stimulating, it in no way compared to the warm, wet pleasure his mouth gave her. He pulled back and returned the clip to her wet nipple. A delightful tingle swept through her flesh.

  “Wow!”

  “It’s working?”

  “It feels sort of like when you stick your tongue on a nine-volt battery.”

  “Do you like it?”

  It felt different from anything she’d ever experienced. “I think so.”

  He went to work on wetting her other nipple, tilting his head so he could hold her gaze as his tongue flicked against her sensitive skin. When he had both clips in place, they released rhythmic pulses to both breasts. He tugged the chain between them, and Melanie’s womb tightened.

  “Gabe! I think I’m almost there.”

  “I don’t even have it all the way on yet,” he said. “Try to hold back.”

  She’d never had a man tell her not to come. She tightened all the muscles between her legs, longing for something inside her to alleviate the throbbing ache, and clung to the covers in torment. She tried focusing on the top of Gabe head instead of the maddeningly pleasure flowing through her body, but it was no use. “Oh God,” she cried.

  He released the chain from his grip, allowing it to rest between her breasts. He stretched out the final chain, which was attached to the middle of the one connected to her nipples, so that it lay down the center of her belly.

  “Hold really still, baby. I’ve got to get this just right.”

  His head disappeared between her thighs. His mouth found her clit and began to suck until there was no way even a tranquilizer would keep her still. Her hips bucked involuntarily against his face. He lifted his head and pressed something over her clit. It tightened, gripping her excited flesh. She squeezed her eyes shut, the erotic look of him working between her thighs more than she could endure. He adjusted his contraption until it was held in place. It pulled a bit, as if the only thing keeping it attached was suction. Gabe then used his finger to move it around. Oh fuck, what was he trying to do to her? Drive her insane? Melanie bit her lip to keep from screaming in blissful torment.

  “Does it have a good seal?” he asked. “I don’t want it to hurt you.”

  “It doesn’t hurt,” she assured him breathlessly.

  He shifted over her to kiss her sweat-moistened belly worshipfully, tracing the chain resting against her stomach with his nose.

  “When I first saw your belly chain, I immediately thought of how this invention would look against your skin. I knew you’d do it justice. I’ll get the vibration going in a minute.”

  “Vibration?” Holy Hell, he was trying to drive her insane.

  He grabbed the chain that was resting against her belly and gave it a firm tug. It pulled on both nipples and her clit simultaneously. Her breath caught as ripples of ecstasy radiated through her pussy in teasing spasms.

  “I think it’ll hold. Wa
it for me, baby. I have to get myself ready now.”

  Get himself ready? She had no idea what he meant. He reached for the second, smaller package but hid its contents from view. He offered her a crooked grin and her heart rate kicked up another notch, ready for whatever else he had in store for her. “Hurry, Gabe,” she whispered. “Please.”

  He climbed from the bed and pulled his shirt off over his head. She drank in the sight of his well-formed muscles contracting beneath his skin as he unfastened his jeans and removed the rest of his clothes. Her hand trailed to her belly to toy with the chain. If she pulled it just a bit, the pleasure intensified, making her breasts ache and muscles deep inside twitch uncontrollably. She couldn’t imagine how amazing Gabe’s invention would feel if it actually vibrated.

  Admiring the ink on Gabe’s hip, which now aroused her instead of frightening her, she watched him wrap a thin leather cuff around the base of his cock and snap it in place. He stroked himself until his cock was thick and erect. She longed to trace the torturous veins beneath its smooth skin with her tongue. To feel the swollen head rubbing against her inner walls and his tight balls bumping against her twitching ass as he fucked her deep. Deep and hard. She wanted dig her nails into his back, her heels into his ass, and take it as good as he was willing to give it. She groaned at her own thoughts, praying he hurried. She couldn’t wait much longer. She feared she’d implode if he didn’t fill her soon.

  The raspy hitch of his breathing as he stroked himself had her dripping wet in an instant. She rhythmically tugged the chain in time with his hand as he rubbed his length. God, watching him make himself hard for her was such a turn-on. Everything. Everything about him was a turn-on.

  He applied a condom and then attached a slender rod to the top of his modified leather cock ring. The attachment was several inches long, had a small knob on the end, and ran parallel to and a few inches above his cock. The small attachment appeared to be made of highly polished wood. She couldn’t begin to guess what the hell it was for. Did it interact with the contraption on her clit? While she let her imagination run wild, Gabe crawled up on the end of the bed with something hidden in his hand that he wouldn’t let her see. His intense gaze sent a trickle of apprehension down her spine. She’d never seen him look so serious. So determined.

  He rolled her onto her belly and then lifted her up onto her knees. Before she could let him know that doggy style was not her favorite position, he entered her several inches.

  She whimpered.

  “I just need to adjust this, baby. Hold still for me.”

  She felt the rod he’d attached to his cock ring press against her ass, and then something cold squirted against that bit of virginal territory. With the exception of his finger the night before, she’d never had anything in her back door. He rubbed the slippery substance over her tense opening, using his fingers to work it inside. Lube. If he rammed his enormous cock in her ass, it would probably kill her.

  “Wait,” she gasped.

  He shifted forward, and the ball at the end of the slender rod popped into her ass while his cock pressed deeper into her pussy.

  “Gabe, wait, I . . . ”

  “Does it hurt?”

  No, actually it felt fucking amazing. But she didn’t like things in her ass. At least that’s what she’d anticipated. She wasn’t exactly an expert at anal play.

  “Melanie?”

  “I’m not sure,” she admitted, rubbing her hot face against the covers. She concentrated on what she was feeling back there. The rod was so slender and his cock was so thick, she couldn’t feel much of anything inside her ass at all. It felt cool and wet, but she felt no pressure inside. “I can’t really feel it much now.”

  He pulled back and the knob at the end of his attachment popped out of her ass. She cried out in bliss.

  “Did you feel that?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “Y-yes.”

  “And did it feel good or did it hurt?”

  “Good.” It was the longest sentence she could manage.

  “Okay, I’m going to turn on the vibration now. Are you ready?”

  “Good.” She rocked backward, seeking double penetration again. “Feels good.”

  He reached around her body and pressed something between her legs. The device attached to her clit hummed to life. Her entire body went taut, and she moaned.

  “My goal is to make you scream my name. Give me what I want, but make me work for it.”

  He leaned against her back and reached under her, gathering the chain that was dangling from her belly into one fist. The pull tugged on her nipples and clit with just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure through her breasts and womb, yet it put a stop to the vibration against her clit. Gabe then loosened his grip, which eased the pull on her sensitized flesh but buzzed her clit again. He alternated between pulling the chain and allowing it to loosen—between tug and vibration—over and over again. It brought her to orgasm in seconds. Before she recovered, he began to pump his hips, filling her clenching pussy with thick cock and popping that little knob in and out of her ass until tears were streaming from both eyes and she was begging for mercy. He tugged the chain with each thrust, pleasuring so many parts of her at the same time that her body was lost to sensation and ecstasy.

  God, she was coming hard, so hard, and she couldn’t stop.

  “Gabe,” she cried. “Gabe! Gabe! Too much. Please.” And then she really was screaming his name. Loud and repeatedly. The only other word she could manage to scream was “fuck”.

  When her voice grew hoarse and eventually failed her, she comprehended he was chuckling at her insanity. “You need to practice some orgasm delaying techniques, Mel,” he said. At least that’s what she thought he said. Her ears were still ringing with her own screams. She fought to catch her breath, whimpering now, still consumed with pleasure, but too drained to scream anymore.

  He reached between her legs to shut off the vibrator and allowed the chain to sway beneath her with each of his powerful thrusts. He pounded against her cervix with each plunge inward and popped that maddening device out of her clenching ass with each outward stroke. She couldn’t decide which motion gave her more pleasure.

  She clung to the sheets beneath her face and closed her eyes, her entire body quivering. His concentration absolute, he didn’t seem close to finding his own release at all. Apparently, that cock ring of his assisted him with orgasm delay. She moaned as her pleasure began to rebuild. It felt so good. He felt so good. Filling her. Pressing deep. She rocked against him, encouraging his steady strokes.

  And as if his powerful thrusts weren’t enough, that little knob popping in and out of her slickened ass was driving her insane. He rested one hand on her ass to make sure it plunged into her at just the right angle. It teased her. Made her crave something larger inside there. Something thicker. Deeper. Made her think maybe she’d like him to fuck her there, too. Ram his huge, thick cock in her ass. Would it hurt? Would she be able to take it? Just thinking about it made her pussy tighten and her ass strain for increased stimulation. Soon she was coming again and screaming his name even louder. When the quaking of her body began to subside and only the occasional aftershock of pleasure pulsed through it, she lifted her face from the covers.

  “Please, Gabe. I can’t take anymore.”

  “Shh, baby. Almost. I’ll try to hurry for you.”

  His fingers dug into her hips, and he fucked her harder. Harder. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, because despite what she said, she wanted more. More Gabe. More. More.

  “More,” she sputtered, rubbing her sweaty face over the mattress. “Oh yes, please more.”

  “That’s it. Take all the pleasure I give you, baby. Take it.”

  He fisted his hand around the chain, yanking hard on her nipples and clit. Fuck. It hurt so good after all the pleasure he’d given her.

  “Spank me,” she pleaded.

  He landed one hard smack on the cheek of her ass and sent her flying ov
er the edge again. She clung to the bedclothes and let the pleasure wash over her. She didn’t know if his name was echoing in her mind or if she was still screaming it aloud. One thing was for sure, she was unequivocally lost in the man and never wanted to be found again.