Chapter 67

He sighed and lifted his hands, letting her tie them to a sturdy pipe.

Next came the blindfold.

“Sugar, I really think—”

“Shhh!” she said as she tied it over his eyes. Once she was done, she straddled him. With angry hands, she grabbed and tore at his shirt, popping the buttons, and jerking at his belt.

“You’re so rough,” he said. “I like it.”

“Do you?” she answered as she traced her fingers along his muscled body. “You look wonderful without your clothes on.”

Lupercus smiled. “Yes, I keep myself in shape.”

“Time to begin,” Sugar whispered as she stoked the gently growing fire with her fingers and her lips.

As the seconds passed, he began to writhe and moan with the involuntary tremors of arousal. “Sugar,” he rasped, the sound of desire in his voice. “I must touch you.”

“Not yet,” she whispered in his ear. “I want you wild with desire.” Lifting herself upward, she touched his mouth with her own, lightly.