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tension it created was no longer potent enough for his
wicked purpose, he tossed that strip away and pulled off another.
    And he began again.

Chapter Five
     
    It wasn’t until she was weeping and sighing and wriggling
and smearing cream all over his nice leather seats that he stopped.
    He ripped off two fresh pieces and slapped them over her
nipples, rubbing them hard to make sure the adhesive took. “Get out of the
truck.”
    As she levered herself out, horrifyingly aware of her nudity
in the garage—a place she’d never been naked, for heaven’s sake—he came around
to meet her.
    He jostled her breasts. “How does that feel?”
    Awful. Wonderful. Weird. “I can feel it pulling whenever I
move.”
    “Good. I want you to be aware of your nipples. How sensitive
they are. Do you like it?”
    She nibbled on her lower lip. “Yes.” Lord, yes. It was
torment, but delicious torment. The constant play of the adhesive on her
sensitized tips was already driving her to distraction.
    “Are you ready to go into the house?”
    She nodded. Her skin prickled with goose bumps. She wasn’t
entirely sure if it was the chill in the air or the heat coursing through her
body. Probably a bit of both.
    “Okay. Turn around.”
    She obeyed and then flinched because she heard the rip of
duct tape once more. Lordy. What was he going to do with that?
    “Put your elbows behind your back.”
    She hesitated.
    “Do it, Bella.”
    The movement, the stretching of her arms, caused her breasts
to rise, made the tape tug—ever so gently—on her nipples. She sobbed but that
didn’t stop him. He bound her elbows together, locking them firmly behind her
back.
    She wriggled, testing the bonds, making her bare breasts
bobble, making her ache. There was no hope of escape.
    Then again, she didn’t really want to escape.
    “There we go.” He studied her. She could tell by the dark
glint in his eye, the tight planes of his cheeks, he liked what he saw—her
breasts high, arms bound behind her, her bare, dripping muff.
    He stroked her cheek then made his way over her chest,
across her belly and to her pussy. But he didn’t touch her there. When she
murmured in protest, he grinned. It was a feral grin.
    “Later, darling,” he whispered.
    He grabbed the bag of hardware, dropped the duct tape into
it and led her up the stairs, into the house. Bella was mortified. She was
naked, bound and prancing through her kitchen. Thank God he didn’t lead her
into the living room, where all the drapes were wide open. Instead, he headed
down the hall to the bedroom.
    Yes. The bedroom. She was ready for the bedroom. So ready.
Slickness coated her thighs. He would notice it too when he touched her there.
    Then he’d fuck her.
    But he didn’t fuck her. At least not just then. He didn’t
even put her on the bed. Instead, he pulled the ladder chair out from the desk
and set her on it, lifting her arms over the back.
    He dumped the shopping bag out on the bed and took his time
arranging the items there, the pliers—oh, now they made her shudder—the hammer,
the Velcro, the rope, the paintbrush.
    What on earth was he going to do?
    Oh.
    Hell.
    He’d found the duct tape again. Without a word, he yanked on
it. Bella winced at the screeching sound it made. Tae grinned and walked toward
her, holding out a long, sticky length. He wrapped the strip around her waist,
strapping her tightly to the chair. Taping her to the chair.
    She would have bellowed in outrage but she knew better. As
it was, the sound that came out was a wordless mewl. He toyed with her nipples
and brushed a finger lightly over her clit.
    “Mmm.” From the thrum of his voice, she knew he’d discovered
her wetness. He knelt before her until they were eye to eye. “Bella, I want you
to look at these items, honey. I want you to think about them. And imagine what
I’m going to do with them. Okay?”
    She nodded. Hell. She’d already been doing that and her mind
was awhirl.
    He kissed her and stood.