He chuckled. “So fair, it shows your arousal, easily.” Her skin flushed deeper, and she squirmed beneath his touch. She was going to be fun to tease and torment. His cock pulsed at the idea. Reaching for the feather tickler, he ran it over her nose, across her lips, down her throat, and between her breasts.
Her lips parted, and her breathing increased. He trailed the feather down to her stomach, twirling it around her belly button as she sucked her stomach in.
“Do you know what this is, pet?”
Janie shook her head, and he swatted her hip. “Words, Janie.”
“No, Sir. I don’t.”
“Concentrate, pet.” He began to move the tickler again. “Feel the way it brushes against your skin, the texture.”
“It’s soft and it tickles, Sir.” Her nose wrinkled up as she concentrated. “Is it a feather, Sir?”
“Yes. It’s a feather tickler.” He twirled it around her navel. “It’s made to tantalize and tease.” He put the feather back, picked up the silk scarf, and ran it over the skin of her arms and legs.
When she was able to guess what it was, he picked up the shaving brush. With each item she became more aroused; her skin was flushed, her breathing rapid. Her legs had parted, and Cole couldn’t help but smile. Her body was relaxing into pleasure.
“It’s a brush of some sort, Sir.”
“Shaving brush.” He let the item clatter onto the headboard. Finding the foam sea sponge, he slipped his hand inside it and turned on the vibrator.
Janie shivered when he ran it over her outer thigh, making circles, then moved to her inner thigh. She let out a moan, and her legs parted further, just giving him a glimpse of her nether lips.
“Am I arousing you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She squirmed on the mattress.
“Be still or I’ll punish you.”
She groaned but stopped moving. She wouldn’t be able to hold out long against his plans. His blood tingled in anticipation of her reactions.
Janie fought against wiggling. She didn’t want to be punished, but Cole was going to kill her. First the feather, then the scarves and the shaving brush. Now this crazy vibrating sponge. She really should tell him what it was, but she was enjoying the vibrations against her skin.
Her muscles tightened and released with each pass of the sponge on her thighs. Would he use it on her pussy? Her channel was wet, and her clit throbbed with need. She had a feeling that one touch from that sponge on her clit and she’d shoot off like a rocket.
But Cole avoided the area. Teasing her by not touching her where she wanted it the most. He urged her onto her stomach. The muscles in her shoulders purred at the vibrations, causing them to loosen, then the vibrations moved down over her ass.
Oh, my. She shifted without meaning to. “Sponge, Sir,” she said quickly. The sponge was lifted, and she waited for a spank, but none was forthcoming.
“Roll over.”
The sheets were cool against her skin even though she’d been lying on them. Most of her muscles were lax. He’d soothed her into a state of almost complete relaxation, except for her core. The mattress shifted, and she tried to think of what he might have in store for her now. His fingers traced the curve of her left breast, and she jumped.
“Sensitive?” he asked.
“A bit, Sir.” It surprised her, but she was very aware of his touch. Her nerves tingled from his torment, and she’d never felt so alive.
“Still good?”
“Green, Sir.” He hadn’t done anything so far that she’d object to. Something rough and stinging ran down her right arm, and she sucked in a breath. Then it moved to her left arm. “Steel wool, Sir.”
“No.” He slid it over the top part of her chest, into the valley between her breasts, over the curve of her breasts, to her stomach.
Janie concentrated. Whatever it was, it was stiff and hard. Metal of some sort, but what? “Grill brush, Sir?” It had that texture to it, but not quite the right shape.
“Try again.”
He slid it down her right leg, then over the bottom of her foot. She giggled and drew her foot away.
