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An Excerpt From: THE NAKED BUTLER
Copyright © TUESDAY MORRIGAN, 2006
All Rights Reserved, Changeling Press, Inc.

“We need a safe word, something you can say when things get too… rough.”

Marilyn licked her lips. “I don’t need a safe word.”

“We always need a safety word. Bellissimo, that’s our safe word.”

“Bellissimo,” she gasped, shocked.

“Yes,” he said with a harsh smile. “I doubt you’ll be saying that in the heat of passion. The safe word needs to be something you’ll only say when you want me to stop.”

“Bellissimo,” she said softly, understanding dawning. No, she would never say that in her heat of passion.

One large, muscular leg swung over her waist, so that he was straddling her. Dante quickly cuffed her other arm to the bed. Marilyn’s belly muscles jumped beneath him.

Marilyn watched Dante slowly lower his dark head until his full mouth was less than an inch away from her. He stared into her eyes for long moments. Marilyn felt herself get impossibly wetter. There was nothing like staring into his eyes, waiting for his kiss. It did more for her libido than a vibrator had ever done.

She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and waited for him to close the abyss that separated them.

The sweetness of the kiss was shocking. Dante was full of so much tension and desire. Marilyn had mentally prepared herself for a bruising kiss. Instead Dante’s lips, soft and coaxing, moved over her mouth. Marilyn parted her lips and flicked her tongue against the seam of his mouth.

Dante growled something incomprehensible and opened his mouth for her. Her tongue stroked in to slide against his. She wanted more, needed more. Marilyn reached out to pull Dante closer to her. The cuffs on her wrists clinked, but her hands didn’t move. She would feel what he wanted her to feel. She would scream when he wanted her to scream. She would be entirely at his mercy.

Dante pulled away, breaking off the kiss, but not before nipping her bottom lip. She gasped at the teasing pain.

He knelt between her splayed legs and looked down at her bound body. Marilyn was so aroused she flinched when Dante placed his palms on her ankles. Her body broke out in shivers as he moved his rough, callused palms over her body, up her legs, thighs, and hips. They caressed the soft valley of her belly before molding the hills of her full breasts. She bit her lip to keep from gasping when he plucked both her nipples.

His cognac eyes darkened to a molten chocolate color. He teased the nubs again. Refusing to give in, Marilyn clenched her jaw against the groan that wanted to erupt from her soul.

He grinned at her. “So, you want to play?” he asked seconds before his hot mouth descended on her left nipple. Marilyn was so shocked by the amount of pleasure that she lurched off the bed. Dante adjusted himself so that his kneeling thighs sat under her buttocks, lifting her hips. The bulge between his jeans-clad thighs nudged against her sex.

Marilyn closed her eyes and sank into the pleasurable web Dante had spun. His mouth on her breast felt good enough to make her wish it would never end. Then there was the rough, teasing hand that played with her other nipple as he rubbed his swollen cock against her satin-clad sex.

She could feel herself running up to that ledge that promised ultimate satisfaction. With a blinding thought Marilyn realized she was going to orgasm. She panted, praying and waiting for that moment when her body would explode and shatter into a million beautiful pieces.

Dante stopped suddenly. He stopped suckling her breast. He stopped playing with her nipple. He stopped rubbing his cock against her pussy. He stopped and pulled away from her so the only part of her body touching him was her ass.

He gave her a harsh grin. “Impressive, Cheeks, but I wonder how many times you can handle coming down from a high before you scream for me.”

He reached across the bed and grabbed two small items from the bedside table. Marilyn stared at his hands, trying to figure out what he was holding. “Nipple clamps,” he said matter-of-factly.

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