“That just earned you time in the naughty chair,” he growled.

She let her teeth scrape the length of his shaft as she released it. Then she turned the vibrator on high and looked up at him. “Hit the stopwatch on your phone when this touches your dick.” Keeping an eye on his face, she placed the vibrating head on his balls.

“Jesus f**king Christ!” His whole body twitched.

She dragged it over them and back behind the tight sac. Then she slowly moved it up his shaft. When the vibrations reached the sweet spot beneath the cockhead, Celia was afraid Kyle was having some kind of seizure. She pulled the vibrator away; Kyle’s hand brought it right back to where she’d had it.

“Leave it,” he said gruffly.

Celia held the backside of his cock, letting the vibrator rest beneath the rim of his cockhead.

His breathing turned rabbit fast. His hands were clenched into fists. His head fell back. His thighs quivered. Then he let loose a wail and come erupted from his dick. Some splotches landed on the vibrating head. Some splashed her hand. Then he was done.

She shut off the machine and said, “Time.”

Kyle didn’t hear her. She grabbed his cell phone and checked the time. One minute and forty-seven seconds.

Heh-heh. Mr. Stamina didn’t even make the two-minute mark.

She bent down and brought his c**k into her mouth, suckling him gently.

He sighed and patted her head. “Whoa. Never felt anything like that before. My dick is still vibrating.” Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her off, giving her a goofy smile. “The weird thing? My ears are ringing.”

“You warning me to hide this bad boy so you don’t go deaf?”

“No need. Stand up, kitten, and face the wall.”

His abrupt change from charming to commanding brought a wee bit of trepidation. But she followed his instructions.

The nightstand drawer behind her opened. What was he getting? Handcuffs? The nipple clamps they hadn’t used yet?

He slipped a soft sleep mask over her eyes. “Arms behind your back.” As soon as her arms were in place she felt soft rope binding her wrists together.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“Since I saw your eyes heat when I mentioned tying you up.”

“I have a crappy poker face.”

Kyle’s breath skated across her ear. “I know.”

“Is that why you showed up at Breck’s poker games? Because you knew I’d be an easy mark?”

“No. I showed up so I could be in the same room with you, watching you, and no one would think anything of it.”

Her breath caught. “Really? Why?”

“Because I’ve wanted you for a lot longer than I let on, Celia. And now? I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“Tied up?”

“Naked and tied up.” He tugged her backward to settle her on the bed, pushing her thighs apart and tracing her slit. “Naked, tied up, and wet.”

“What are you gonna do to me?”

Kyle chuckled and then his mouth was cruising down her belly. “See how many times I can make you come with those vibrators.”

Celia jackknifed. “No! Kyle. You can’t.”

A firm push on her chest and she was flat on the mattress again. “I can so. You gave me free rein, remember? You said I could do anything I wanted with them. All four of them.”

“Oh God.”

He moved away. She suspected that if she tried to break free, the demented man would tie her legs to those hook things she’d seen that he’d added to the bottom of the bed frame.

Then he was back. “Let’s try this one first.” He turned on the one she’d used on him—she recognized the sound—but it didn’t stay by her ear for long.

Kyle gripped her left thigh and set the buzzing head directly on her clit.

She arched her hips, not sure if she was trying to throw it off or dig it in deeper.

“Steady. Let it happen. Because, kitten, it’s gonna happen.”

Her heart pounded. This wouldn’t last long. She might even beat his time.

Then the whirring sound increased. “I turned it to high. Just in case you were curious.” And he added a mean little chuckle.

“Kyle! You jerk.”

“Now, now, little wife of mine, is that any way to talk to the man who can keep you on edge for hours and not let you come at all?”

Dammit. He had a point.

Before she could retort, her pu**y muscles tightened and she came in a blinding rush. The vibrations intensified with each throb. She sighed with relief when he removed the vibrator.

“Breathe, baby.”

Celia inhaled and realized Kyle had been right. Her ears were ringing too.

“How was that, besides fast?”

“I think my crotch is numb.”

“Really?” A long, wet tongue licked straight up her sex and she groaned. “Not totally numb.”

“Thanks for clarifying that for me.”

“Anytime. Any other comments on the Super Duper Orgasmi-tron 2000?”

She laughed. “The pulses were intense, but didn’t last as long as when you give me an orgasm. It’s just fast. But I like that slow buildup you do so well.”

Kyle kissed her for a good, long time. Then he murmured, “Let’s give the purple pu**y eater a spin.”

“You really intend to try every one of those vibrators on me tonight?”

“Yep.”

And he did.