Cole’s Little Bird (I’m Not Ticklish!): A BDSM Explicit Erotica Story (The Ticklish Part of Paige Book 2)

Paige is excited to have Cole in the same location now. That means he’s accessible to her all the time. She’s in the mood to provoke, though. If she provokes Cole, she’s sure to have to deal with torment. It’s such an impossible situation! How can she so desperately want him to skitter his fingertips over her, to tickle her until she screams, while simultaneously being terrified of it? It doesn’t matter. She’s made her ticklish bed, and now she’s laughing in it. Paige will endure an intense session, and Cole is a whole hell of a lot of things but none of those things is merciful…especially when he gets to her feet!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes tickling, BDSM, domination and submission, sex toys, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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She felt a small flush of pride at his words followed by a burst of frightened anticipation. Was he applying pressure to her knee? It was possible, but she couldn’t tell. Or could she? Maybe there was definitely pressure. It was possible that was just an effect of his other movement as he leaned forward to peer into her eyes from only inches away. She sighed from the closeness and felt a good portion of the nervous excitement give way to simple adoration.
Cole smiled. “But we need to practice. Who am I?”
Paige stiffened up a bit. She wasn’t sure how much of that had to do with wondering about the pressure at her knee and how much had to do with the slight recurrence of the shame for omitting the title previously. He asked again in the same gentle tone, although a bit of darkness flashed behind his eyes.
“Who am I?”
“You are Sir.” Paige breathed out the words and bit her lower lip. There was really a strange combination of both excitement and shame, that strange, light shame that came with the willful, purposeful disobedience prior to play. She felt his fingers squeeze just a bit; she was certain of it. It wasn’t direct pressure like it ordinarily might be, but it was certainly visceral Maybe it was inadvertent, actually. Maybe the excitement of the situation had her feeling that way. Maybe he wasn’t really applying pressure. It was maddening not to know, and she bit her lower lip in frustration.
Cole spoke again. “Tell me again who I am, little one.”
She shivered because his fingers definitely moved then. She almost laughed, but instead she sighed because he wasn’t starting the torment after all. He merely slid his hand off her knee to cup her chin and lift her eyes to his.
Paige looked into his eyes and said firmly, “You are Sir.”
“So why, little one,” he said as his free hand suddenly moved to her knee and his fingertips lightly brushed over her skin, sending slivers of involuntary terror and thrills through her, “do you keep forgetting that?”
Paige bit her lip again, this time to hold back a nervous chuckle of anticipation.
“I don't know, Sir. I'm sorry.” She couldn’t completely hide the laughter from her voice, and she was pretty sure anyway that she didn’t want to.
Cole raised an eyebrow. “I find it hard to believe you're sorry when you're chuckling at me.”
She gasped as his hand moved lower to encircle her kneecap, fingertips tap dancing slightly clockwise and slightly counter-clockwise.
“Is it funny that I want to be treated with respect?” he growled.
Paige’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes met his because his familiar glee was so damn evident. It was sadistic, evil glee and, as she dealt with the terror and arousal the look brought, the eyes added the element of impatience with the speed of her answer.
“No, Sir!” Paige squeaked the response out before chomping down hard on her lower lip to keep her laughter quiet. All the while, Cole kept his fingers moving, which made holding back the laughter even more difficult.