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the underside of her thigh the squeak turned into a squeal.
“Not that I would be happy to let you go.” He patted her leg and smoothed his hand over the spot he’d bitten. “But I would.”
Oh, so not fair . The bite had set up a chain reaction, sending surges of sensation to her groin and breasts, and with his hand rubbing her leg the feeling strengthened. Mouth parted a little, she stared down at where he held her thigh in both hands, massaging.
“I thought...” Her words came out rough and she cleared her throat and started again. “I thought you’d walk out if I questioned you at all?”
“Not anymore,” he said, voice on the verge of a growl. “I know now that you like this, Faith. If you let me, if you trust me enough, I’ll show you a world of pleasure.”
“Oh.” Sweet Jesus . Put like that... She might know him for a thousand days and yet not know how he’d treat her once he had her bound. Jeremy, ever so staid and sensible Jeremy, trusted Mr. Meisner. It wasn’t as if she could ask for references. She nibbled her lip. Jeremy trusted him. That would do. That and what she’d seen of his behavior. The man frightened her at times but, somehow, that only added to his allure. She liked that wild edge of his personality.
He’d been waiting patiently. “Done?”
Go away, sensible brain .
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. I’ll let you...I mean–”
“Good. Then no more nonsense. Hold your ankles.” Without waiting, he pushed the ankle of the leg he held right up close to her bottom, took her hand and made her wrap it around the ankle. The cord seemed to have magically appeared in his hands. With the ease of practice, he wound it about ankle and wrist, and tied it snugly. He shifted across on his stomach to her other side, and put his hand out as if waiting for something.
The switch from nice and patient to sir had left her stunned and blinking. Already he’d secured her on one side. She could feel how little give there was–and there was none.
“Faith.”
Hurriedly, she grabbed her other ankle, watching as he repeated the winding of the cord and the knots. Now her legs were spread open and wide. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. Helpless...so peculiar, how she enjoyed this . Emotions tugged at her and she couldn’t say exactly what they were, except she felt lost, released from the normal things that anchored her to the everyday world.
“There,” he said. “Now I have you exactly as I want you, and you can’t do anything about it. Can you?” She looked back at him, and found she couldn’t even seem to nod. Those brown eyes assessed her before he placed his hand over her mound, his fingers pressing into her slit. “So very nicely wet. It means you do like this. You know that? Answer me, Faith.”
Strange, but tears had gathered in her eyes. She tried to ignore them but one welled up and leaked down the side of her face. “Yes. I know.”
He pushed himself off the bed and came around to where he could sit beside her head then brushed away the track of her tear. “It’s all right, sweetheart. This can get a bit much the first time.”
* * * *
The first time . There was falsehood in those words, Leonhardt thought. Though this wasn’t his first time tying up a woman, by any way of measuring things, still, what he’d said made it sound like he’d dealt with tears before.
Faith looked up at him with those wide, puppylike eyes–all trusting and giving. He could just forge on and do exactly what he wanted. After all she was enjoying this...
“Tears. Damnation.” He lowered himself until he stretched alongside her, propped on his elbow. Black strands of her hair had strayed out across the bed and fairly begged him to toy with them. So he did. With his other hand he cupped her chin and caressed her lower lip–so endearingly puffy and pink from his kissing. His cock jumped when it touched Faith’s ankle and the spike of pleasure made it stiffen even
“Not that I would be happy to let you go.” He patted her leg and smoothed his hand over the spot he’d bitten. “But I would.”
Oh, so not fair . The bite had set up a chain reaction, sending surges of sensation to her groin and breasts, and with his hand rubbing her leg the feeling strengthened. Mouth parted a little, she stared down at where he held her thigh in both hands, massaging.
“I thought...” Her words came out rough and she cleared her throat and started again. “I thought you’d walk out if I questioned you at all?”
“Not anymore,” he said, voice on the verge of a growl. “I know now that you like this, Faith. If you let me, if you trust me enough, I’ll show you a world of pleasure.”
“Oh.” Sweet Jesus . Put like that... She might know him for a thousand days and yet not know how he’d treat her once he had her bound. Jeremy, ever so staid and sensible Jeremy, trusted Mr. Meisner. It wasn’t as if she could ask for references. She nibbled her lip. Jeremy trusted him. That would do. That and what she’d seen of his behavior. The man frightened her at times but, somehow, that only added to his allure. She liked that wild edge of his personality.
He’d been waiting patiently. “Done?”
Go away, sensible brain .
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. I’ll let you...I mean–”
“Good. Then no more nonsense. Hold your ankles.” Without waiting, he pushed the ankle of the leg he held right up close to her bottom, took her hand and made her wrap it around the ankle. The cord seemed to have magically appeared in his hands. With the ease of practice, he wound it about ankle and wrist, and tied it snugly. He shifted across on his stomach to her other side, and put his hand out as if waiting for something.
The switch from nice and patient to sir had left her stunned and blinking. Already he’d secured her on one side. She could feel how little give there was–and there was none.
“Faith.”
Hurriedly, she grabbed her other ankle, watching as he repeated the winding of the cord and the knots. Now her legs were spread open and wide. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. Helpless...so peculiar, how she enjoyed this . Emotions tugged at her and she couldn’t say exactly what they were, except she felt lost, released from the normal things that anchored her to the everyday world.
“There,” he said. “Now I have you exactly as I want you, and you can’t do anything about it. Can you?” She looked back at him, and found she couldn’t even seem to nod. Those brown eyes assessed her before he placed his hand over her mound, his fingers pressing into her slit. “So very nicely wet. It means you do like this. You know that? Answer me, Faith.”
Strange, but tears had gathered in her eyes. She tried to ignore them but one welled up and leaked down the side of her face. “Yes. I know.”
He pushed himself off the bed and came around to where he could sit beside her head then brushed away the track of her tear. “It’s all right, sweetheart. This can get a bit much the first time.”
* * * *
The first time . There was falsehood in those words, Leonhardt thought. Though this wasn’t his first time tying up a woman, by any way of measuring things, still, what he’d said made it sound like he’d dealt with tears before.
Faith looked up at him with those wide, puppylike eyes–all trusting and giving. He could just forge on and do exactly what he wanted. After all she was enjoying this...
“Tears. Damnation.” He lowered himself until he stretched alongside her, propped on his elbow. Black strands of her hair had strayed out across the bed and fairly begged him to toy with them. So he did. With his other hand he cupped her chin and caressed her lower lip–so endearingly puffy and pink from his kissing. His cock jumped when it touched Faith’s ankle and the spike of pleasure made it stiffen even
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