shoulder and kissed
her neck, sending her senses into a spiraling tornado of need.
She wanted him to kiss her, wanted
his lips to ravage hers.
How could she allow this? How could
her body want this unreasonable man?
Chapter Six
Kadin paused to sip his wine and watched
the lovely Angelica relax against the cushions. The soft swell of her bosom
rose and fell with her breathing.
She had to be the sexiest woman in
the world. He had barely been able to contain himself when she had been bound
against the wall and his women had touched her. He had almost burst at the
erotic sight of her in the full glory of orgasm.
She reached for her wine and
sipped, watching him. He thought about pressing his lips to the soft swell of
her breasts, of freeing those breasts and capturing one enchanting nipple in
his mouth. Of licking it, then sucking lightly, and feeling it harden and
pebble in his mouth.
"You're going to have to force
me, you know?" she said flatly. "If you insist on this punishment of
yours."
His gaze darted back to her face
and his eyes narrowed. He remembered the books she'd carried in her purse.
Clearly, the idea of being captured and forced to submission turned her on. The
thought occurred to him that maybe she was suggesting he do just that. Force
her. As in, role-playing.
Maybe she wanted him to take on the
role of dominating her. He had to admit, playing a game such as this appealed
to him.
He beset a fierce expression on his
face and dragged her toward him. His lips captured hers with a mastery meant to
take her breath away. And it did.
Her soft lips moved delicately
under his. His groin clenched and his cock, already in a state of semi-arousal,
grew harder. Her delicate breath brushed against his face and he inhaled it,
wanting to consume her.
She wanted him to force her, he was
sure. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her down onto the couch while he nipped
her neck, then kissed down her chest, anticipating the feel of her glorious
breasts in his mouth. She made tiny protests, vague whimpers in a gasping voice
that merely fueled the fire in his blood.
His lips climbed the mount of her
glorious breasts. He shifted her left wrist against her right and held both in
one hand, freeing his other to pull back the edge of the fabric of her bra.
Fully into the play, she struggled beneath him. Her bared breast shared the
secret of her real feelings, however, the nipple standing tall and proud,
inviting him to touch it.
He covered it with his mouth,
stroked it with his tongue. She was such a delicious, sinfully sexy woman. She
began to struggle harder, protesting louder.
"No. Don't."
"But I am your master,"
he asserted, in a commanding voice. "You must bend to my will."
He freed her other nipple and
sucked it deep into his mouth. She moaned, a sound of pure pleasure, in total
contradiction to her mock protests.
He needed both hands free, so he
decided to bind her. That way she could still struggle. Not wanting to go in
search of cuffs, he sat on her hips, pinning her firmly between his legs, and
twisted around to grasp the bottom of her skirt and tear off a strip. She
gasped.
He tried to grab her wrists but she
kept pulling them away.
"No. Let me go."
Finally, he captured them firmly
and wrapped them tightly in the silk fabric, then tied the other end to the leg
of the heavy marble table beside the couch. She was magnificent as she
struggled against the bond, her cheeks flushed, her silky chestnut hair wild
like a temptress.
"Please stop."
He would have believed her
plaintive cries if her nipples weren't so hard and pebbled and if she didn't
have a look of yearning in her eyes. Still, the sounds disturbed him. He didn't
want to ruin the mood by asking her to stop so, remaining in character, he tore
another strip from her skirt and tied it around her mouth, securing it with a
tight knot.
She shook her head wildly back and
forth while he reached around behind her and unfastened her bra. In seconds,
her