Read Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) for Free Online Page B

up,” he smiles down at me, and I can’t help but smile back.
     
    “That’s the point, isn’t it? I’m not worried, I know you’ll bounce back.” If the evenings we’re already spent together have been any indication, this will just be the first orgasm of many. “I want to do this for you,” I tell him softly. He relaxes back into the couch and I continue, this time swirling my tongue over the head of his cock every time I slide my mouth back to the tip. I feel his member twitch against my tongue and Matthew throws his head back as his seed fills my mouth.
     
    “Kendra, that was incredible.” Matthew helps me to my feet and stands up to pull his pants back up. As soon as he has them fastened, he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder, making me squeal.
     
    “What are ya doing? Put me down,” I kick my feet in the air playfully.
     
    He gives my ass a sharp smack, “I will.” He walks me down the echoing hallway to his bedroom, holding me like a firefighter rescuing a woman from a burning building.
     
    Matthew lays me on his sprawling, four poster bed and I lean back on my elbows, smiling at his antics. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pins me to the bed with his eyes.
     
    “Are you just gonna let me lie here like this?” I purr, “I thought you said that you like to have control in the bedroom Matthew,” I tease him.
     
    He arches his eyebrow with the thin white scar across it at me, “Don’t tempt me, Kendra.”
     
    “Try me,” I counter, sticking my chin out defiantly. I’m surprised by my own words; the wine must be making me brave.
     
    Matthew swiftly crosses the floor, opening the top drawer of his walnut dresser. My breathing grows shallow and quick as he pulls out a small coil of thin, nylon rope and a blindfold. He unzips his pants, leaving them in a fabric puddle on the floor. My eyes struggle to choose a focus, darting back and forth between the rope and his stiff cock.
     
    Dropping the accessories on the edge of the bed, he watches my reaction, amused. “Still think you’re ready?”
     
    My mind might be a little reluctant, but my body isn’t, my hard nipples and slick pussy are begging me to give in. “I know I am.”
     
    Matthew grabs my legs, pulling me toward him at the edge of the bed until he’s towering over me. “Take off your shirt, Kendra,” he demands.
     
    I sit up in front of him, trying not to get distracted by his throbbing erection. His blue  eyes flare with an intensity so overwhelming that I have to look away. I pretend to be preoccupied with unbuttoning my shirt to stop myself from being intimidated by yet another first for me. “This too?” I ask about my black lace bra. He answers me with a slight nod, and I toss it aside with my shirt.
     
    “Hold your arms together in front of you, like this,” he presses my forearms against each other. I comply, offering my hands to him like a criminal surrendering to a cop. Matthew ties a simple knot around my wrist and wraps the rope around my arms, slithering it up toward my elbows like a boa constrictor. After a few more knots, he seems satisfied with his work. Testing the rope, I’m surprised by how tight he’s tied me, my forearms don’t budge.
     
    “There’s no use in trying,” Matthew’s eyes twinkle, “the only way you’re getting out of that is when I let you out.” He places the blindfold over my eyes and secures it snug against my eyes. With my sight removed, I’m listening carefully to the quiet room, but I have no sense of where Matthew is until he pushes me backward onto the bed.
     
    He peels my pants and underwear off so quick that I barely have time to register that I’m naked before he hovers over me, his breath teasing my hard nipples. I arch my back to meet his mouth, but he effortlessly lifts me and moves me back on the bed, climbing between my legs. Matthew grabs the ropes, roughly hauling my arms up over my head and holds them against the mattress. I writhe against