Free Unbridled Temptation by Elle Saint James

her. “Are you ready?”
    “I’m not sure,” she said honestly. She threw her arms around his neck, plastered her mouth over his, and kissed him hard one more time before giving up her control. He kissed her back, but she knew he’d be more forceful once he had total control. She hoped she was ready for this.
    “Do you remember what to say to make me stop if I do something you don’t like?”
    “Yes. Stagecoach.”
    “Right. The thing is, if you say it again, I’m going stop, I promise, but I won’t start again. So don’t say it unless you’re ready to end this for good. Got it?”
    Her heart palpitated, but she nodded. “I understand.”
    He turned away and reached for something out of sight between the sofa back and the head of the bed.
    Truthfully, she was a little excited to experience something new, until he turned back with a set of what looked like leather wrist manacles chained together. In a forceful, commanding tone, he said, “Put these on.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Logan was on only the barest edge of control. Jocelyn had turned into more than just an afternoon’s entertainment. He could already see her as a regular feature in his life. If she lasted through round two, that was. He genuinely hoped she would. Her eyes widened in what looked like utter panic the moment he handed her the leather manacles.
    His heart fell when she handed them back to him. But then she said, “Will you help me put them on? I don’t know exactly how they work.”
    “Certainly.” The truth was, he had to help her put them on anyway. She was a quick study. He unbuckled the strap of one leather fastener, she inserted her wrist compliantly, and he buckled it securely in place. She raised the other arm and didn’t hesitate, show fear, or balk at being cuffed.
    “Get into the middle of the bed. Lie on your back. Arms over your head.” He practically salivated as she did exactly what she was told. His cock throbbed with the need to fuck hard, fast, and with finality in his thrusts. He wasn’t lying when he’d told her he’d almost climaxed before. Having her scream his name over and over as her pussy clamped down on his cock had been, in fact, sublime.
    In retrospect, he probably should have let loose in round one, but the idea of putting her in manacles to fuck her senseless had been in his head since she’d stepped the first foot out of the stagecoach this morning.
    After the intense foreplay of round one, he wouldn’t last too much longer either. Every time his still-rigid cock brushed the inside of his boxers, he had to think calm thoughts.
    He stripped his shirt off and carefully removed his boots and socks, jeans, and boxers. The condom he wore was probably fine, but just in case, he stripped it off and put a fresh one in place.
    Jocelyn was absolutely beautiful. He climbed in the bed, and her body went rigid. He stroked the length of one thigh and then the other, until she relaxed. Putting his hand over her bound wrists, Logan lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her like he loved to do now that she was bound securely.
    Several deep, tongue-thrusting moments later she relaxed. Then she moaned, and he was almost undone.
    Logan moved his kisses down her throat to one pert-tipped breast and then the other. Her back arched as he sucked on her, but her hands remained securely above her head. He shifted again and kissed a path to her belly and then below.
    He was like a kid in a candy store. Every part of her looked so good, he wasn’t sure where to start. He buried his face between her thighs and licked her pussy lips. She tasted fantastic. Grabbing each of her outer thighs for better leverage, Logan pressed his mouth over her clit and sucked.
    He was looking for a reaction.
    He got one.
    She bucked, arched her back, and squealed. Her hands moved as if she aimed to touch his head. He crawled back up her body on all fours. His gaze went to where her hands had quickly moved back into position above her head.
    “I know