Free Hunted by Ella Ardent Page B

and tight in her arousal.
    “Sore?” he mouthed, and she shook her head a little. “Still, let me help.” He bent his head and flicked his tongue across one taut peak, her moan of pleasure more of a vibration he felt than an audible sound. He teased the nipple, not having to coax it to a peak, licking it and suckling it until she closed her eyes and arched her back in pleasure.
    Then he did the same to the other one. He ran his hands over her soft skin, savoring how sexy she was and how willing, then unfastened the front of her khaki pants. He pushed both pants and panties down to her thighs, and eased his finger between her thighs. She wriggled and bucked her hips as his finger was swallowed into her wet puss.
    She was as ready as he was. She moaned again, a deliciously helpless sound, and rubbed herself against his hand.
    “You need to be trained,” Damon said and pinched her clitoris quickly before removing his hand. Shara gasped then flushed, but he stretched out beside her again. He leaned against her as he whispered in her ear, his lips against her skin. He could feel her shiver.
    “I knew that when I first saw you,” he confessed. “I knew it at the Tidy Market, when I saw you choosing avocados.” He felt her gasp of surprise and saw that her eyes had widened. “You were wearing that blue dress, the one that clings a little bit under your butt. I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.”
    She was staring at him and he knew she remembered, that she’d noticed him as well.
    But he’d guessed as much.
    He ran his fingertips over her. “Then I saw you everywhere. I wasn’t stalking you and I knew you weren’t stalking me, but every time I turned around, there you were.” He met her gaze. “A siren tempting me to say hello.” Damon sighed. “But I like games of captivity. I couldn’t imagine that such a beautiful woman would want to play like this. I couldn’t believe it when I got the message from The Phoenix.” He met her gaze and saw she wasn’t even breathing, she was watching him so intently. He lowered his voice even more. “Maybe it’s kismet.”
    Shara, to his pleasure, nodded.
    Damon frowned. “But a good slave has to be trained. A good captive has to be obedient.”
    Shara nodded again, more vigorously this time.
    “Maybe she has to prove that she wants to be a captive, that she wants to be hunted over and over and over again, to be bound helpless and fucked slowly.” He arched a brow. “Every night and every day for the rest of her life.”
    Shara closed her eyes as if overwhelmed by the prospect and a flush touched her cheeks. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, her hips moving restlessly. The smell of her was almost more than Damon could stand.
    “So, we’ll find out this weekend if you can be trained, if you even want to be trained to be mine.”
    He rolled her to her stomach then, and cut the bond that bound her ankles to her wrists. Before she could twist away, he straddled her, pinning her to the ground. He kept his thighs locked tightly around her waist, liking how it felt when she flailed and thrashed beneath him. “I like your hair short,” he whispered and she flicked a playful glance back at him. “Fight me,” he commanded, and felt her coil her strength to do just that.
    Then he cut the cable tie that bound her wrists together. He quickly tugged down Shara’s shirt and bra so her arms were caught in the garments. She bucked and twisted, wriggling like a fish. She got one arm free and he seized her wrist, clamping her other arm against her side with his knee. He’d sunk a steel bracket into the ground earlier, right through the floor of the tent, at the far end of the tent in preparation for this very moment. He’d left a blanket over it so she wouldn’t notice, but leaned forward to push the blanket aside. Shara gave a little cry when she saw the black leather shackles bound to the bracket, but Damon had the wrist secured before she could