Free Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) by Ella Ardent

no matter what he told her. He was interested in her. He was attracted to her. She wondered if she could ever be more than a toy to him, and how she would go about achieving that.
    His gaze locked with hers then, as if he’d caught her straying outside the bounds of their agreement, even in her imagination. Awareness sizzled between them, and Kendra was sure he would kiss her. She leaned closer, but he stopped her with a fingertip on the tip of her nose.
    “Kisses are for romantic relationships, Miss Jones. We have an arrangement in which romance and emotion play no roles.”
    “I disagree, sir,” she dared to say.
    “You are an instrument and no more,” he whispered, his voice so soft that Kendra didn’t believe him. “Don’t tease yourself that it’s otherwise.”
    “But. . .”
    “Silence, Miss Jones. I’m not yet ready to gag you.”
    Kendra closed her mouth abruptly at the implied promise in that.
    She swallowed as he reached to remove the clips from her hair. He took them out, one at a time, once again working methodically and easily. When her hair fell loose over her shoulders, he speared his fingers through it and lifted his hands, letting her hair run through his fingers. He did that again, but locked his hands around her head. His grip was possessive and made her feel wonderfully captive.
    “Part your lips,” he commanded. “Your mouth must always be available.”
    Kendra parted her lips, again hoping to tempt him to kiss her.
    He smiled a little, but his gaze was resolute. “You will never again sit with your knees pressed together.”
    “Because that must be available to you, too?”
    He smiled. “Yes, Miss Jones. You are mine.” His smile faded. “And you have signed an agreement that you will never keep yourself from me.”
    “Mr. Stirling’s toy.”
    “Exactly, even if you are an impertinent one.”
    Kendra said nothing.
    “Fortunately for you, I find your comments entertaining. Provocative, even. I am prepared to let you speak sometimes at will, Miss Jones.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    He leaned on the desk, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. “Straddle my legs, Miss Jones. It’s a good way to teach you to keep your thighs apart.” Kendra did as she was told. He beckoned to her with a finger, a wicked smile on his lips. She stepped forward, then again, her heart pounding when he motioned for her to stop. She was standing over him and before him, bound, his thighs between her own and the fine wool of his trousers brushing the inside of her thighs. She could feel the heat of his body and the answering simmer in her own.
    He reached out with one hand and slid his fingers along one rope, easing his fingertips into her wet puss. The touch of his fingers on her clitoris was electrifying, but Kendra didn’t dare move.
    She couldn’t help but gasp.
    “Tell me about your fantasies, Miss Jones,” he invited, then began to caress her with deliberate strokes. His fingers were between her labia, his touch setting her on fire, and she could see from his expression that he intended to be leisurely about this. “Did I mention that you’re forbidden to climax without permission?”
    “No, sir.” Kendra’s voice sounded high and breathless even to herself. He slid a finger inside her and she barely stifled a gasp of surprise.
    “Ah, it’s in the contract.” His fingers moved over her clitoris again, his firm touch making her want to squirm. She couldn’t help but shudder. “Close your eyes, Miss Jones. You might find it easier.”
    She did as he instructed and immediately felt better. She couldn’t surrender to the moment more readily and felt her body relax slightly. She was still incredibly excited, but the anxiety was fading.
    “Same as a blindfold,” he murmured. “Some people are settled by the darkness.”
    “Yes, sir. It appears I’m one of them.”
    “I know. Tell me, Miss Jones, why was it exciting to have Leon tie you up? Was it the bonds? The location?