Free 10 Nights by Karl Jones, Michelle Hughes, Amp Page A

lip hard as fear surged through her
and her body trembled.
    With an effort he
forced himself to stop and get to his feet, muttering a curse under his breath
at his lack of control. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight against
him, knowing he needed to slow things down. "You are just so damn
beautiful." He lifted her chin with his fingers so he could kiss her again,
but kissing her wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him and he drew back as her
fingers tangled in his hair.
    "I don't want
those sexy hands of yours hindering what I want to do with you tonight, sweetheart."
Stepping away from her he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the
loops.
    Her eyes were as big as
saucers as she watched him remove the belt; he could read her thoughts easily
and he chuckled. "Don't worry; I don't plan on using this on your
delectable body tonight." He dropped the belt to the floor and stepped
forward to pick her up, carrying her gently to the bed, where he laid her down.
She had just started to relax when he took out a silken scarf from the drawer
of the small night stand at the head of the bed. "Hold out your
hands," he instructed her.
    She hesitated for only
a second and was shocked when he reached down to grab her wrists in his strong
grip. Her heart felt as though it was going to beat its way out of her chest
and she struggled momentarily to free herself, the dark look that briefly
crossed his face was enough to make her stop however.
    "When I ask you to
do something, I expect it to be done immediately." Seeing how she had
visibly shrunk on the bed at his look and his words he smiled reassuringly at
her, he didn't want her terrified at that moment. With quick efficiency he
caught her wrists and tied them together with the scarf, making sure that it
wasn't too tight he then secured it to the headboard.
    For a few seconds he
watched as she struggled against the scarf. Under other circumstances he would
have gone with the leather cuffs that he kept in the same drawer, but just then
he thought the scarf was the better choice. Though he didn't want her to get
free, she could if she truly wanted to.
    "Now I can have my
wicked way with you, without worrying about you trying to stop me." In her
nervousness and fear she was chewing on her lip again, and he knew if she
didn't stop she would draw blood. Tapping his finger against her lips he shook
his head; he smiled with pleasure when she immediately stopped.
     "Now where were
we?" Lowering his eyes he allowed his gaze to roam over her flat stomach,
softly rounded hips and the small patch of downy curls at the apex of her
thighs. She was nicely trimmed and his fingers ached to dive inside those soft
folds. He tugged gently on the curls. "I might allow you to keep
these," he told her, enjoying her soft moan and the way her legs tensed.
    Settling on the bed
alongside her he ran his fingers through her silken folds, pleased at the
moisture her found there, which told him her body was enjoying things and was
ready to continue. He wasn't so pleased by the way her legs involuntarily
closed against the new sensation and he parted her legs, climbing between her
thighs to prevent them closing again. "Honey, if you try and close your
legs again I am going to tie you spread-eagled. I don't really want to do that
tonight, but I will if I have to, understand?"
    Leah nodded, and then
remembered that he expected her to answer him with words. "Yes,
S-sir." His fingers began stroking her. It was such an incredible feeling that
her eyes closed and she pushed her hips up, wanting more. It was amazing how
different it felt to have his fingers touching her, compared to her own clumsy
attempts to pleasure herself.
    "Open your eyes,
Leah; I want to see what I make you feel." He slowly slid a finger inside
her tight sheath, barely containing a groan at how she gripped his finger.
"Damn, you are so tight, baby."
    She forced her eyes
open as he began sliding his finger in and out, eliciting whimpers of