Free Wild Ride by Opal Carew Page B

need.  Pleasure swelled inside her and she moaned again.
    “Oh, God, yes!”  She groaned and rode the rising wave.  “I’m going to…”
    “Say my name when you come,” he murmured against her ear.
    She moaned, blissful sensations bombarding her.
    “Say it,” he insisted.
    “Killer.”  She gasped.  “Oh, Killer.”`
    An orgasm exploded through her, sending her careening into a rapturous state of pure joy.  He continued to drive into her, stoking her pleasure to new heights.
    She clung to him, wailing her release.
    Finally, she settled back to earth.  He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his side, pulling her close to his body.  Her head rested against his solid chest, his heartbeat lulling her into sleep.
    * * *
    Killer held her close to him, her soft body pressed tight to him.  His cock, although emptied the first time, had stayed hard within her and he’d driven her to a spectacular orgasm.  His name on her lips had set his head spinning.  He loved hearing it, but he didn’t want to.
    Fuck, he was a total idiot.  He was falling for a woman who was in love with another man.  And even if she wasn’t, he couldn’t start a  relationship with a woman now.  Not with his life in turmoil, and everything about to change.
    He tightened his arms around her and realized the only sensible thing to do was end this before it went any further.
    * * *
    The next afternoon, Killer walked into the cool villa from the patio and sat down on the couch while Marissa sat reading a magazine.
    “Will you do anything I command you to do?” he asked.
    She gazed up at him.  “Yes.”
    “You trust me?”
    She nodded.  “Of course.”
    His lips compressed.  He should scold her for trusting so easily, but the fact of the matter was that he wanted to encourage that trust because right now it suited his purpose.
    “What if I wanted to share you with someone?  Or I commanded you to be with another man?”
    Light sparked in her eyes and he knew this was a fantasy she must have entertained in the past.
    “Would you still obey me?”
    She hesitated a breath, then answered, “Yes.”
    “And what if I ordered you to submit to several men.  At the same time.”
    “I would trust you and do as you said.”
    He smiled, noting the glimmer of excitement in her eyes.  “Good.”
    Of course, he could tell she didn’t really believe he’d do it.  But clearly the idea, if not the reality, excited her.  And it sure fucking well excited him.
    “Go in the bedroom.  You’ll find something in there to put on.”
    She walked down the hall and he waited.  She returned ten minutes later in the skimpy black leather bra and thong he’d left on the bed.  His groin tightened at the sight of her round breasts lifted high and straining against the top of the leather bra.
    “Come over here.”  He slid his gaze up and down her body as she approached.  A flush of excitement turned her skin a soft, glowing pink.
    He patted the couch beside him and she sat down.  He pulled a key from his pocket and slipped it into one of the cups of the bra.
    “What’s that for?” she asked.
    He just shrugged, then took her hand and led her outside and across the patio toward the sandy beach where the bed was.  Her eyes widened when she saw a wooden stock near the bed.  He walked right to it. 
    “Put your head and arms in,” he instructed.
    It was open and ready for her.  She leaned over and rested her neck on the large, padded, half-circle opening, and rested her wrists in the smaller ones on each side.
    He latched the device closed and stepped back.
    He walked around her, his gaze taking in the sight of her bent over, unable to stand up, her hands trapped.
    * * *
    Marissa watched him step into her line of sight again and craned her neck to gaze at his face, rather than his crotch in front of her.
    “Comfortable?” he asked, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    He laughed and stepped behind her.