Free Bondage Wedding by Tori Carson Page A

you off I don’t have to worry about you breaking my heart into a million pieces.”
    “I’m not going anywhere and you need to stop running from me.” He put his finger under her chin and brought her eyes to his level. “Let me make love to you. Let me show you what it’s supposed to be like.”
    Her heart stopped beating. The breath froze in her lungs. She shook her head as her heart jumpstarted and began beating scary fast. “You’ll hurt me.”
    “Trust me.”
    God help her, she wanted to. She wanted to have raunchy, hotter-than-hell sex with James. “Do you promise to suck?”
    “Oh, sweetheart, I promise.” His voice was low and filled with desire, but it was his mischievous grin that stole her heart.
    She smacked him in the arm. His very muscular arm that she wanted to have wrapped around her again. “That’s not what I meant.”
    James stood with her in his arms. “You think too much, just relax for me.”

Chapter Four
    James swung his arm down and let her feet touch the floor. “Go use the restroom.” He had to get her out of the room so he could remove the wrap on his ribs. His back was black and blue, but from the front he looked fine.
    He got rid of his shoes and socks too. Then he rummaged around in his toy bag for condoms and some lube. It sounded like Amanda wasn’t very experienced and he didn’t want to take any chances on hurting her. He waited another minute and when she hadn’t come out, he decided to go get her.
    “Stop futzing around and get out here.” He tested the handle and found it unlocked. Opening the door slowly, he saw she was leaning against the vanity with her hands over her face. James took her in his arms, careful to keep his back out of sight from both her and the mirrors. “I’m not going to hurt you, Amanda.”
    “That’s not what I’m afraid of.”
    “Tell me.” He had to be patient with her. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers. Every instinct told him she was ‘the one’. That was the reason he’d spent night after night sitting on a barstool hoping she’d take off the collar and enter the great hall.
    “James, I want a partner. I don’t want to want a man who thinks I’m his property to order around or worse yet to ‘discipline’.”
    “You want me because we match. Your heart tells you I’m the man you need, just like my heart tells me you’re the woman I need. Yes, I am bossy, but I don’t want a dishrag. I want my woman to tell me what she wants and to tell me if she thinks I’m screwing up. I’m not perfect. I’m going to make mistakes, but if you trust me, if you take that leap of faith with me, we can make this work. Your heart is safe with me, Amanda.”
    She nodded. “I’m gonna hold you to that, James. If you hurt me, I’m gonna kick your ass. I don’t care how much of a bad boy you are.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He took his time thoroughly kissing her. When he finally pulled away they were both breathing harder. “Get undressed and get in my bed, where you belong.”
    “You say such sweet things and I think maybe you’re not an arrogant prick—maybe we have a chance—then you start ordering me around and the illusion is shot.”
    James smacked her playfully on the ass as they entered the bedroom. “I am arrogant and bossy, but I’m not a prick and this will work. You just have to trust me.” As she stood staring at the bed, he walked around her, propped up the pillows and gingerly lay down on the mattress. “Undress for me.”
    “Uhm, it’s broad daylight and”—she wiggled a finger in his direction—“I don’t have a washboard tummy like yours. If you want a strip tease we need subdued lighting and a lot of alcohol.”
    “I don’t drink and play, it isn’t safe. I’ve seen you in fetwear and you look fucking hot. I want my woman to have soft curves. I want you, Amanda. Now do this for me. Take off your clothing.” His voice was low and seductive. He needed her in his bed, skin to skin.
    She took a