Free Bound and Determined by Shayla Black

later, he found a sensitive spot and rubbed without pause or mercy. Tingles soon became an aching pressure, a need for more. He dragged his tongue through her wet slit in a slow, mind-blowing stroke. She cried out, arched off the bed. A storm swirled behind her navel, at the base of her spine, gathering strength as it converged everywhere he touched her. Her every muscle tensed. She forgot to breatheand held on to the iron swirls of the headboard like a life preserver in a raging sea.
    “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Swollen breasts, flushed skin.” He breathed against her slick folds, adding fuel to the fire. “So responsive.”
    He turned his attention back to her clitoris, dragging his tongue over the hard button with enough leisurely pressure that Kerry thought she’d rocket off the bed and into space any second.
    “Rafe!” she panted.
    “Come for me—now.” With another swipe of his tongue, Rafe’s finger found the needy spot deep inside her, applied the perfect pressure that had her gasping.
    The storm clouds within Kerry clashed, creating one explosion that crested to unbelievable heights. The warm, liquid honey of satisfaction rolled through her limbs even as her back arched off the bed. Pleasure rocked her, vibrating through her body seemingly without end. She screamed. And still Rafe didn’t stop, probing and tasting her as the sensations raged endlessly.
    As the contractions finally subsided, Kerry lay on the bed, slick with sweat, breathing heavily. Rafe eased away, moving to her left. She was too tired to even open her eyes, much less move, but she could die a happy woman after this. Certainly nothing could be better.
    “Wow,” she breathed.
    “Yeah, wow,” he whispered in her ear, lips pressed softly to the sensitive spot below her ear. “You’re so intriguing, I’m almost sorry for this.”
    “For what?” she asked, words slurred.
    Then she felt the clamp of fabric tether her wrists together, then another tug jerking her arms up.
    Alarm raced down her spine, shattering her rosy, lazy glow.
    “What the—” Kerry craned her head back to see her wrists tied to the wrought-iron headboard in some complicated knot—all secured with his discarded necktie. “Rafe, what are you doing?”
    He waved at her with his unrestrained hand. “Did I forget to mention that I was a Boy Scout, and a left-handed one at that?”
    K erry might look like innocence and spun sugar, but inside she was a firecracker waiting to explode. Damn, she ignited him more than his last three girlfriends put together. Rafe took a deep breath to right his pulse, then another. A quick glance down confirmed his cock at full staff . . . and now that he’d used this bargain to trick her, he figured his chances of getting inside Kerry were nil. His father was more likely to give up booze.
    Besides, his mission had been securing the handcuff key and freedom, not getting a good lay. Unfortunately for him, the head to the south disagreed violently.
    “This is so not according to plan. This can’t—” She grunted and tugged at her bonds. “I can’t . . .” The knot didn’t give. “No! Untie me, you son of a bitch!”
    Normally, Rafe would say he deserved that, but once Kerry had abducted him, all bets were off. Sure, she thought she had justifications, but he had work to accomplish in order to meet his five-million-dollar goal and prove to Benton Dawson III that he was a success. He didn’t like being duped. It pissed him off to admit that his own libido—and his weakness for blondes with dimples—had gotten him into this mess. Worse yet, that same irresponsible libido was shouting that he wasn’t done with Kerry.
    His libido wasn’t going to get its way.
    “Not gonna happen. I think it’s your turn to lie here, helpless and bound, for a while.”
    Apprehension slid across her rosy face. “I know you’re angry with me. You have every right to be mad but . . . don’t you dare hurt me!”
    Her bravado in