Free Love Bound by Selena Kitt Page B

herself in the most
arousing but scary room she’d ever seen in her life. Gazing at what she assumed
was BDSM gear on the walls, and the various furniture scattered around the room
only reinforced the idea she was in his private dungeon or playroom. She could
only guess at the various uses of the items, but she knew she was in trouble
here. She’d never have guessed her ex-lover was into this kind of lifestyle. She’d
been sarcastic earlier when she asked him if he was a master. From the look of
things, he obviously figured that if gentleness hadn’t broken her control, then
he was prepared to play rough.
    Fear ran through her as the diaphanous material between
her legs grew moist at the thought. She was afraid he might just be right.
She’d been fascinated by BDSM for years but had lacked the courage to enter the
scene. After all, Daddy would’ve blown a gasket if she’d smeared his good name
by wanting edgy, rough but fulfilling sex. But the idea Dom would give it to
her had her looking for a way out. She didn’t want to be vulnerable to him.
    The snick of another electric lock as he shut the door
made her realize he’d cut off her only means of escape. Perhaps if she tried to
reason with him? Her breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen watching
him shed his tuxedo jacket and hang it on a peg next to the door. When he
released the studs holding his dress shirt closed, a surge of panic nearly
brought her to her knees.
    “Come on, Dom, you don’t want to do this. You’ve got a
party and girlfriend downstairs waiting for you.”
    She swallowed hard when he pulled the tails of his shirt
out of his waistband. Her breath came faster as he stopped mere inches from
her. So close she had to look up to see his hazel eyes but still felt the heat
pouring off his body. As he lifted his hand to the strap on her bikini top, she
took a step back.
    “Touch me and I’ll scream bloody murder.” Even to her own
ears her protest sounded weak.
    “Go ahead, Addie. Nobody will hear you. This room is
soundproof.” Running his finger over the enticing décolleté top of her costume,
he seemed intrigued. “And you’re very wrong. I do want to do this.” Flicking
the front closure nestled between her breasts, he popped it open. A startled
squeal escaped her when her breasts bounced free of the cloth and into his
waiting hands. He tugged lightly on the small silver nipple rings running
through them. “New?” When she flattened her lips and refused to answer, he gave
them a sharp tug. Unbidden a cry of pain tinged with pleasure filled the room
as she arched towards him. “Answer me, Adalia.”
    She sagged against him as deeper pain warred with
pleasure. What the hell was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be responding like this.
“I…” when he tugged again, she went up on tippy toe. “Yes, yes, dammit, let
go.”
    “Never.” His harsh reply was lost on her as he lifted her
off the floor and strode to what looked like some kind of inverted sit-up
board. With dark leather and silver ‘o’ rings at various locations, she had a
feeling he’d never used it to do sit-ups. She thought for a moment he’d changed
his mind when he released her hands from behind her back. Rubbing her wrists,
he checked them. “Good no bruising.” After pressing a quick kiss on each one,
he yanked them above her head and tied them once more with his tie to a ring
positioned above her head.
    When he turned away, she nearly whimpered with distress. Surely
he wasn’t going to leave her in here alone. She paled when he picked up the
phone on the wall. Who the hell was he calling? From where she was positioned
she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Hanging it up, he shed his open shirt
and moved to the set of oak cabinets lining one wall of the room. With his back
to her he rummaged through the cabinet as she couldn’t help but admire the bare
skin he’d exposed. Her eyes widened as he turned around holding a large pair