Free Saved By A Stranger by Andi Madden

body turning liquid
under the strokes his tongue gave her, her heart speeding up to an
alarming rate.
    “ Such a good girl,” he
said, wiping his thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re made for hard
kisses.” Closing in, he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Made for
hard fucking.”
    Oh God, yes.
    His mouth came crushing down on hers, taking
everything she had until she thought she’d die of lust. When she
shoved at him again, his deep laugh sent goose bumps all over her
skin. Sliding his hand into her hair and grabbing her by the nape
of her neck, he backed her up against the iron footboard of the
bed.
    Moaning under his onslaught, she grew dizzy
with the lust to feel him inside her. With a sigh, she explored the
corded muscles beneath his skin.
    He slipped his hand into the elastics of her
sweatpants and pulled them over her bottom. The pants bunched down
to her ankles, immobilizing her. Cupping her bottom with one hand,
he made a low sound of approval in his throat when she froze. He
slipped one finger beneath her panties. “Spread your legs,” he
said, and his knee nudged between her thighs.
    She clamped her legs together. “Don’t think
so,” she said, but it came out rough and smoky, and it brought a
smile to his face. Idly, he traced the outer edges of her panties,
staying painfully away from the spot where she craved his touch the
most.
    The air whooshed out of her lungs as she
landed flat on her chest and face, a heavy weight pressing her deep
into the bed’s mattress. He’d thrown her so fast onto the bed, she
hadn’t had time to blink, much less time to react.
    He covered her from bottom to top and drew
her hands over her head. Her breasts pressed flat against the
mattress with each movement.
    “ Hands on your back,
sweetheart.”
    She pressed her face into the mattress,
slowly crossing her wrists behind her back, her body shaking with
the effort to control her breathing. She rubbed herslef against the
bed, enjoying every little pressure she could get on her clit.
    He flung cold cable around her wrists,
knotted it tight. Experimentally, she tested her ties, but let out
groan of frustration.
    A light slap landed on her bottom. “Kneel,”
he said, and then helped as she slid onto the mattress while she
felt awkward for not being able to use her hands.
    Her chest stuck out, her nipples two hard
points, and she caught his appraising gaze when she kneeled with
her legs slightly apart on the bed. She settled her bottom on her
heels, keeping her back erect, painfully aware how her tied wrists
pushed her shoulders back and her breasts forward.
    He took a step away from the bed, taking a
piece of cable and slapped it against his palm. “So, what to tie
next,” he said, and a slap landed against her butt.
    The cable stung, even though he’d hit her
pantied bottom. She longed to feel it against bare skin. She
wiggled her butt, partly to ease the pain, partly to invite him to
touch her and wasn’t disappointed.
    Leaning over the bed, he palmed her butt
cheek, giving her a squeeze. He slipped his hand between her legs
and pushed at her thighs, spreading her wider. Then trailed his
fingers down her inner thighs and over the top of her calves. When
he closed his hand firmly around her ankle, she sucked in her
breath. “Not like this,” she said, trying to tug her feet away from
under his grasp.
    “ Like what?” he asked, a
laugh in his voice. One hand came around the nape of her neck and
pressed her forward until her cheek rested on the mattress while
her bottom was high in the air. He held her down with an iron hand.
“Don’t move,” he growled, and the slap landing on her ass left her
gasping with lust and pain.
    His hand slipped inside her panties. When he
found her, she closed her eyes in delight. He gave her long strokes
from her clit over her pussy and back. Her bottom tingled as the
pain subsided, mixing with the pleasure he gave her, making her
wish he’d spank her again.
    “ Does that feel