Free Save Riley by Yolanda Olson Page B

barely above a whisper.
    “Come here, Riley,” he had commanded, his voice taking on a stern tone I had yet to hear. I looked up at him and saw the look on his face had changed; almost as if a mask had been taken off.
    I swallowed nervously as I shimmied on the bed toward him, stopping at his side when he told me that I was close enough. He leaned over to the table next to the bed and opened the top drawer. I watched as he slid his hand inside and then pulled it back out, empty but seemingly satisfied.
    “I had to turn the cameras on,” he explained. “And I’ll turn them on every time. I will make you learn to enjoy watching us together, Riley. But for now, I’m done talking.”
    He reached out quickly and pulled me on top of him. My arms, still tied behind my back, ached slightly at how he was holding me. His beautifully carved chest was moving in heavy movements and I looked up him curiously. In that split second that I raised my face to his, he roughly pressed his mouth onto mine, kissing me like he’d never get the chance again. He slid his tongue into my mouth and conducted the most seductive dance I had ever experienced before, making me moan softly into his mouth.
    “Already?” he had asked quietly with a grin, pulling away from me. “Then I wonder how you’ll react to this.”
    Jax moved me so that I rested against him on my right arm and he slid his hands into the black lace panties he had put me in. I gasped as he trailed his fingers gently over my freshly shaved mound. That was something he had asked of me earlier in the day; to let him shave me. He had said that he knew he would want me tonight and he wanted a ‘clean surface’ to work with.
    When he gently slid a finger inside of me, it brought me back to the moment, to what he was doing and I closed my eyes and rested it on his chest. While he moved inside of me gently at first, I wanted to kiss him again, bite his neck, and be let out of the fucking restraints. But because he had yet given me permission to do any of those, I had to sit there and let him do as he pleased with me.
    “Oh fuck, Jax,” I moaned against his chest when he slid another finger in.
    He chuckled in response and began to move his fingers in and out of me. I squirmed at the movements, moaning louder and turning my face slightly. I wound up grazing my lips against his chest which caused him to inhale sharply. And stop. He had fucking pulled his fingers out of me and stopped; just like that.
    “How am I supposed to do this if you’re moaning my name and kissing my chest? Hm?” he asked gently. “You’re to sit here quietly and let me do as I please, aren’t you?”
    “I’m sorry,” I had whispered. I tried to move myself so that his fingers could easily slide back inside of me, since they were resting on my thigh, but Jax laughed and moved his hand away completely.
    “No, I think we’re done this evening. You couldn’t follow the rules I set forth, then you don’t get to continue. We’ll try again tomorrow night,” he said as he got off of the bed, exited the room, and leaving me with desire trailing down my inner thigh.
    “Have you seen this show before?” he asked, snapping me back to reality.
    I glanced at the television for a moment and wondered what the hell exactly it was that he was watching.
    “No,” I replied.
    A loud, rumbling sound escaped from inside me. I was hungry and my stomach was making funny noises, but I knew better than to ask for something as simple as food.
    “Hungry?” he asked, glancing down at me.
    “A bit, yes,” I replied in a small voice.
    “Come on then,” he said getting to his feet. I stood up and waited for him to tell me it would be okay to follow him, but he just stood there for a moment watching the show before he laughed and grabbed his bowl of cereal. “Let’s go into the kitchen,” he finally said.
    “Thank you,” I said as I followed him.
    We walked into the kitchen silently and he told me to sit on any