Free PursuedbythePrisoner by Ann Mayburn Page B

trying to make him look at her. “You won’t hurt me.”
    He shook his head. “How do you know? I might get carried
away and bruise you. You’re so small and delicate.”
    She balled her small and delicate hand into a fist and hit
him in the biceps in a decidedly not small and delicate way. Unfortunately it
hurt her more than him, and she shook out her stinging hand with a scowl.
“Sean, you’ve never hurt me, and you never will. The only time I’ve ever seen
you get rough with anyone was when you were a bouncer in college and on the
football field. You won’t hurt me if you restrain and spank me, but you will turn me on.”
    “Let me see your hand,” he muttered and pulled her knuckles
to his mouth, kissing away the pain. “Let’s say, for the sake of argument, I’ll
think about it. Are there going to be people watching us? ’Cause that would be
a total deal breaker for me. You are my woman, and I’m the only guy who’s ever
going to see you come.”
    His possessive words started a warm ember of desire burning
in her stomach. “No, it will be just me and you. They put some kind of headband
thingy on me to monitor my brain waves, but we’re totally alone, and they don’t
take pictures of us or anything like that.”
    He continued to run her knuckles over his lips. “Why are you
so eager to do this?”
    “Well, other than having one of my favorite fantasies come
to life with my husband, I really believe in what they’re doing. I know so many
women who have lost their desire for a variety of reasons. If I could be part
of a study that helps them get their passion back, I would really feel good
about myself. It’s important work, Sean, and they need healthy, sexually active
volunteers to make it happen.”
    He dropped her hand and stroked her back through the thin
satin of her blouse. “But why the prisoner thing? Why not just you and me?
Isn’t that enough?”
    The note of vulnerability in his voice caught her attention,
and she mentally smacked herself in the forehead. She sometimes forgot that for
all his rough exterior, he was a very sensitive man, and there was nothing men
were more sensitive about than their skills in the bedroom.
    “You will always be more than enough for me. I trust you
more than anyone in the world. That’s why I know I can totally let go in this
fantasy, and you won’t abuse that trust.” She lowered her voice and played with
the edge of his shirt, caressing the smooth sliver of skin beneath. “I can let
go, be wild and uninhibited, and know you won’t judge me for it or make me feel
bad about what turns me on. I hope you can say the same for me.”
    “Well…I do have this fantasy about sheep…”
    She lightly smacked his arm and couldn’t help but return his
grin. “Look, bud, I’ll dress up like Little Bo Peep for you, but that’s where I
draw the line.”
    “Would you be willing to bring an inflatable sheep with
you?”
    “Pervert.” She tried to get off his lap, but he easily held
her in place.
    “This from the woman who wants me to kidnap her.”
    She wiggled her bottom against him, liking the way his gaze
flared with heat. “Just think about it. The institute has these huge stages
they set up for the fantasies, and they provide all the props we want.” She
moved her hips in a slow circle, the thickness of his cock growing beneath her.
“You get to be a big, scary, sex-starved convict on the run who hasn’t been
with a woman in years. I get to be the lucky woman who is the focus of all that
pent-up need, all those urges. Of course I’ll fight you a bit and say no…” She
winked and tilted her hips so the thin silk of her panties slid over the
prominent bulge in his pants. “But you won’t take no for an answer, and you’ll
force me to have pleasure. Force me to come on your fingers, your lips and your
cock.”
    He groaned and his grip on her back moved down to her hips,
pressing her against him. “When you say it like that, it sounds fucking