Free Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 by Katie Porter

feeling of power of having a guy at her whim, under her control.
    This was so much more. With Mike laid out before her, arms stretched above his head and latched to the headboard, Leah throbbed with power. Just…mind-blowing. His hefty cock nudged toward her on an involuntary twitch. She nuzzled her cheek against his shaft then scraped her nails through the neatly trimmed hair around his balls.
    A taut ligament at the top of his thigh was just begging for a nibble, so she set her teeth to his hot skin. Bit down. Licked against the red mark she’d left.
    Through it all, he stayed so tightly tethered. He didn’t even tug on the thin chain holding him to the bed. It was all him. His restraint. Given to her.
    She ringed her tongue against the smooth loop of metal tucked under his head. The shiny silver had been warmed by his hard cock—something for her to play with, to slide under her lips as she sucked him into her mouth. God, he tasted good. Clean, with just a hint of salty. Manly in the best way.
    Her fingers found the smooth stretch of his lower abs where his torso angled toward his groin. She reached past his stomach and pinched his nipples once, twice, matching the rhythm of her mouth over his cock.
    “Christ, Leah,” he growled. His thighs pulsed subtly between her knees. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
    She drew her mouth off him abruptly. Ringing her fingers around the base of his cock, she locked her grip until her knuckles dug into his groin. “What did you call me?”
    He gulped, but his eyes only blazed brighter. Bluer. Almost fluorescent. “Ma’am, I meant.”
    “Much better.” She freed the smile that had been collecting behind her lips. With a single nail tip, she followed the line of a vein along his shaft. “You have a pretty, pretty cock. Did I ever tell you that before?”
    He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
    “I’m not surprised.” She hadn’t been as self-assured as she was now, or as free with her words. “Do you know what I want to do with this cock?”
    He made fists around the links that bound him to the heavy oak headboard. What a sexy picture of depravity he made. The comforter and pillows were regular masculine fare. A cotton blanket and white pillowcases. His wrists, wrapped in black leather and silvered rivets, stretched over them.
    “Feel free to tell me what you want, ma’am,” he finally said. The subservient words were technically right, but underneath lurked a tone she couldn’t place, as if he was subtly taunting her.
    She ignored it. Reached for a condom. Ripped it open. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Because I want to ride you.”
    He grinned. His hands opened and closed around the chains, but that was his only hint of edginess. She’d have to push him further to earn more of a reaction. But she didn’t have that sort of time. If she didn’t fuck him soon, her body would go up in a ball of flame. Already her pulse roared in her ears and between her legs.
    She wrapped the condom down his long, thick length, all sorts of silly giddy that it was transparent. Through it, she could still see the gorgeous ring snugged up against the head of his cock.
    Her panties were wet when she pulled them off. Soaked. At least she wasn’t alone. Mike’s hard-on practically jumped toward her.
    She rose up on her knees and canted her hips back. Curling her hands around his shaft, she slanted his head to rub against her clit. Tiny shivers worked down her legs and up under her ribs. She bent her chin to her chest. Long hair slipped over her shoulder.
    “Oh, that’s good,” she breathed. “I could come just like this, rubbing your cock on my pussy. Would you mind?” She flashed him a bright, shiny grin. “Oh, that’s right. You’ve given up your say.”
    His stomach firmed into a perfect grid of muscles. The cords along his neck popped. Still he said nothing. His gaze focused relentlessly on her .
    She liked that more than anything. Maybe a