Free Don't Ever Stop: A BDSM Billionaire Romance by Vivie Rock Page B

hadn’t progressed to a very serious stage, but the doctor gave me some iron pills and told me to change my diet. More leafy green veg, meat, fish, brown rice, nuts seeds and pulses. I’d been determined to sort myself out on the way home from the doctor’s surgery, to buy myself a nice big steak and some curly kale. But, as always, I forgot. And I kept on forgetting. I still took iron supplements every day, and my health was back to normal, but I did find myself getting pale and tired very easily these days, and I knew I needed to be more careful, to avoid complications in the future…
    So perhaps, as weird as it was, I’d give it a go. As I read over the words in the email, all those delicious-sounding food-words, I actually felt my mouth begin to water. I felt something else too. A deep, warm thrill, somewhere in my core. It felt kind of amazing. Someone was telling me what to do; exactly how to live my life – what to eat, how much work to do, when to go to bed. I’d normally go to bed at eleven or even twelve, if I got distracted reading a good book, or watching a movie, and yet now, I had clear instructions. Mr. Cooper knew what was best for me, and he was expecting me to carry out his instructions to the letter.
    I felt another thrill at the thought he might be watching me somehow. Observing me to check I was obeying him. I’d never had this sort of attention from someone before. It felt oddly exciting.
    Tegan glanced over at my screen and I minimized my inbox, hiding the email, and bringing up a boring Word document about planning permission instead. It was for some non-story I’d been asked to research, just to keep me busy while I was still learning the ropes.
    Tegan looked away again, and continued typing. Why did I feel the need to hide Mr. Cooper’s email? Did I feel, deep down, that there was something wrong with it? Or did I enjoy knowing that I was keeping a secret? I wasn’t sure.
    I had thought, briefly, as I got into the elevator after leaving Mr. Cooper’s office this morning, that I might tell Patrick about this. But I’d very quickly decided against it. I’d felt myself pull away from Patrick once Mr. Cooper saw us in the street. I feel like, if we hadn’t seen him that night, we might have carried on drinking, and maybe I’d have ended up sharing a drunken kiss with him… But seeing my boss standing there, so tall and erect, his moody eyes fixed on me, had made me want to keep my distance from Patrick.
    I’d started thinking about Mr. Cooper, too. I’d started thinking about him every time I took a shower, and in the moments before I fell asleep in bed. I thought about him as I took the subway into work, feeling the seat vibrating beneath me, sending shivers up and down my thighs, across my abdomen, into the recesses between my legs.
    As I thought about him now, I felt the muscles in my ass begin to clench, and my thighs begin to tremble. I felt soft and warm between my legs, and found myself tightening and releasing my muslces, letting my groin rub gently, almost imperceptibly on my desk chair. I replayed the meeting I’d just had in Mr. Cooper’s office in my head. The glasshouse. The fainting. The red leather chair. Those eyes, looking down on me. Kinbaku . That word suddenly came back to me, from the book I’d seen lying on the dresser.
    I opened my internet browser, and typed it into Google. I clicked on the first result that came up, and read the following:
     
    Kinbaku is a form of Japanese erotic bondage involving ropes. It literally means ‘tight binding’, and is normally differentiated from shibari, as shibari describes the art and esthetic of the bondage, but kinbaku, in addition to this, refers to the sensual, sexual connections between binder and bound.
     
    I hid my internet browser and took a moment to catch my breath. Erotic bondage? Had I read the title of that book correctly?
    My heart was drumming in my chest. I felt so warm and wet between my legs, but I was