Free Reckless Curves by Sienna Stapleton Page A

replied, then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I should have been appalled at my wanton behavior, but I was too far lost in the moment to care. All I could think about was having Brent inside me. I watched his nostrils flare and his eyes go wide as he stared down at me.
    "Stunning," he whispered as he climbed over my legs to straddle me. "You are absolutely stunning. Wayne was a fool for even thinking about cheating on you.”
    His words struck deep in my heart and I wondered how it was that I could find more comfort and passion with a man I'd known for less than two days, than with one I’d been married to for years.
    The feel of wet heat pulled me from my thoughts as Brent’s mouth centered over my nipple. I reached down and cradled his head, holding him against me. He cupped my other breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and finger. Electricity zinged from my taut nipples straight to my needy core. The erotic combination of pain and pleasure set my insides on fire. Foreplay hadn’t been in Wayne’s vocabulary, but apparently Brent knew just how to define the word. He pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb as he grazed the other with his teeth. The erotic flare of pain caused me to squeak in response, even as a fresh shot of liquid pooled between my legs. In a matter of minutes he’d managed to turn me into an incoherent mass of need.
    Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore he let go of my nipple and grinned. “You said earlier that you didn’t know about the whole being a submissive thing. Are you willing to let me start teaching you now?”
    Anticipation and fear sprang like a geyser, dueling for dominance. Could I find it in myself to trust him enough to show me what I didn’t know? I licked my lips as I tried to decide.
    “A sub needs a safe word,” he continued. “You’ll feel better about saying yes if you know you have a way to say stop later." He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across my lips. “The universal safe word is red. You say that word and everything stops, all right?”
    I nodded even before my mind had officially agreed.
    “That’s my girl.” He reached behind me and pulled a pair of soft hand cuffs from between the mattress and frame. Each cuff was tethered to the frame with a strap. My nerves danced even as my need grew. While I might be nervous I really wanted this experience. The sound of Velcro had me eyeing him as he wrapped the first cuff around my wrist. I wanted to think of something pithy to say, some cute little quip, but lust and need scattered my thoughts. He closed the fabric around my other wrist and secured it. “There.” He moved back and grinned. “Perfect.”
    I glanced from one arm to the other and tested the binding. When they didn’t give shock caused me to shudder. Oh God! Somewhere along this journey I’d gone from reading BDSM romances to being in one. Could I handle this? Before I could decide, he began planting slow, lingering kisses downward to the apex of my thighs. I spread my legs in anticipation, granting him the access we both desired. He watched my face as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue across my clit. I sucked in a strangled breath, but otherwise didn’t move.
    “Tough girl,” he murmured before that mischievous grin of his returned. “But I’ll bet that I can have you screaming my name before I’m done with you.”
    I returned his smile. “I’ll take that bet, Mr. Hague.”
    He turned his attention back between my legs and for a moment simply stared at my lady parts. “For the record. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
    His words nearly caused me to blush. Never in my life had anyone called my pussy pretty. He slid a finger through my wetness, inciting a shudder. “It’s all pink and puffy.” He parted my curls. “While I don’t mind a little landing strip down here, I’d rather have you bare.” His fingers tangled in my thatch and gave a little tug. “That way I can see