Free InvitingTheDevil by Gabriella Bradley Page A

That really would have caused an uproar.”
    “No bloody way!”
    He laughed and walked back to the couch. “Come and sit with me.”
    I hesitated. What would he do next? I sat a little away from him.
    “Are your feet sore?”
    “A little.”
    He promptly lifted my legs and placed them on his lap, which made me lean sideways into the cushions. He massaged my feet and found an erogenous spot. I was on fire. I hardly noticed what he did next as I closed my eyes and squirmed under his manipulation of my feet. I felt something cool around my ankles. When I looked, I saw he’d placed two slave bands around my ankles with rings on them that matched the ones on my wrists.
    “Why did you do that?”
    “I forgot to give them to Sheldon. You should have been wearing them tonight. Let me pour you a margarita before it melts.”
    I sipped my drink and he continued to massage my feet. I kept my legs pressed tightly together, conscious of the clit ring poking out. I finished my drink and before I realized what he was doing, he put my feet back on the floor, one by one, causing my legs to open. I quickly moved, but the margarita was strong and had done its job of relaxing me completely. His next move was even more unexpected. He gathered me into his arms and kissed me. Softly at first, then more forcefully, pushing my lips apart, his tongue entered my mouth and explored. I returned his kiss. I melted in his arms.
    “You’re irresistible,” he murmured against my lips. “I don’t fraternize with my models as a rule, but I can’t resist you.”
    He kissed my face, my eyes, nibbled on the lobes of my ears, then trailed kisses down to my bust. Cupping each breast in his hands he squeezed hard and sucked my nipples until I thought they couldn’t grow any bigger. He stood suddenly, and bending, scooped me into his arms. He left the living room, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, then up a flight of stairs and into a large bedroom. He deposited me onto a four-poster bed covered with black silk sheets and a silk duvet, black with a red swirl design. He turned away from me and went to one of the large dark-wood dressers whereupon I heard him rummaging in a drawer. In a haze, I watched him attach a blood-red silk cord to each of the rings on my wrists. He did the same with my ankles.
    I lay spread-eagled, my legs so far apart I doubted they could spread any further as he tied the cords to the posts of the bed. He spread my arms wide and stretched them tight, then secured them in the same manor. I couldn’t move anything except my hips and head. I didn’t protest at any of this, even though my inability to move scared me a little. It also heightened my libido to be displayed so wantonly, my clit so visible. If the locks hadn’t kept my pussy lips together, he could have seen everything. I felt the skin tugging on the rings as I squirmed.
    He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs. He was still fully clothed. He gazed down at my clit, at my pussy, and I squirmed in ecstasy. He had the keys. He had the power to open the locks. But he didn’t. He gazed at my pussy for a while, then bent down and licked me, from my crack to my clit. He was very careful.
    “You’re still a tad raw. It’s going to take a few more weeks to heal completely,” he said, his voice hoarse as he pushed gently on my clit, avoiding the ring and the hood. I felt it rise, engorge, throb as he rubbed in circular motion. Feeling carefully between the folds, he pushed his finger in between the locks and found my sopping vagina. He leaned down and sucked my flowing juices, then entered me with his finger again, just one finger, but I ached for more. I tugged at my bonds with my feet, and jerked my arms twisting beneath him. Leaving his finger inside me, he reached up and squeezed my breasts hard, then pinched my nipples so hard, I screamed. It was an exquisite pain, a pain I wanted more of.
    “Do you like that?” he asked in a husky and low