Free Bound at the Ball (Siren Publishing Allure) by Lea Barrymire

thought of them as a badge of courage. This time she’d view the bruises and marks the same way.
    A chuckle vibrated against her chest. She opened her eyes to find Sabar laughing silently. He shook his head before speaking. “You are perfect for me. You will never hold back your thoughts if I ask for them. Ever. I want to know every single idea that you have on a subject when I ask.” He smoothed a hand down her cheek. “And you will never be punished for those statements.”
    Stunned silence lasted for a heartbeat or two in her head. Her cynical side was first to form a coherent thought. Sure, that’s what he says now. Whatever else her mind was going to think was stopped mid-thought when a warm palm covered one of her breasts and squeezed lightly.
    “You answered truthfully, so you deserve a reward.” His words registered in her addled brain at the same moment his mouth claimed hers in another brutal kiss. His lips and tongue invaded, tasting, moving, thrusting. She couldn’t concentrate on the feel of his mouth on hers because he was fondling her breast at the same time. Long fingers slowly moved to lightly pinch a nipple. Her body arched on its own accord, and she moaned into his mouth when he rolled the nub between his fingers. He tugged and kneaded while invading her mouth. Her brain gave up trying to follow the action and just absorbed the sensations. Molten heat flowed through her, pooling in her belly, and a familiar ache started in her pussy.
    It was over much too quickly. Her body rebelled against the loss of touch when he lifted his hand from her chest. She leaned forward following his retreating touch and whined. Nothing had ever felt like that before. Even during the night before she’d been engaged enough mentally to be afraid of what was happening. The last moments could have easily lasted hours or seconds. Time had completely stopped. Nothing had mattered but the touch of this male and the feel of his mouth on hers.
    “You taste so sinfully sensual, my little Rella. Let’s continue. How did my hand on you feel?”
    He kept asking questions she didn’t want to answer. She huffed and then tried to cover up her irritation before he saw it. He might approve of her answers, but that didn’t mean he’d allow her to be disrespectful. She schooled her face to the blank mask she always wore and answered him. “It felt good, Master Sabar.”
    He shook his head. “Not good enough. I want to know what your body felt like. What did you want when I pulled my hand away?”
    “I didn’t want you to stop. I can still feel the fire your touch created,” she answered grudgingly.
    “That’s the type of answer I want. Thank you. I didn’t want to stop either, but if I didn’t, you’d be naked and spread out under me.” He growled his words against her temple just before kissing her hair.
    Those words sparked a need so deeply in her that she shied away from the intensity. Somehow she’d ignored the possibility that they could have sex. The thought of having this male above her, invading her body and space should have terrified her, but it did nothing but stoke the already molten puddle of heat in her belly. A gush of warmth flooded her pussy. She wiggled on his lap and gasped when she felt the beads of her belt move against her clit. She’d forgotten about them, and the reminder that she was mostly naked caused another flood of moist heat to coat her cunt.
    “Gods, I can feel your honey coating my leg. You like the idea of my fucking you?”
    She gasped at the raunchy term but couldn’t stop herself from nodding. Yes, she absolutely liked the idea. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted him to do, but she wanted something more. Her training had included some instruction in sexual behavior. She knew what sex was, what the positions were for mating, understood what some males enjoyed. Those lessons didn’t translate well into real life. No one had explained how her body would mutiny and desire a man