Free Bound by Her by Danielle Fox Page A

“Sorry, that was a bad joke. You don’t need to worry, Emily. Just go with it, do what your body tells you.”
    Her eyes narrowed as she studied me and I wished I knew what she was thinking at that very moment. Her eyes scanned over my chest and my arms before they rose to the tie that sat securely above my head. She sat down gently on the edge of the bed beside me and fingered the soft hair on my chest. “So, now you’ve had a lay-in you must be full of energy, shall we go for a walk?”
    Her ridiculously huge grin completely gave away her bluff, so I grasped her arms and pulled her towards me until her body lay flush against mine. Looking deeply into her eyes, I realised how much I loved this woman. I would do anything for her, give anything for her. Including my entire self.
    I pressed my parted lips gently against her mouth and then I kissed her with everything I had. I thought about each and every movement before I made it, and controlled each and every movement as I made it. Believe it or not, I was happy just to kiss her like this for an extensive amount of time, but she obviously had other ideas as her fingers grasped cautiously at my wrist and pinned it to the bed. I opened my eyes slightly and nodded my approval to her before pushing my mouth greedily against her chest.
    “Hang on,” I panted, twisting my wrist out of her grasp. “You don’t need to be wearing this.” I pulled her jumper over her head and then flipped her over onto her back and hastily removed her jeans and ridiculously large woolly socks. We were in London for Christ’s sake, not the Antarctic. “There,” I rolled back over onto my back, pulling her astride me as I moved, “I’m all yours.”
    Within minutes she had my wrists bound tightly together and secured above my head. There was something incredibly sexy about this. It was exciting, naughty almost. This wasn’t something I was familiar with. I had never let a woman restrict me before. Sure, I had bound many a women in my time - in fact, that was generally how I preferred it, that way I didn’t have to endure their shameless groping and sharp fingernails - but I drew the line when it came to giving up my control. That was something I had never been comfortable with. But I trusted Emily. I trusted her with my entire life, and I trusted her with my body.
    And my trust proved to be rightly placed as she slowly eased herself onto me. It was incredible. To feel so exposed, so vulnerable as I gave myself completely to her mercy was somehow extremely liberating.
    I tugged hard against my restraint as I desperately longed to touch her. To twist my fingers into her hair as she kissed me. To grip my fingers tightly around her hips as they ground against me, as they moved up and down, up and down in a steady rhythm. To grasp her backside as she moved in small, agonisingly slow circles on my erection.
    A loud groan rumbled from deep inside my throat as her every thrust grew more urgent. I wanted to reach out and tease her breasts, but I couldn’t. The overwhelming realisation that I couldn’t touch this perfect, beautiful woman who was transporting me into a complete oblivion was almost too much to bear. As sexy as it was at the beginning, now I was struggling. I simply had to touch her. I tugged hard against the tie until I felt the stinging burn against my skin.
    “Emily, untie me.”
    She paused briefly as she looked down at me, her eyes so easily revealing her uncertainty.
    “Please, Emily,” I begged. “I can’t hack this, untie me. Now.”
    Her large eyes widened as she read my no doubt panicked expression and she instantly leaned forwards and began fumbling with the knot at the side of my wrists.
    “Hurry,” I pressed.
    “I’m trying!”
    What must have only been a mere minute or so felt like forever as I waited patiently for her to release my hands. The hands that I could then use to worship every part of her body.
    The second I felt the fabric begin to loosen, I ripped