Free Riding the Storm by Candace Blevins Page B

I’ve never had before, but I think you’re right,”
his face went more serious, his eyes darkened, and the spicy sent of arousal
once more flooded the room, “it seemed as intimate as sex, maybe even more so.
Anything else you want to say before I ask you to you climb on the bed so I can
restrain you?”
    “Yes. I can’t get diseases and can’t act as a carrier unless
I go immediately from one person to another, which I haven’t done tonight,
obviously. I also can’t get pregnant, so a condom isn’t necessary. If you want
to use one anyway I’ll understand, but, it isn’t needed.”
    “Anything else?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Please turn and face the bed, legs apart.”
    He was all business now, giving orders he expected to be
followed, and her knees threatened to go weak as she turned, which was
ridiculous for an ancient vampire. What was this man doing to her?
    Eric ran his hands down her back, over her bottom, down her
thighs. Such a simple touch, and yet so hard to stand still for it, without
reacting, without turning to reciprocate.
    Harder, still, to remain motionless while he bound her
thighs with the rope, around and around, and then around some more, before
knotting it in the front between her legs. He tossed the rest of the rope to
the other side of the bed and told her to lay down. This put her lying across
the line of rope, with the bulk in its neat loop up above her head.
    “Hands in reverse prayer please.”
    Reverse prayer is just as it sounds — hands palm to
palm, facing up, between the shoulder blades. Kendra put her hands into
position, and Eric pulled the rope tight over one shoulder, bound it around her
wrists several times, and then knotted the rope again without cutting it. If
she tried to stand or in any way move her hips back, it would pull her arms
painfully up, towards the back of her head.
    This wasn’t just about the strength of the rope, but the way
he put her into it — with the rope tied so high on her thighs, she
couldn’t get the leverage to try to pop the ropes open down there, and she
couldn’t pull her arms down enough in back to obtain enough force to pull them
apart, either.
    He wasn’t done yet, though. He rested the rope over her
other shoulder, and tipped her sideways enough to run it back down towards her
waist again. He looped it through the ropes there and then continued down to
her feet, winding the rope around her ankles ten times before making another
knot.
    She knew how many loops he made because she silently counted
them, knowing each additional circuit reduced the odds of her breaking free.
    Kendra wasn’t getting out of this, and she was suddenly
terrified.
    His hands swept up to her lower back, touched her hands, soothed
her as he said, “I know Abbott said I don’t have to worry about circulation,
but I have to ask anyway — is anything too tight? I went around your
wrists and ankles more than I would have for a... well, more than I normally
would. I need to be sure it’s okay.”
    Kendra’s terror faded, replaced with the knowledge he’d take
care of her, he’d make it good. She drew in enough air to say, “It’s okay. I
can completely stop my circulation for years and hibernate, if I need to.
Pieces of me won’t fall off and die if they go without adequate blood supply.”
    She felt a slap on her bottom and she could hear the warning
his voice as he said, “You only have one rule right now, Kendra. Did you forget
something?”
    Blood surged into her clit, the throb matching the beat of
Eric’s heart. “Sir. My circulation is okay, Sir .”
    He walked to a chest and opened it to reveal floggers
hanging from the back and lots of drawers below.
    When he turned around with a butt plug, she immediately
said, “Raindrops.”
    He stopped and looked at her a few heartbeats, sat the plug
on the shelf, and came to her. He knelt until he was eye level and asked, “What
is it, Kendra?”
    “I haven’t had anything in my ass for… I don’t know,