Free Malcolm's Promise: A Re/Bound Story (Doms of the FBI) by Michele Zurlo Page A

down, but he didn’t indulge in self-pity. His submissive needed her Master right now. Hauling her up, he imprisoned her arms behind her back and waited for her to stop struggling. She was strong, but he was stronger—and she needed his strength.
    Her chest heaved with too many emotions for her to be able to handle them, and her blue eyes blazed icicles meant to skewer him. “Where is Colin?”
    “Napping. You will go quietly to the dungeon, or I will tie you up and I won’t spank you. I won’t flog, cane, or whip you. If you wake up the baby, you won’t get the pain you need.” He released her, and already she seemed less upset.
    She led the way downstairs. “The single-tail, Master. Please.” Her plaintive tone begged for her favorite implement, and she didn’t say anything more as she entered the dungeon. She undressed, mechanically folding her clothes and placing them in the cabinet before kneeling on her pillow in the center of the room. She spread her knees, rested her hands on her legs with her palms up, and lowered her gaze. She painted a portrait of submission, yet he knew insolence simmered just below the surface. If he let her, she would let loose with a tirade consisting of everything he’d ever done wrong in their relationship. Since that list was sizeable—and she’d forgiven him the worst of it—he preferred not to give her an opening.
    He hadn’t seen his woman naked in two weeks, and that was far too long ago. “Stand up.”
    She did, a smooth, graceful motion he hadn’t seen since midway through her pregnancy.
    “You’ve been practicing.”
    She hazarded a half-worried, half-defiant glance up. “Yes, Master. I joined a fitness group.”
    Knowing when not to comment was sometimes his greatest gift. Colin was three months old, and Darcy had been lamenting losing her figure to pregnancy. Malcolm thought she was gorgeous when pregnant, and he cherished every single stretch mark on her stomach and ass. He only rubbed them with lotion because she wanted them gone. He looked at her body closely, noting the small changes that had happened while he’d been away. “You’ve lost weight.”
    It wasn’t a question, but she responded as if it had been. “Six pounds.”
    “As long as you’re eating regular meals, that’s okay.” He loved her body, but he hated that she didn’t recognized just how sexy she was. “You may have stopped breast-feeding, but that doesn’t give you license to starve yourself.”
    “I’m eating. I swear. Your mom keeps making the most amazing dinners for me.”
    He chuckled. Darcy was a sucker for any meal either he or his mother prepared. He found her healthy appetite appealing. He ran his fingertip down her ribcage and across her waist. “Since you seem to have everything under control, you have no reason to keep putting off our wedding. It’ll be this July. I’ll let you pick the date. If you don’t, I will drive your ass to Ohio, and we’ll elope.”
    She’d cited wanting to lose the baby weight as her reason for putting off the wedding. He’d wanted to marry her months ago. She nodded. “Yes, Master. I’ll call Amy this afternoon.”
    As her sister was an event planner, Malcolm was satisfied with her response. More than satisfied—elated. Tangling a hand in her hair, he kissed her gently. The dual approach—rough and tender—always barreled past her defenses. Darcy melted against him, her hands coming up to grasp his upper arms—the only move she was allowed to make right now. He kissed her for a long time, molding her body to his and kneading her ass so that her pussy ground against his thigh. His kiss grew harder, almost brutal as he unleashed the powerful feelings he had for this woman.
    When he finally released her, she struggled to catch her breath, and though she trembled in his arms, he could already tell that she was moving toward peace. He licked the column of her throat and bit her neck. She moaned loudly.
    “And a collaring ceremony