He reached for a silk scarf lying on the bedside table, his eyes locking with hers, a silent question passing between them. She nodded, her heart doing a drum solo against her ribs, a messy mix of what felt like straight up fear and this weird, undeniable excitement swirling inside her. God, what was she getting herself into?
He gently tied her wrists to the bedposts, the silk all soft against her skin. The restraint? That was the real aphrodisiac, turning up the volume on every single one of her senses, intensifying the anticipation. He clearly felt some sense of ownership, as he continued his sensual dance that he had began.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, his tongue swirling right around her n****e, teasing, taunting, and she just couldn't help it, a moan just slipped out. He suc
