had seen what he needed. Beck’s gray eyes were kind as he looked
down on her. His sensual lips were close, so close she could feel the
heat coming off his body. His face was barely an inch from hers. He
kissed her forehead gently.
“Sorry, love. I’m your home now.” He leaned over, and his mouth
covered hers.
All thoughts fled. Meg could do nothing but concentrate on his
lips and the feel of his hands. When his tongue reached out, she found
herself softening under his dominance and letting it inside her mouth.
His hands tightened and wound around her waist. She felt so delicate
against him, a sensation she had never had before. With previous
lovers, and there hadn’t been many, she had always felt ungainly and
awkward. She never knew what to do to please them. She was far too
shy to ask them for what she wanted. The result had been a short
series of disappointing encounters. Her own husband had left her,
telling her she didn’t know how to please a man.
But she could feel Beck’s desire. He wasn’t playing a game. He
took what he wanted, and it did something for Meg. She’d read about
Dominance and submission and the fine art of BDSM, but putting the
theory to the test was something different. The chains suddenly felt
sensual rather than menacing. They held her for his pleasure.
Bound
15
“You’re so beautiful.” Beck sighed in her ear when he broke the
kiss, moving to press his lips to her neck. His hands traced a path
from her waist to the cheeks of her ass. He pressed his body against
her. “I have to know for sure, though. Please understand, I have to
know…”
His fingers found her clitoris and began rubbing sweet, firm
circles.