"Why?" Hope asked. He paused, as if considering his answer before he looked into her eyes and answered her. "It would turn me on." He must have noticed her puzzlement at his peculiar turn of phrase. "It would arouse me. Well... honestly, you would arouse me anywhere, anyway I could get you," he added as a wry aside as his gaze briefly traveled over her face and down over her breasts. As if he couldn't stop himself his hand rose and slipped beneath one of the heaving mounds. He shaped her to his palm and massaged her while Hope moaned softly.
"It arouses you to restrain a woman while you make love to her?" Hope finally managed to get out as both of them watched Ryan fondle her breast. She pressed her hips down on the bed, desperate for pressure on her sex when he gently plucked her turgid nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Not always. But yes. I'd like to have you at my mercy right now ... to see trust on your beautiful face while I give you pleasure.
Have you ever wondered about the things men like to do with women in a bordello, Hope?"
Her lower lip trembled uncontrollably. She'd found the question uttered in Ryan's deep, raspy voice almost unbearably exciting. Her trembling only increased when Ryan leaned down and gently kissed her parted lips while he continued to play with her breast languorously.
"Yes," she whispered honestly against his firm lips a moment later when he lifted his head. "That doesn't mean that I believe in the necessity of prostitution. I believe ..."
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bsp; "What do you believe?" Ryan prompted gruffly when her voice trailed off. She'd become distracted because he'd buried his face in her neck and proceeded to make her shiver with pleasure as he kissed, nibbled and scraped his teeth gently against her sensitive skin.
"I—I believe that wives and ladies should feel free to please their husbands . . . and lovers in whatever ways they feel comfortable." Hope gasped when Ryan trailed hot kisses down her chest. "And ... and I believe respectable ladies should take joy in the bedroom as well, for their bodies are their birthright, just as they are men's. Perhaps then men would not feel so compelled to come to houses of prostitution."
"That is a very modern, wise opinion." She saw a grin curve Ryan's mouth. She'd grown to love that small smile in such a short period of time.
"Ryan?"
"Yes?"
"You seem to have an understanding of what occurs in houses of prostitution. Does . ..
does that mean you disagree with my opinion?"
He met her gaze, his chin still hovering over her heaving breasts. "I don't. In fact, prostitution is one of the main types of crime I fight at my job."
Hope opened her mouth to pursue the topic, but Ryan made her forget what they discussed by slipping one of her nipples between his lips.
Her back arched up uncontrollably as his warm mouth enfolded the hypersensitive flesh.
She whimpered in stunned arousal at the delicious sensation. He suckled her gently, his tongue like a wet, sleek lash gently whipping her helpless nipple.
"Oh!" she cried out loudly. Distantly she wondered if Ryan would remind her to stay quiet, but her concerns were soon forgotten as he continued to suckle her nipple in his warm mouth while he tweaked the other aching crest with his fingertips. Fire prickled in her flesh and tore down to her sex. She writhed on the bed, but the restraints held her securely in place for Ryan's sensual torture.
Was this why he said he'd enjoy having her at his mercy? The fact that it was impossible to turn away from him or to deny her own hot, needy desire certainly added a sharp edge of excitement to their lovemaking. Her sex ached for him unbearably.
"Ryan .. . quickly," she groaned.
He looked up at her even as he continued to draw on her nipple. Her womb flexed painfully when she saw how his cheeks were hollowed out as he suckled. Hope didn't know precisely what she'd been begging him to do, but Ryan's heavy-lidded stare and unceasing, rhythmic suck informed Hope they were going at his pace, not hers.
She suppressed a moan when he finally lifted his head and inspected her glistening nipple. His constant, gentle suction had drawn blood just beneath the surface, making the crest red and defining and distending the center nubbin nearly twice its normal length.
Hope knew that the sight pleased Ryan when he shifted his hips. She felt the hard column of his penis press against her thigh, his heat emanating into her skin.
He placed his hands under both of her breasts, holding them up and massaging them lightly. "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."
Hope gasped at his focused attention and gruff compliment. Warm fluid gushed at the gate of her sex. "Thank you," she murmured dazedly.
He stared longingly at the breast he hadn't yet suckled, but as if he regretted leaving the other, he lowered his dark head and kissed the damp nipple softly before slipping it between his lips. Hope cried out sharply in excitement—she couldn't seem to help herself—when he gently scraped the tingling flesh between his front teeth before he released her.
Then he proceeded to torment her other breast with his lips, mouth and teeth, all the while plucking and strumming her other nipple with his fingertips. Hope writhed beneath him in sweet agony. But she had to endure, for the ropes prevented her from moving.
Her sex grew so wet she felt moisture slicking her inner thighs. She knew Ryan was aroused, too, from the sound of his satisfied grunts and the feeling of his stiff penis pressing to her thigh. She pushed up on him, wanting more of the exciting sensation. He groaned, the sound vibrating into her breast. As if he couldn't help himself he flexed his hips, stroking her rhythmically with his erection.
Finally he raised his head. Hope panted in the break of sensual torture. He scraped his front teeth gently along her ribs just beneath her heaving breasts, making her cry out.