Page 26 of His Wisconsin Wallflower
With her thoughts dissolving into a haze of pleasure, she struggled for a moment to comprehend his order. However, when he moved her hands and she touched polished wood, she understood what he wanted.
She curled her fingers around the smooth surface, and warmth streamed over her when he whispered, “Good girl,” in her ear.
“Don’t let go until I tell you you can, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean it, Raisa. In here, I call the shots.” Quinten moved his hands to her thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.
Oh my gosh. She was naked and he had a front seat view of her large thighs, flabby belly, and exposed pussy. She tried to draw her legs together and lowered her hands to cover her body.
“Oh no.” Quinten gripped her hands and carefully squeezed them.
Raisa wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Wow, wow, what just happened here?” He settled beside her and stroked her hair from her face.
“I, uhm, I... Can…” She swallowed. “Can we close the curtains? It’s so light in here.”
“Light?” His eyebrows knit together, and he narrowed his eyes as he studied her. “Are you self-conscious? Is that it?”
She didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, or did she?
“Goddamn it!”
She winced—both at his curse and at the venom in his tone.
“Bright eyes, you are a beautiful woman, and I love every single inch of your body. I want to look at it, touch it, be inside it. I want you so goddamn much my cock is hard when I’m around you. Every. Single. Time.”
Pinning her to the bed with his body weight, he leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out something red.
What is that?
Before she had a chance to look, he slipped red rope around her wrists and tied the ends to the headboard. “If you want me to stop, tell me. But if you don’t call it a halt, I’m going to tie you to my bed and feast on your pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”
Her nipples pebbled, and wetness trickled from her pussy to her buttocks.
“Are you going to tell me to stop?”
“N-no.” She shook her head against the pillow.
“Good.”
God fucking dammit!
Quinten wanted to edge her until that brilliant mind of hers shut down and she could only feel what he was doing to her.
After binding her wrists and tying her legs wide apart, Quinten took a moment to admire her. He shouldn’t do this the first time they made love, but Raisa had too many hangups and body issues.
Unbelievable. She is gorgeous.
Big enough for his large body to fit, soft enough to provide some padding, and sturdy enough that he didn’t have to worryabout breaking her when he was passionate and rough in the bedroom.
Quinten’s heart pounded as he looked down at Raisa. Her wrists were bound, and her legs were spread wide—an entire playing field for him to conquer.
He leaned down to brush his lips against her skin as he began to explore her body. “You’re so beautiful, Raisa,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “I love how smart you are, how you’re not afraid to speak your mind.” He kissed her neck, her collarbone, each word a caress.
He took his time playing with her breasts and nibbling on her skin, discovering what her hot spots were. He loved how responsive she was, and how she struggled with her breathing and the bindings as he drove her up and up.
