His Indecent Secrets (Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire, BDSM Erotic Romance) Read Free Page A

him. He licks her mouth and sucks at her tongue. She wishes she can say he feels exactly like Channing . . . but she doesn’t actually know how Channing kisses, so she has no comparison. She finds herself responding to the kiss nevertheless. She lets his tongue invade her, roll all over and across her inner cheeks.
    He doesn’t let her come up for air. He seizes her face and kisses her savagely, tipping her head backward. She’s drowning in his kiss. Almost drowning, but for the little voice that screams at her to rein in, to stop enjoying this intimacy with this madman.
    He senses her pulling away. He pauses.
    “I’m not a monster, Susan, in spite of what he tells you. Nothing is as it seems.”
    “I know you tried to burn us alive,” she whispers.
    “I burned his house down to give him a warning. I didn’t know you were in it.” He flops her head back, exposing her neck. He bends down to kiss her throat.
    “I don’t believe you,” she says softly. His mouth sucks at the soft skin of her neck. Delicious tingles spiral down from his love bites, moistening her sex.
    Her heart is beating very fast. Why is she responding to him? Why does her body betray her so?
    “Believe what you want. I don’t care.”
    “You must care. Otherwise why are you doing this to your brother?”
    He grabs her breasts and squeezes them with mounting pressure. “Because of what’s fair.”
    He pushes her down on the bed. Her hair spreads out in a tangled fan and her stomach clenches. He’s extremely strong. He snares her right wrist to the bedpost and takes a red piece of cloth out of his back pocket. He binds her there.
    He does the same to her left wrist.
    “He lies to tie you up, doesn’t he?”
    She doesn’t answer.
    “Yeah, I’ve done my research on him. Apparently, he’s spent the last ten years of his life going to bondage clubs and picking up women who would let him do this to them. He can have his pick of any woman he wants, and yet he only goes for a certain type.”
    Yes, she suspects as much.
    He seizes her ankles next and bends her body double. Her trepidation increases. He secures her right ankle to where her right wrist is. He repeats the maneuver with her left. Her legs are now positioned in a very embarrassing and helpless ‘V’, as are her arms. She tugs at her bonds, but he has tied them too tightly, but not tightly enough to cut off her circulation.
    She can see the desire light up his eyes. It’s a desire matched by the sudden and florid spurt of juices in her pussy, something that both surprises and mortifies her greatly. Her sex is so exposed, so open to his hungry gaze.
    He says, “Tell me. Does he like to suck your tits? Your cunt?”
    Channing has never applied to his mouth to her erotic parts before. He has always been more of a finger person. She has never minded because he has brought her to the edge every time and more with merely what he chose to do. If there has been one thing she’d wanted from him, it would be for him to kiss her on the mouth.
    But why is she thinking of Channing in the past tense?
    She watches Hugh with a mixture of fear and desire as he undresses. The desert rose tattoo is very prominent above his right nipple.
    “What really happened?” she says as he lowers his mouth to her pussy. “What did he do?”
    He does not reply as he slathers his tongue over her quivering nether lips. A thrill flowers within her warm wedges, especially as he laves her glistening clit. She is doubly sensitized because she is so open. Her juices are pouring in a deluge from her hole.
    He doesn’t seem to care. He laps her creams and pushes his tongue into her slit. She lets out a gasp of pleasure. Her fists bunch at their tethered posts.
    He continues to assault her folds and orifice, sliding his tongue in between her labia and clit and digging in mercilessly. Paeans of erotic sensation stream and undulate all over her pussy. Oh, it has been so long since a man has gone down on her. She has