Wicked Ties(102)

rubies pooled in the hollow at the base of her throat, rapidly warming to her skin. He

walked around the table again for a peek.

“It looks perfect on you.” With a gentle finger skimming her skin, Jack outlined the

pendant.

His gaze never left hers. Never wavered. A world of promise and sinful mastery lay in

his eyes. Morgan had seen Jack in a lot of ways in the past few days: angry, asleep,

protective, aroused. But never like this: possessive and totally determined.

Morgan exhaled a ragged, aroused breath.

“Perfect,” he murmured. “Lie back and keep your legs spread so I can see that sweet

pussy.”

She only hesitated long enough to remind herself that she’d come here to be with

Jack, to experience the ways he could make her feel. To embrace her sexuality.

Dark, hungry, his gaze roamed over Morgan, heating her up from the inside out. He

looked so big, so…male standing over her, the hard ridges of his torso taut, defined,

rippling with every breath. Her mouth went dry.

Now all she had to do was trust him with her pleasure.

Slowly, Morgan did as he commanded and laid back on the table, legs parted. She

wanted to ask what he had planned for her, for them. But she knew that wasn’t allowed.

She had to trust him. So far she had—with her life. And she was still alive.

Maybe for the first time, totally alive.

For a long moment, he did nothing but gaze at her, his dark stare penetrating her

body, her mind. She couldn’t have looked away, even if she had wanted. But breaking the

connection between them was the last thing she desired. The jolt of it was like a livewire,

stunning her, shaking her to her core. Breathless. Suspended. Tormented with

anticipation. She waited.

“Close your eyes.”

Oh, what did he have planned? Not seeing what he was doing… Morgan wasn’t sure

she could handle it. But the weight of the choker around her neck reminded her of all

she’d agreed to. The twin slashes of Jack’s black brows warned her against further

hesitation.

Stomach jumping, heart pumping, Morgan allowed her lids to flutter shut, concealing

Jack and anything he might do from her view.

A moment later, a scrap of something soft and silky fell over her face. Jack adjusted it

over her eyes, then tied it off at the back of her head. A blindfold. She gulped. God, he

meant for her to go into this totally blind and give him total trust.

Morgan took a calming breath. She was up for this. She could do it, even if she had to

disregard the wild thump of her pulse to believe it.

Jack leaned closer. She could feel his heat, scent his heavenly musk as he approached.

It soothed her, even as it made her even more aware of herself as a woman, even more

wet.

His lips settled over hers like a whisper. A brush of heaven, a slide of hot taste, a

forbidden brush of his tongue. “Thank you for your trust.”

She relaxed into the table and arched her neck to receive more of his kisses.

Instead, she felt the grip of his fingers around her right wrist. He lifted her hand,

easing it a few inches to her right. She felt cold metal around it a click later. Not tight…

but not giving either. There was no way she was moving this arm. He repeated the

process with her other wrist. Then he bound her ankles in the same way he had her

wrists, locking them on either side of the table, knees bent, thighs wide.

“In time,” he murmured, “and, I’m sure, after your fair share of punishments, you’ll

learn to trust me as you should.”

The soft note of censure reverberated through her belly like a warning. Without being

told, she knew she had punishment coming now.

Still, the sharp rap of his fingers slapping the mound of her pussy shocked Morgan.

The sensation vibrated through her, down her nether lips. Then the ache centered right

under her clit—but it wasn’t pain. Pushing past the alarm and desire flooding her mind

at once, a ferocious need seized her body, concentrated between her legs.

Jack repeated the process this time, just a fraction harder. The ferocious ache became

monstrous, gripping her in its clutches with an unavoidable grasp. Morgan bit her lip to

hold in her moan.

Then once more, the flat of his hand struck the pad of her pussy, with more force.

Sensation zinged through her, ricocheting through her vagina. Equal parts pain and

pleasure. The vise of need tightened until it strangled her thoughts. The moan lodged in

her throat broke past her resistance and filled the silence between them.

“One more like that, and the pain will outweigh the pleasure. I’ll reserve that…unless

you hesitate again. Understood? Shake your head or nod.”

The rumble of his voice dug down inside her, inciting a fresh wave of want. He’d