She didn’t want to be released.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, she looked up as Tyler appeared in front of her. He held a length of thin silver chain with a large carabiner on one end and two black leather cuffs on the other.

With an ease that only came from long practice—and didn’t that just make her totally wet—he wrapped the cuffs around her wrists then connected the carabiner to a loop below the opposite side of the bench.

The chain allowed for a bare minimum of movement as she tugged at it experimentally.

He ran his fingers along her jaw in a gentle caress before he disappeared behind her again.

Staring straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the large, glass-front cabinet on the far side of the room.

She couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to use any of the toys she’d seen in there.

Then again, the man didn’t need any help.

“Oh, my God.”

Her entire body tensed as he put his mouth on her pussy without any warning.

Using his lips and tongue to caress her sensitive flesh, he held her in place with his hands on her hips. It grounded her as his tongue flicked against her clit, circling the nub with lazy precision. Each wet flick drove her insane until he drew back to swipe along her already slick lips.

He lapped at her, slow and steady, taking his time, when all she wanted was for him to let loose, to make her writhe.

Instead he built her up with a slow, steady pace that made her fizzy and left her shaken. Pressure built in her womb, tightening like a slow-winding winch.

His tongue rasped against her labia, against her clit, his hands sliding down to clench her thighs, kneading her tight muscles.

If only he’d—

Yes.

She groaned, unable to form words as he forced his stiffened tongue into her slit and fucked her with it.

It was enough to relieve some of the ache. To make her sheath grasp at it, try to draw him in farther.

He refused to cooperate, moving at his own steady pace and working her into a state of bliss.

She had no idea how long she hung on the sharp edge of desire, but when he finally pushed her over with a gentle bite on her clit, she cried out his name as she came so hard, she thought she might have pulled the cuffs free.

As her body shook with her climax, she drifted in heat and lethargy.

Until she felt him moving behind her.

Though she didn’t think she’d be able to be aroused again so quickly, her libido stirred when she heard the sound of his zipper releasing.

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as that sound echoed in the quiet room. Gulping in breaths of air, she waited to feel his thick shaft plunge between her lips and sink deep into her body.

Instead, she felt his hand, shockingly cool, cup her between her legs.

“You are so wet.” His voice caressed her in concert with his hand. “I can’t wait to slide inside you and fuck you until I can’t hold on any longer.”

Leaning against her, she felt the brush of his silk shirt against her back and the fine wool of his pants against her thighs.

She loved that he hadn’t wanted to take the time to remove his clothes, that he couldn’t wait that long to have her.

It felt decadent. Like they were stealing this moment out of time.

And Jesus, did it make her hot.

She pressed back, rubbing her ass against the soft material covering his thighs, but he grabbed her hips and held her still.

“You move at my discretion, Kate. And right now I want you to stay still.”

But she didn’t want to stay still. She wanted to move, to entice him into screwing her like she needed. But she nodded and forced herself to freeze.

At least, as much as she could as he continued to stroke her.

Sliding his fingers between her folds, he rubbed the hardened knot of her clit. He played with her, working her back into a state of heightened arousal that pushed her close to the edge of orgasm. Pushed her to the point that she needed to come, needed the release for her sanity.

In the next second, he had his fingers shoved inside her, stroking the walls of her channel, hitting tantalizing new places of sensation that made her want to writhe.

She couldn’t keep still for long. And when she clenched around his fingers, he withdrew them.

And smacked her ass. The burn made her moan.

“I see you can’t listen to orders.”

He’d leaned in close, his lips almost at her ear. She felt surrounded by him and wanted to rub all over him like a cat. The fact that she couldn’t made her want it all the more.

“Do you want me to leave you high and dry while I jerk off in front of you?” he continued. “You won’t like that, trust me. But you’re so primed right now, you might be able to come just from watching me.”

“No. No, I’ll stay still. Just fuck me.”

She barely recognized her voice, much less the words coming out of her mouth. She never spoke like this to a man, had never wanted to.

Now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

“Whatever you want, Kate.”

His hands landed on her hips and she pulled up against the chains binding her wrists as his cock slipped between her legs.

She wanted to sob with relief as the head rubbed against her clit, providing more stimulation. But not enough.

Trembling with the need to move, she bit down on her bottom lip, a moan gathering in her chest.

“So beautiful. Such pale skin.”

He ran one hand up her naked back until he curved his fingers around her shoulder and yanked her back. Her moan broke free as her ass flattened against his thighs and his cock scraped along her clit.

“Dark hair.”

With his other hand, he gathered her hair together then let it slide through his fingers.

“Gorgeous ass.”

His hand smoothed over one cheek.

“One of these days I want that ass. Will you let me, Kate?”

“Yes.”

God, yes, though she’d never done it before. She wanted to. Wanted him to be her first.

“Not tonight. I don’t think I could be gentle enough tonight. Because I am so fucking hot for you.”

He drew back and, in a split second, he’d thrust forward, split her open, and sank so deep, she swore he couldn’t go any farther.

They both stilled then, Kate trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being filled and Tyler . . .

She assumed from his groan that he was soaking in the tight fit.

So tight.

She was so aroused, her sheath so sensitive, he felt ten times thicker than normal. If he retreated, she thought he’d never get back in.

When he began to withdraw, the pleasure was so intense, she would have promised him anything just to continue.

Turns out she didn’t need to.

He moved, slow at first. Each thrust forward found new points of pleasure. Each retreat made her long for the moment he returned.

His rhythm increased by tiny increments, almost too tiny to realize at first. It’d been almost like torture, denying her what she needed, but it built until she could barely breathe.

With her hands cuffed together, she couldn’t move her arms. She realized she’d fallen forward over the hump and that was all that was holding her upright. She didn’t have the strength to lift her chest away from the bench.

She felt like she was hanging over a great cavern. She only needed the slightest push to send her . . .

Tyler paused behind her, his cock swelling even more, and she came.

She fell into that cavern and the sensation of falling overwhelmed her. Overloaded her senses and everything went dark as the sharp contractions of her pussy milked his cock. Sucked him deeper and drew him over with her.

She heard him groan out her name, felt his hands tighten at her shoulder and hip just before she felt the jerk of his cock inside her as he shoved even farther inside and held.

She’d never felt this way in her life before.

And she was pretty sure she never would again.

* * *

As Tyler came down from the best damn orgasm he’d ever had, he realized he still had a pretty good grip on Kate.

His cock had finally stopped pulsing inside her but he found it hard to release her.

At least he could loosen his grip a little before he left bruises.

Still breathing like a freight train, he looked at her shoulder and winced.

Too late. He saw the barest hint of black smudges.

Damn it.

He pulled out, breath hissing between his teeth as her sheath clenched around his cock, almost as if she refused to release him.

He liked the thought of that.

“Kate, are you okay?”

She made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan as he got rid of the condom and tucked himself back in his pants.

Reaching for her ankles, he released the restraints, rubbing at the slight red marks before moving around the horse to release her wrists. As he did, he studied her face. Her eyes were closed but her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

Which made him smile.

“Time for bed for you.”

“I think I could sleep until tomorrow night.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Undisturbed.”

With a yawn, she twisted around to sit on the bench, flexing her fingers and twisting her neck, as if she were stiff. Then she held out her hand. “Can I have my thong back now?”

No, he didn’t want to give it back, but he dug it out of his pocket and handed it over. Leaning back, she slipped it up her legs then stood.

He should take it back so he could watch her do that again. He could’ve watched her all night.