His praise washed over her soul, and she felt every bit of the sentiment behind it. He loved her. He loved dominating her. He loved just being with her. He told her so a dozen times every single day.
He reached between her legs and turned the vibrator to its highest setting.
“Fuck.” Hearing her swear seemed to make him even hornier, so she didn’t temper her language during a scene.
“Do you want to come?” Smug satisfaction and hunger glittered in his expression.
She might die if he kept her on edge for much longer. “Yes, please, Sir.” Her chest heaved, and her pussy buzzed so close to orgasm. Her juices bypassed his ropes and ran down her thighs.
He leaned closer and whispered, “If you come right now, without my permission, I’ll take you down and paddle that sweet ass while I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be walking anytime soon.”
That was all it took. It hit her hard the moment he made his threat. Her body shuddered and danced within the confines of the ropes. It took her will, and she couldn’t make a single sound.
Vaguely she was aware of the ropes loosening and falling away. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. The first time she’d been in his bed, she’d been too focused on him to recognize the similarities between the elegant frame caging the bed and the crude one he’d built in that Florida hotel room. Once things had calmed down, it hadn’t taken her long to see the numerous places suitable for tying a submissive.
Though he’d unwound the ropes on her wrists from the ceiling hooks, he hadn’t removed them from her wrists. He set her on the center of the bed and secured those ropes to the sturdy posts that made up the headboard.
He didn’t bother with a sensual striptease. In seconds, he was naked and thrusting into her body, pounding hard, just as he’d promised.
She writhed under the intensity of the onslaught, and she fought to hold the next climax at bay.
He slid his hand up her rib cage and pinched her sore nipple. “Don’t you dare hold back. Give me what’s mine.”
The bed bounced and rocked in time with their motions. She planted her feet on the mattress and fucked him back. They both raced toward the finish line. He shouted first, and she followed him one thrust later, calling his name as she fell into the abyss.
He collapsed on top of her, his heart thumping wildly against her chest. After a long time, he roused enough to speak. “I love you, Lydia.” He mumbled the declaration into her neck and pressed a light kiss to the skin nearest his lips.
She wanted to bring her arms down to hold him tight, but she settled for kissing his forehead. After all, he still wasn’t finished with her. “I love you too, Wilder.”
Loose Id Titles by Michele Zurlo
Re/Bound
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The SAFE WORD: OASIS Series
Yes, Justin
By My Side
Out of My League
Wanting Wilder
Michele Zurlo
I wear a lot of hats for someone who doesn’t like anything near my head. I’m a wife, mother, teacher, and when I have spare time, a writer. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. Alas, that dream faded when I got a social life.
Years later, I happened upon a free laptop that didn’t come with games of any kind, which I figured was a good thing because I didn’t have that much free time to throw down the Minesweeper Black Hole. Staring at the brand-new computer, I thought it would be a shame if it went to waste, so I decided to write a novel. Once I started writing, steamy, sensual stories poured from my fingertips, and now I just can’t stop using that laptop. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Read more about Michele and her books at http://www.michelezurlo.com
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Loose Id Titles by Michele Zurlo
Michele Zurlo
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