Bad Boy Secrets by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse Read Free Book Online

proof, he’d damn well give it to her.  He grasped one of her wrists, feeling the soft skin and fine bones beneath his hand.  He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was time she knew who was in charge.  Looping the silk tie around one wrist, he reached for the other, but instead of simply tying her hands in front of her, he spun her around so that her cheek was pressed to the wall.  Quickly, he bound the other wrist, the knot secure. 
                  Stepping back, Reed took a long and satisfied look at his handiwork.  The lush globes of her glorious ass still bore the red marks from the earlier spanking.  Her skin was so beautifully pale the welts stood out in sharp contrast.  The silk tie dangled from her bound wrists, the soft fabric sliding smoothly over skin.  Some of her hair pins had escaped and the once tidy bun was now disheveled.  Plucking the other pins from it, he let the mass of fiery hair fall over her shoulders and back, only to tunnel his fingers between those strands.  Curling his hand into a fist, he pulled her hair taut, arching her neck back slightly.  She shivered against him and met his gaze over the creamy arc of her shoulder.  It was still challenging, still defiant and all the more exciting for it.  With the flat of his palm, he slapped the right cheek of her pert bottom again, the sound echoing through the office.  Shifting slightly, that same hand slid over the plump curve of her behind, parting the lush globes. 
                  “What are you doing, Reed?” she demanded. 
                  He pressed his mouth against her ear, his teeth closing over the lobe, biting gently.  “Do you trust me, Cass?”
                  “No.  Not really.  But I don’t trust anyone.”
                  He smiled, knowing that to be true.  She would trust him.  She would eventually be able to give in to him entirely.  “Do you believe that I would ever do lasting physical harm to you?”
                  No.  She didn’t.  Cass didn’t trust that Reed would stick around, or that she even wanted him to, but she did believe that he would never hurt her.  The sex might get rough, but she was discovering that she didn’t mind that so much.  She actually found it exciting.  No lover had ever been so focused on her, so determined to see to her needs, even when she wasn’t precisely sure what they were.  Reed took and gave in equal measure.  “I don’t believe that you would ever try to hurt me,” she relented. 
                  He slid his fingers along the crevice between the soft, plump cheeks of her bottom.  The callused pads of his fingertips finding every sensitive nerve ending along the way.  “Does it hurt when I spank you?”
                  Cass hated him for making her admit it, but if she didn’t he would stop.  “It hurts, but it excites me.”
                  She could feel his answering smile against her cheek.  He dipped his head and began to kiss the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.  His teeth grazed that skin, providing the perfect amount of pressure, until it walked that fine line between pleasure and pain.  She leaned her forehead against the wall, her breath coming in soft pants as desire swelled inside her.  Again his fingers strummed over sensitive skin, moving lower and lower, until he touched the small puckered opening.  She tensed then, fearful and eager at the same time.  He pressed lightly, applying a small amount of pressure to that opening, caressing it, circling it with his fingers, but never breeching it.
                  Anal sex had never been something that Cass had wanted to try, she’d never thought she would enjoy it.  As Reed’s skilled fingers skated around that small hole, she wanted him to take her there.  Or not.  She didn’t care which, but the not knowing was making her squirm, literally.  His