Bound To Him: Three Dates with a Billionaire by Emma Lyn Wild Read Free Book Online

with his legs apart, his arms folded, one finger touching his sensual lower lip. He watched me from behind heavy lids, his eyes glittering. He gave a slight nod.
    I tucked my thumbs into each side of my panties and drew them down, bending over as I stepped out of them. I tossed them on to the pile of clothes on a nearby chair and turned my attention back to him.
    He sucked in a breath and straightened. “Lie on the bed and stretch your arms above your head.”
    I did as he told me, aware that as I turned he had a perfect view of my ass. Everything was tense now. My sex was wet, I could feel the wetness sliding between my thighs when I moved. My scent rose to tease me. He groaned. Could he smell it too?
    My body heated and flushed as I lay on my back and did as he asked — told me.
    He approached the bed and picked up one of the pairs of handcuffs that lay on it. He snapped and unsnapped the grips, the sound sharp, making me flinch. Smiling, he wrapped the first bracelet around my right wrist. “Can you reach the button?” he asked.
    I curled my thumb the way he’d shown me, and touched the black button. The cuff sprang open and I closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief.
    “Good,” he purred, and jerked my hand up, over my head, securing the other bracelet on one of the vertical rails at the top of the bed. “I didn’t ask for a bed like this, but I can’t deny it’s useful.” He checked my face. Whatever he saw there satisfied him, as he moved on to the other cuff. Lifting my left wrist, he secured it. He had to reach over me to snap it to the rail on the other side, bringing his face close to mine.
    He kissed me, his lips lingering tantalizingly on mine, his tongue dancing over the seam of my mouth. Then pulled away, laughing when I moaned. He looked lighter, smiling, his eyes sparkling. I’d imagined he wore clear contacts in his movies, or put drops in his eyes to get that effect, but I was wrong. It was him, all him.
    No other part of his body touched me. He was still clothed, in shirtsleeves, pants, shoes and all. Even his bow tie was still in place. I’d love to undo it for him, but now I couldn’t. “Will you get naked?” I asked.
    “I might,” he said with a wink, and moved away, taking the other two pairs of cuffs with him. He made short work of fastening my ankles to the rails at the bottom of the bed. “If you want to get out, unfasten your wrists first, then sit up and do your feet. All the cuffs open the same way.”
    He straightened. My legs were splayed apart now, my body an X shape. He hadn’t pulled on any part of me, but I couldn’t close my legs. I felt uncomfortable, open and exposed. I licked my lips, missing the pressure of his on mine.
    His hands went to his bow tie. “Try to move.”
    As he pulled the bow at his neck undone, I did as he told me, pulled at the cuffs. They were fastened tight. He hadn’t clasped any of the bracelets too tight, but tight enough to prevent me slipping my hands or feet through them. They rattled against the cold iron at the head and foot of the bed when I pulled. The only way I would get out was if I used the buttons, or he let me out. I promised myself then, unless I got really scared, unless he threatened to hurt me bad, I’d go through with this. I’d let him do what he wanted.
    He nodded, as if he knew about my private vow. “Good. If you release yourself from the cuffs, everything stops. Understand?”
    I nodded.
    Walking around the bed, he examined me, but didn’t touch me. His gaze rose from my ankles, lingered at my crotch and then up to my waist, and my breasts. My nipples furled at his gaze, as if he was stroking them. Almost painful now. I screwed my eyes shut, and tried to control my reactions, but I needed to open them because I didn’t want to miss a minute of his bare flesh. The only skin I could see on him was his face, his hands and a small V at his neck, where he’d undone the top button of his shirt. I wanted to lick it