Bound to the Bad Boy by Molly Ann Wishlade Read Free Book Online

consent. He couldn’t effectively lift Megan onto his bike and carry her off
if she didn’t want him to do so.
    And he had sensed that she didn’t
want him to.
    So he had given her space. A week. A few months.
    Then life had chosen to punch him
in the guts and he’d been sent down for life. Six months he’d endured in the
hell known as a correction facility. For a crime he didn’t commit.
Nevertheless, it had given him quality time for reflection and he had come to
terms with the realization that perhaps Megan did not want to be an old lady. Or a sub… not his sub, anyway.
    So he had let go. Tried to let go, anyhow.
    Following his release from jail,
he had forged ahead and built the house, equipped it with everything that they
had once discussed. Then waited. Even though he had
told himself and his charter that he wasn’t waiting. Not for Megan. Just taking some time to get things back on track.
    Yet he had never, ever brought
another woman back here.
    The room was as it had once been. For her and her alone. Clean, fresh,
new.
    Megan’s.
    “This is all for you.” There. It
was out.
    “For me?” Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted. He perused her naked form. His
boner was still pressing hard against denim. Even though he’d
tried to ignore it. Megan made him so hard.
    “For you. Nothing in here has been used. It’s all ready at your disposal.”
    He watched as she wandered around
the room. She stroked the spanking horse that had a prime position in the center
of the wooden floor. She ran a hand over the various vibrators and dildos that
neatly lined up on the dresser in the corner. She turned her back to the St
Andrew’s cross that was fixed upon the far wall and she moaned as she slipped
her wrists through the leather restraints. She looked so sexy there against the
cross with her legs parted and her arms outstretched. Just how he had known she
would. He wanted to rush over and tighten the restraints, to locate the nipple
clamps and then take her into sub-space with a sound pussy flogging.
    But he had to be sure that it was
what she wanted. Matt wanted Megan back in his life for good, not just for a
night. He couldn’t deny it when she was here in the room he had designed for
her. So he had to take things slowly. Begin from the beginning with a few
reminders. Like the denied orgasm.
    Build her up. Warm her up. Then
win her over.
    If he was
lucky.
    And if he weren’t, if she
definitely didn’t want to return to Cherub and to him, then he would make the
most of tonight. Treasure every minute of it so that he had something to keep
him going in the long empty days and nights ahead.
    “Are you hungry, sub?”
    She looked up, as if suddenly
aware that he was there.
    “I guess I could eat.”
    “Come on, then.” He held out a
hand.
    “But don’t you want to . . .?”
She glanced around the room then back at him. Was that disappointment in her
eyes?
    “I do. But all in good time.”
    She walked towards him, her
breasts wobbling invitingly. How those massive tits teased him. He steeled
himself, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He must stay strong now in
order to reap the rewards later. But some contact, a kiss, would be acceptable
now. Surely?
    He pulled her into his arms before
he could talk himself out of it, and ran his hands over her back then down to
cup her curvy buttocks. He squeezed them and pulled her close so that his
erection pressed into her cunt. She sighed as the zip of his jeans met her
tender, sensitive flesh. Then he kissed her. Long, slow, deep. Breathing her in. Tasting her. Their hearts beating next to each other, as one.
    Megan was home.
    My Megan. My sub.
    He just hoped that he could persuade
her to stay.
     

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Megan followed Matt back into the
kitchen. Her head swam and she tingled all over after the kiss they had just
shared. She had longed for more, for him to suggest they try out some of the
implements in the room or even just have a good