His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) by Emma Thorne Read Free Book Online Page B

moment, the games were over. I was no longer his obedient lover, he was no longer my commander, my ruler, we were just ourselves and we were suddenly one. I felt a tremendous warmth through my whole body and a still sense of peace as we stood there entangled our naked bodies pressed together.
    I gasped and pulled away for him a moment. His eyes met mine with the same startled look. He stared at me, his eyes narrowing and his lips turning in a sad smile. “I should have met you years ago, you could have changed everything for me,” he whispered. “We may not have forever, but I will take as many moments I can get with you Odessa,” he said, dropping my surname.
    “I don’t understand,” I whispered kissing him and sliding my hand inside his shorts and grabbing his shaft.
    “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered. “I need you, I need you now.”
    He lifted me up again and placed me on the bed right in the middle of the mattress. Then he reached into one of the night stands next to the bed. He pulled out a condom and a long black scarf which he held between his hands and snapped it in the air.
    I looked at the scarves and the bedposts. I had known this was where we were going the moment I’d met this man and seen his bed, I had hoped for it, I craved it.
    “What do you think? He said, nodding towards from the scarf to the bedpost.
    “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, please Mr. Amador,” I said. Game on.
    “Raise your hands up,” he said and I obeyed.
    My heart racing, he ran his tongue along the inside of my arm and I felt the cool silk of the scarf against my right wrist and a sense of tightening as he secured my arm to the bedpost. He followed by securing the left arm as well.
    “Look at you,” he whispered, running the palm of his hand across my breasts, my nipples immediately hardening and tingling in response.
    I had a brief flicker of doubt. Was I crazy allowing a man I barely knew to tie me to his bed? But I could not escape the feeling that I belonged with Marco. Every cell in my body said yes and I ached to feel him inside me.
    I was anchored to each bedpost my legs spread. “Can you move?” Marco asked, as I tugged on the restraints, a surge of adrenaline moved through my body when I felt the containment. I felt trapped but unafraid, I lay before him completely prone.
    “I can’t move,” I whispered breathless and aching for him.
    I stared at him as he sat back on his knees between my legs. He sheathed himself with the condom and rubbed my clit in circles then leaned forward taking my nipple into his mouth.
    My body tensed with growing pleasure and I spread my legs apart wider as I felt his hips pressing between my legs then the hard tip of his cock pushing against my wetness. I raised my hips up, my arms pulling at the restraints. I wanted to wrap my arms around him but found my movements constrained to my hips and my pussy, it was frustrating and incredibly hot.
    Then I felt him pushing inside me, my wetness welcomed him and I felt the sides of my body opening for him, straining and stretching as I took in the enormity of him, he pushed in so deeply that I cried out, arching back.
    “Are you okay?” he suddenly asked. “Do you want me to take these off . . .” He reached for the scarves.
    “No, no. Don’t stop,” I said, arching against him again, I felt him move in and out of me, his lips against mine. With one arm above me, he ran his fingers across my clit with the other as he rocked inside me faster and faster. The way he pressed down against my body and pulled out, he was rubbing against my g-spot. I could feel the tightening building inside my body, that telltale buzz that made my eyes blurry. “Oh, please, please, more,” I murmured as he rocked in and out of me, faster and faster until I heard him gasp. “Are you ready, are you?”
    “Now, now, now,” I screamed as an orgasm rippled through me, I felt him push into me and the throbbing pulse of his cock deep inside me as we came