In His Grip: His #5 (A Billionaire Domination Serial) by Erika Masten Read Free Book Online

the villa? Or proving to us both one more time, perhaps one last time, that I could give him my body while withholding my heart? It was damaged, that heart—wounded—but I could still feel it beating, fluttering wildly as Adrian Knight’s warm, wet tongue trailed from one nipple to the other. His towel dropped, pooling on the floor, and the broad head of his member, just the head, pierced the lips of my all too willing sex. The need at my core made the decision for me, and I tightened my legs around Adrian’s waist to force him deeper.
    Adrian lifted his head. “Oh, no. Not that fast, Miss Bloom, and not that easy.”
    He carried me, semi-impaled on the punishing warmth of his erection, across the room to the iron-banded wooden chest where he kept the tools of the torment I found so irresistible. Adrian lifted me from his cock and settled me on the floor, commanding, “Kneel.” There was no rug here, and the prickly swirls of textured concrete lightly gouged my shins. The subtle scraping sensation as I shifted restlessly was a welcome counterpoint to the hot, steady ache between my legs.
    My gaze traced the contours of the muscles along his thighs, the perfect tan of his skin, as he spent several moments gathering quite the collection of chains and straps from his toy chest. If I was thinking about more than the stunning beauty of his body, smooth and muscled and lean, it was to satisfy my urge to memorize every detail for later. For a time when I would not see this again.
    Knight twisted to dump an armload of restraints onto his wide, cream canopy bed. Then he turned back and immediately bent over me to fasten a fur-lined, stainless steel collar around my neck. I opened my mouth to protest that this wasn’t the collar we normally used, the thick, soft leather one with the three buckles, just tight enough to keep me from retreating from the pleasure he inflicted upon me. Though the metal did flex, this one was too stiff and hard, like Adrian’s manner with me now. There were small shiny rings spaced all the way around this collar, so I found it even more annoying when he snapped a metal leash onto a rung to one side of my throat, making it awkward when he used it to pull me to my feet.
    “If I can’t trust you to stay where you’re told, I’ll have to tighten the leash, won’t I, Miss Bloom?” He drew the chain upward, taut, until I was on tiptoes with my naked body stretched the length of his. I held his upper arms to keep my balance, my fingers curling around the curves of muscle. Face-to-face with Adrian, I couldn’t hide the quickening of my breath at the way he was speaking to and handling me, at his pronounced possessiveness. At the same time that I loved it, I steeled myself against it, refusing to be seduced again into the fantasy that Knight desired me for more than revenge, as more than a casual plaything.
    “You are mine, Miss Bloom. Say it.”
    My breath shuddered haltingly out of me, and I sucked my bottom lip, glaring up at him and refusing to respond.
    Adrian tilted his head, looking stunningly and so alluringly dangerous. “You don’t think so, Chloe? If you won’t say it, I’ll have to demonstrate.”
    I lost my balance and couldn’t resist as Adrian grasped my hips and set me forcibly down on the feathery soft bed. Though I may have been looking daggers at him, I still allowed him to lock metal cuffs that matched the collar to my ankles and my wrists. A moment’s doubt, a simmering panic, stole a heartbeat as he used what appeared to be tiny platinum-plated locks to bind my wrists to two of the rings at the back of the collar.
    “Lace your fingers together,” he told me flatly. “It will be more comfortable.” I had no chance to react to this suggestion of concern for my comfort before Adrian pushed me onto my back and bent my knees up hard above me. “Stay in this position, Miss Bloom.” With legs spread and my pussy offered so lewdly. “Or we’ll be covering the difference