Love Unbound by Evelyn Adams Read Free Book Online

body and another around her wet hair. The hot
water had been bliss, easing aches she didn’t know she’d had. She
felt refreshed, a little hungry and only slightly apprehensive
about what he had planned. That changed when she saw what he’d done
while she showered.
     
    A long strap hung over one of the I beams and
both ends dangled about six feet off the ground. A plain bar with a
ring on each end rested on the carpet below the strap. A spreader
bar. She was pretty sure from her reading that it was a spreader
bar. She swallowed hard and cleared her suddenly tight throat.
    He worked fast. He‘d managed to finish his
set up and was sitting in the chair sipping his coffee. Even
wearing the mask, she could see his smug expression. Fine, he may
be in charge for the weekend, but he didn’t have her tied up yet.
He was still her Owen underneath all the props and bravado. She had
power here. She sashayed over to him, putting a little swing in her
hips. Halfway there she let the towel drop and walked the rest of
the way naked. It was his turn to swallow hard.
    She grinned at her own brazenness and settled
herself on his lap. He struggled to sit up straighter and look like
he was in control with a naked woman on his lap. She took the cup
from his hand and swallowed a mouthful of coffee.
    “You’ve been busy.” She motioned toward the
straps with the cup. “It’s early for sex, though, isn’t it?”
    “Not for what I have planned, kitten. We’ll
be lucky if we fit it all in.” His words were innocent enough, but
the way he said them had heat flooding low in her belly. He was
back in charge. “Why don’t you sit on the floor between my feet and
we can get started.”
    She shot him the dirtiest look she could
manage. Sit at his feet – no fucking way.
    “Easy, kitten.”
    “Don’t kitten me.” She spat the words at him,
and he had the nerve to laugh at her. “I don’t know what you have
planned, but I am not some kind of slave.”
    Faster than she thought he could move, he
reached around her and pinched her nipple hard. She gasped as her
nerves zinged to life. Slipping his other hand between her legs, he
slid his middle finger inside her, pressed his thumb on her clit
and started to rub small tight circles around the bundle of nerves.
Christ, just that fast she was on fire again. She wanted to stay
mad – needed to stay mad – but his hand was making it hard to
remember why. His finger curled, stroking the spot just inside her
opening.
    “I hadn’t planned on making you my slave.”
His breath felt hot against her ear. “But if I wanted to by the end
of the day, I could get you to call me master.” He caught the
tender lobe between his teeth and tugged, sending delicious tremors
running through her. Oh Lord. She fought to keep from letting him
see how his touch affected her, but as he continued to stroke and
rub her, she knew it was a fight she would lose. “Sitting at my
feet will make it easier for me to braid your hair. Or would you
rather use your safe word?”
    Him and that stupid safe word crap. But her
pulse had started to race and it felt like he’d forged a connection
between her nipple and her clit. It wasn’t even eleven o’clock in
the morning and she wanted him again. She didn’t trust herself to
speak so she shook her head.
    “Good.” He withdrew his hands, and she
struggled to hide her disappointment. He leaned forward, forcing
her off his lap and pulled out the pillow he’d been leaning
against. He set the pillow on the floor between his feet and
motioned to her.
    She settled herself on the pillow still warm
from his body. It wasn’t enough heat to keep her from regretting
the loss of her towel, but there was no way she’d let him see that.
She fought a shiver and heard his soft chuckle. He was having way
too much fun playing with this dominance thing. It hadn’t occurred
to her when she fantasized about having him take control how much
he might enjoy bossing her around. It certainly