Bad Boy Secrets by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse Page A

I like to know that I have the power to give and withhold your pleasure.  But that power is really an illusion, Cass.  If I tie you up, it’s because you want me to.  If I spank your ass until you can’t sit for a week, it’s because you want me to.  And if I fuck you until neither one of us can walk the next day....”
                  Cass shivered.  Even though she’d orgasmed only moments earlier, his words and the soft threat in his velvet voice prompted her core to contract and a new wave of moisture to gather between her thighs.  “If I tell you no, it stops.”
                  “Always... but if I’m doing it right, and judging your limits accurately, you’ll never have to tell me no.”
                  “Take me home and fuck me, Reed.”

CHAPTER FOUR
                  Cass used the key that Reed had given her to let herself into his condo.  When she’d left the office, he’d given her very specific instructions.  She was to go straight there, upstairs to his bedroom, strip and wait for him naked in his bed.  As she climbed the stairs, her legs still trembled and her clit still hummed pleasantly, sending tiny little aftershocks through her.  In his bedroom, she removed her clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the chair in the corner.  Surveying the large four poster bed, a dozen different scenarios played out in her mind and in most of them she was bound to one or more of those posts. 
                  It wasn’t the first time she’d fantasized about being tied up, but Reed was the only person she’d ever known that she would trust enough to allow it to happen.  That in and of itself was frightening.  It didn’t seem to matter how frightening it was.  Reed, with the pleasure and the challenges he offered her, was fast becoming an addiction.  Just thinking about him made her pulse race.
                  Cass arranged herself on the bed, lying on her side with her head propped on her elbow.  The pose accentuated the deep curve at her waist and the flare of her hips.  She didn’t pull the covers up in spite of the chill of the air conditioned room.  He had wanted her naked and she intended to give him precisely what he asked for.  It was only a few minutes after that she heard the door open downstairs.  Her breath hitched in her lungs.  The sound of his footfalls on the stairs echoed the pounding of her heart.  When he stopped in the open doorway, his suit jacket had been discarded and his shirt sleeves rolled back, exposing tanned forearms lightly dusted with crisp, dark hair.  The tie he’d worn earlier, the one that he had used to bind her wrists and to torment her most sensitive flesh, was dangling from his fingertips in blatant challenge. 
                  He raised an eyebrow at her.  “I didn’t expect you to be obedient.”
                  “I can be with the right incentive,” she replied cheekily. 
                  “So if I want you to do what I say, I only need to promise to fuck you senseless?”  The question was posed as he strolled to the bed with a seemingly casual grace.  But Cass knew the power in his body, the strength that he held.  There was nothing casual about him.  The affable boy scout persona that he had adopted for the rest of the world had been peeled away just for her.  Reed was secretly dark and dangerous. 
                  Cass shivered with anticipation.  “Yes.”
                  “Get on your knees and face the headboard,” he said, his voice roughened with desire. 
                  Cass did as he said, tilting her hips back so that her bottom was high in the air.  The soft hum of approval from him was all the reward she needed in that moment.  She didn’t protest when he slid the silk tie around her wrist and fed the other end of the fabric through a discreet slot in the