Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire Page B

the bed, and before she knew what he intended, he’d fastened it around one thigh, then snapped it to her ankle cuff. Once more, panic hit when she realized he was going to truss her up like a calf being branded.
    He shifted to the other side of the bed and lifted a second restraint.
    “Wait.” Her voice sounded high and reedy.
    His brows rose.
    She drew in a deep breath. Control . Give him what he wants. Needs. And he’ll give you what you want. Need. The point of the weekend was to experience and discover new possibilities. Hadn’t she decided to participate in this event because she found sex boring and unsatisfying? She breathed, counted to ten, and then nodded. She resisted the urge to close her eyes.
    Her heart pounded as he fastened the second cuff and ankle and then connected the chains of both. She was flat on her back, wide open and totally helpless and… Shit . He was free to do whatever he wanted. A delicious shiver ran though her. Pleasure me. Take me. Make me yours. It shocked her to realize how much she needed him to do just that.
    Another dip into the drawer had her worried. She relaxed when he pulled out a foil packet. Her mouth watered when he rolled the condom down his rock-hard cock.
    At last. Hurry, hurry, hurry. But she was wise enough to hold her demands inside. No way was she going to say something wrong and stop whatever was about to happen. She was ready for house number four.
    He climbed onto the bed and ran his palms up along her inner thighs. “Beautiful, little sub.” He leaned over, squeezed her breast, and drew the puckered peak into his warm, moist mouth.
    His intense sucking sent an electrical zing from nipple to clit. His other hand played with her other breast, rubbing and rolling the tight little bud between his fingers. He alternated between licking and laving one round globe, then the other until she was a mass of agonizing need.
    He skimmed her belly. She quivered, waited, yearned for him to touch her clit. It surprised her that she found it strangely erotic to be open, exposed, and bound, totally trapped and at his mercy.
    He rose onto his knees. “Ready for more candy?”
    He knelt between her legs. Wearing only the black leather chaps, Damon took her breath away. He was rough and rugged, yet gentle. His wide chest, the rich, mat of hair that glinted with red combined with a rock-hard belly made him one hell of a hunk.
    She lowered her gaze, feasted on the triangle of curls surrounding his cock like ferns uncurling at the base of a tall redwood. His erection throbbed, the crown swollen and gloriously purple with the blood surging through his veins. Make that one hell of a sexy hunk.
    “Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips.
    He held out his hand. “First your hands.”
    Her gaze locked onto his. “What?”
    “I’m taking all control from you and in return, I’ll give you everything, even more than you ever thought possible.”
    “But—” She was already trussed and helpless. Wasn’t that enough? She couldn’t let him take away what little control she had left.
    “Do you trust me?” His voice was low, calm.
    Her protest died. Desire glowed in his eyes. Though he kept his features schooled, she read how much he needed her to accept him and freely take what he offered.
    “Yes or no,” he asked again.
    She answered truthfully. “Yes.” She sounded hesitant and unsure, but she held out her bound hands.
    He unhooked them, and one at a time, snapped them to her thighs. The moment he rose onto his knees, she realized just how vulnerable, how helpless she was. This man was a stranger. It didn’t matter that he’d given her three mind-blowing orgasms. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and she couldn’t stop him.
    She was scared. She couldn’t move. All choice, all control was gone. “I changed my mind.” Blind panic raced through her. She struggled to free herself, to breathe, but her chest felt as though an elephant sat on her.
    Damon leaned over and framed her