Bound to be Dirty by Savanna Fox Page B

hands at her waist and held her down. “I told you to keep quiet.”
    What had gotten into him? Dax had never hit her before. She should yell at him, except . . . the slap hadn’t been all that hard. It hadn’t hurt as much as created a tingly burn that, to her embarrassment, brought a fresh gush of arousal trickling onto her inner thighs.
    Dax rubbed the spot where he’d hit her, and the sensual burning sensation spread.
    She almost wished he’d slap her again. Which was ridiculous.
    â€œRoll over,” he said.
    Now he’d let her do it? On his terms, not hers? Though his behavior was baffling and out of character, she knew one thing: she was more turned on than she’d been in a very long time.

Four
    D ax stared at his wife’s shapely ass, stunned to see the flush of pink his hand had left on her pale skin. He might’ve had a bad-boy rep as a kid, he might be more comfortable in the bush than in the city, but despite his rough edges, he’d never imagined hitting Lily.
    The only thing that shocked him more than his behavior was her response. Or, rather, lack of response. She hadn’t yelled at him or leaped off the bed. Did that mean that, at some level, she really was into this dom-sub stuff? Would she obey him and roll over? If she did, what did she want from him?
    Did she have another lover who did these things with her?
    Fuck, no; he couldn’t think that way. Tonight, there was only him and Lily. He’d challenged himself to read his wife’s needs, to satisfy them, to see if the two of them could recapture the passion they’d once shared.
    His cock strained against the fly of his jeans. He’d been rock hard since he’d worked his way down the slim lines of her back, digging knots out of her muscles. Such a contrast, her delicate, feminine shape and silky skin with those tough, lean muscles. She’d been working out. For herself, or for a lover?
    No!
Don’t go there. Concentrate on her, on the two of us.
    The distinctive musky odor of her arousal made his nostrils flare with primal need. Dax wanted nothing more than to drive into her, to claim her. To claim this fiercely independent, controlled woman who was his wife.
    She pushed up on one elbow and tugged the pillow out from under her chest.
    What could he do next, to play this dominant role without hurting her?
    He rose and strode to the closet. Wooden pegs held her scarves, ranging from featherlight silk to soft wool, all in the muted shades she preferred. He grabbed four long, silky ones.
    Lily was on her back now, settling the pillow under her head. A rosy blush colored her cheeks and the top of her chest, staining the upper curve of her small, firm breasts. Her feathery brown lashes were lowered so he couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew she watched his every move. The room, with the closed curtains and golden lamplight, seemed like an oasis cut off from the busy city. A place where he and Lily could do anything they chose to, and no one need ever know.
    He grabbed one of her wrists, lifted it to a bedpost behind her head, and secured it with a scarf. Her arm was stretched out, but not to full extension so that it’d be too uncomfortable.
    Her eyes flared open. “What are you doing?”
    â€œI didn’t say you could speak.” He captured her other wrist, though she struggled to evade him. When he’d tied it to a bedpost on the other side of the bed, he went for an ankle.
    She twisted her body and kicked out, landing one bruising blow on his forearm. He won the battle and tied both of her feet. Now she lay spread-eagled on the bed. She tugged against the scarves, testing them.
    He stood back and studied her.
    She glared up at him, her light blue eyes dazzlingly bright, her cheeks rosy. He read shock, outrage, but also arousal. God, but she was beautiful. Gone now were the lines of tiredness and strain he’d seen when she arrived home.
    In the past, when