Bound to You by Shawntelle Madison Page B

his name was Bill.
    “Your voice is making me hard already, sweetheart.” His voice was kind of sexy in a way. Deep and thick. “I’ve been so bad this week.”
    Time to pull out the toys to play. The sooner Bill got off, the sooner I could finish getting ready for the opera at six. Xavier was picking me up at 5:15.
    I grabbed a belt and flicked it to produce a hard
thwack
. “A naughty cowboy like you should get tied up nice and proper.”
    In exquisite detail, I described over the phone how I’d blindfold him first. “I’m going to run a silk scarf across those shoulders of yours, then over your hard nipples.”
    Being blindfolded by Sato was one of the many pleasurable experiences I’d enjoyed. As a sub, I loved a partner who loved to be in control. My anticipation built faster. My orgasms became earth-shattering. Every minute he delayed the inevitable turned me on even more. Since I didn’t know what was coming, every inch of my body tingled, wishing he’d touch me. My patience was legendary for the reward he offered. Just thinking about those pending orgasms made my toes curl.
    Bill groaned. Time to get back to work.
    “Yes, please….” Bill gasped.
    “Feel good?”
    “Mmm. I like that, baby.” He moaned, most likely clenching the flesh of his erection while he listened to me.
    Now that Bill’s eyes were closed—I wasn’t sure about that in reality—but now I could move on to the fun part. Next came the chains and sounds of ropes getting yanked and tied. Time to tie my cowboy to the post for playtime.
    “What naughty things have you done this week, Bill?” I slapped my rider’s whip on the table. A nice sharp sound.
    I hoped and prayed Lana was still studying. She’d had her headphones on and she was doing an air guitar move over her mountain of books when I’d grabbed a bottle of water.
    “I can’t stop jacking off when I get home from work. The gal at the department store is getting suspicious about all the lady lotions I’m buying.”
    Umm, okay…
    Flick!
I slapped the table again. “You like it when I make those ass cheeks pink, don’t you, Bill?” I purred.
    “Yes, ma’am…”
    While I was telling Bill about how long and hard I’d spank him, I got an email from a sous chef regarding the approval for the catering of an Old West–theme barbecue.
Ha! Go figure!
    With a pleasurable sigh, Bill finished stroking his little cowpoke to completion—right as my bedroom door opened.

Chapter 9
    Sophie
    Lana stared at me, her mouth agape.
    I now had a guest and I was standing next to my desk with a riding whip in one hand and a belt in the other. Massive green curlers must’ve added quite the maniacal effect. One thing was for certain: after getting caught today by Lana, this would be the last time I did any
personal
favors for Penny.
    “I called your name, but you didn’t answer,” Lana blurted. “There’s some guy named Chris at the door. He said Mr. Quinn was waiting for you outside. Who’s he?”
    Oh shit.
Why was he here so early? At least he wasn’t the one who opened the door.
    Lana looked me over with an amused grin. “You sure take customer service to the next level.”
    I turned away from her and quickly wrapped up the call with Bill. He’d already crossed the finish line, so there wasn’t much to discuss.
    “Don’t we have a policy about knocking?” I asked while I scrambled to pull my curlers out. She was halfway into my room before I could say more.
    “You were making so much noise—” Lana began. “Can I
borrow
that?” She reached for the riding whip, a mischievous gleam to her dark blue eyes.
    I groaned. “How long has Mr. Quinn been waiting?”
    “Not too long.”
    I opened the garment bag with my Alexander McQueen dress and placed it over my chest. The sweetheart bodice had been hand stitched and the silk chiffon fabric was delicate and soft along my fingertips. “All the favors I owe Franklin will be worth it. I miss dressing up.”
    Lana tapped the