arched and her fingernails bit into her palms. Then she caught sight of Alec coming. The fist that had been locked around his balls moved, and he filled it with his semen. Deep in her core she spasmed in direct response to that sight, her groin flooding with sensation.
Owen cursed under his breath and thrust ever harder.
All that pent-up energy she’d seen in Owen was being worked out now. His hips moved like a well-oiled machine, pumping hard and fast. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were tight, his pupils dilated as he watched her and forbade her to look away as he probed her deepest places.
“Owen,” she managed to whisper, when she began to flood again.
He nodded. “Oh yes, I can feel you.” He paused as if to savour what her body was doing. He shook his head then thrust again, he kept his cock right there, grinding his hips against hers as she came.
The release was so great that she hung limp in her bindings, but the hard rod of his cock inside her and the pressure of his body against her clit kept her there. A second wave washed over her, her thighs shuddering against his hips as her every nerve ending was strung out with the raw pleasure of another heady orgasm.
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“Owen,” she whispered again, and this time it was with gratitude.
“I knew you were no ice queen,” he said from between gritted teeth, then his cock jerked and his head lifted, his eyelids lowering as it jerked again, his body taut and arched as he pumped himself into her.
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Chapter Five
Owen awoke to the sound of the shower running. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was Alec in the bathroom. His partner was always up and busy before six. Alec was wired that way because he needed little sleep.
When he glanced back, he smiled. Monica was still there, asleep in his bed. Her sleek blonde hair was loose on the pillows, her adorable lips slightly parted as she dozed. He thought she might have taken off in the night. When she’d arrived she was as a nervy as an untamed bird, wary of the cage and yet tempted by it. At other times she seemed supremely calm to the point where he could understand the label they’d given her. It did not suit the woman they’d made love to last night, however. There were two sides to Monica Evans, and he wanted to know them both, intimately.
He allowed himself the pleasure of admiring her naked form. At some point in the night she had unravelled the stockings and she now had them clutched between her hands.
She had allowed them to untie her from the bed, but requested they leave her wrists bound together.
“It makes me feels safe,” she had whispered from under lowered eyelids.
“You really are into bondage,” Alec had commented.
“I am now.” She had lifted her eyelids and stared at Owen in a way that made him want to keep tied up forever. Willing she was, no doubt about that. Yet she seemed somehow disarmed by the bondage. She also seemed innocent of the intense draw she had on him. He was already feeling possessive about her. That was unusual, and he struggled to come to terms with it.
She’d snuggled close against his shoulder. Alec had brought several of the food platters over to the bed and they took turns feeding her. She was a strange one though. She seemed most comfortable when discussing the hotel. That was not really a problem, because they were here to learn about it and discover the weak point. But she seemed devoted to the place. She described the design of the other suites and told them some anecdotes from when the place was refurbished. She even talked about the buffet menus as if she’d been the chef who designed them.
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Surely her job couldn’t be her whole world, Owen wondered as he watched her sleeping. She was far too beautiful and far too sensuous to have that be the truth.
Just then she rolled over in her sleep and clutched the stockings tighter. It made
Owen cursed under his breath and thrust ever harder.
All that pent-up energy she’d seen in Owen was being worked out now. His hips moved like a well-oiled machine, pumping hard and fast. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were tight, his pupils dilated as he watched her and forbade her to look away as he probed her deepest places.
“Owen,” she managed to whisper, when she began to flood again.
He nodded. “Oh yes, I can feel you.” He paused as if to savour what her body was doing. He shook his head then thrust again, he kept his cock right there, grinding his hips against hers as she came.
The release was so great that she hung limp in her bindings, but the hard rod of his cock inside her and the pressure of his body against her clit kept her there. A second wave washed over her, her thighs shuddering against his hips as her every nerve ending was strung out with the raw pleasure of another heady orgasm.
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“Owen,” she whispered again, and this time it was with gratitude.
“I knew you were no ice queen,” he said from between gritted teeth, then his cock jerked and his head lifted, his eyelids lowering as it jerked again, his body taut and arched as he pumped himself into her.
40
Chapter Five
Owen awoke to the sound of the shower running. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was Alec in the bathroom. His partner was always up and busy before six. Alec was wired that way because he needed little sleep.
When he glanced back, he smiled. Monica was still there, asleep in his bed. Her sleek blonde hair was loose on the pillows, her adorable lips slightly parted as she dozed. He thought she might have taken off in the night. When she’d arrived she was as a nervy as an untamed bird, wary of the cage and yet tempted by it. At other times she seemed supremely calm to the point where he could understand the label they’d given her. It did not suit the woman they’d made love to last night, however. There were two sides to Monica Evans, and he wanted to know them both, intimately.
He allowed himself the pleasure of admiring her naked form. At some point in the night she had unravelled the stockings and she now had them clutched between her hands.
She had allowed them to untie her from the bed, but requested they leave her wrists bound together.
“It makes me feels safe,” she had whispered from under lowered eyelids.
“You really are into bondage,” Alec had commented.
“I am now.” She had lifted her eyelids and stared at Owen in a way that made him want to keep tied up forever. Willing she was, no doubt about that. Yet she seemed somehow disarmed by the bondage. She also seemed innocent of the intense draw she had on him. He was already feeling possessive about her. That was unusual, and he struggled to come to terms with it.
She’d snuggled close against his shoulder. Alec had brought several of the food platters over to the bed and they took turns feeding her. She was a strange one though. She seemed most comfortable when discussing the hotel. That was not really a problem, because they were here to learn about it and discover the weak point. But she seemed devoted to the place. She described the design of the other suites and told them some anecdotes from when the place was refurbished. She even talked about the buffet menus as if she’d been the chef who designed them.
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Surely her job couldn’t be her whole world, Owen wondered as he watched her sleeping. She was far too beautiful and far too sensuous to have that be the truth.
Just then she rolled over in her sleep and clutched the stockings tighter. It made
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