and an angel. “You’re never going to let
me live that down, are you?”
“Never,” she teased.
Her smile grew brighter and he decided to exact his own small bit of revenge against the impish
woman. He gripped her ankle firmly and pulled it toward the strap. He was shocked when she jerked her
leg back, out of his grip.
She shook her head as she rose to her knees. “You didn’t think I was going to make it that easy, did
you?”
He narrowed his eyes. She wanted to fight him? Clearly she didn’t understand how this game worked.
“Gwen.” She giggled at his harsh tone and continued to move away from him toward the head of the bed.
“Catch me.”
His breath caught in his throat, the image of capturing and conquering her a heady, exciting premise.
Jesus, she wanted to be chased and he knew there was nothing on earth he wanted more than to subdue her, force her to his will.
“If I have to chase you, I won’t take it easy on you,” he warned. She shuddered at his words and her
body flushed with anticipation. “Lie down, Gwen, and submit to me.” He silently prayed she would deny
him.
“No.”
At the sound of her single word, he pounced. He jumped onto the bed as she skittered off. She hadn’t
been kidding when she dared him. She flew across the room, clearly trying to escape. He raced after her and caught her as she struggled to open the door to his bedroom. He trapped her arms at her sides,
engulfing them in his own. He had to be careful to avoid her kicking legs. He felt her heart pounding as he locked his hands together under her breasts, pulling her against him.
“Your safe word?” He wanted to be sure, wanting to know that this game was just that—a game—and
that she was a willing participant. She slammed her heel down on his foot hard and for a moment, he lost his grip. She wiggled loose.
“No word,” she shouted.
She truly wanted this. It was all the confirmation he needed. She ran toward the patio, but didn’t make it two steps before he caught her by the hair. She screamed as he took her down to the floor. He knew she didn’t mind the roughness, but he refused to forget her fragility, refused to seriously hurt her. She lay trapped on her stomach as he used his entire body to subdue her.
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“Do you give up?” he asked roughly in her ear. “Will you submit?”
“Never.” Her breathlessness betrayed her excitement.
He caught her wrists in one hand, pulling them behind her, holding them firmly at the small of her
back. He moved down her thighs and roughly shoved her legs apart. She tried to kick out, but her mobility was limited by her position. He prodded the opening to her body, amazed by the juices flowing from her cunt. He shoved in two fingers, shocked when her orgasm flooded his hand with her arousal while
squeezing his fingers in a death grip of tensing, pulsating muscles.
Fuck. She was coming. She was climaxing from their game. This chase fantasy must have been one
she’d dreamed of for a very long time. What other naughty little dreams did she have swirling about in that delicious mind of hers?
While she was mindless, lost in the throes of her orgasm, he grasped the upper hand. He stood and
lifted her off the floor, carrying her to the bed. She didn’t fight him as her body shook in the aftermath of her pleasure. Placing her in the middle of the large mattress, he attached her wrists together above her head with a strap, but he left her legs unbound.
If he didn’t get inside her body soon, he felt as if he would explode into a million pieces. He rose from the bed and watched as she regained her wits. She pulled to check the tightness of the straps holding her captive to his bed and her gaze flew to his.
“You won’t break those restraints.” He slowly undressed, thrilled to see her watching him as if
spellbound, subdued, submitting. He removed his shirt and pushed down his pants and boxers in one
smooth
me live that down, are you?”
“Never,” she teased.
Her smile grew brighter and he decided to exact his own small bit of revenge against the impish
woman. He gripped her ankle firmly and pulled it toward the strap. He was shocked when she jerked her
leg back, out of his grip.
She shook her head as she rose to her knees. “You didn’t think I was going to make it that easy, did
you?”
He narrowed his eyes. She wanted to fight him? Clearly she didn’t understand how this game worked.
“Gwen.” She giggled at his harsh tone and continued to move away from him toward the head of the bed.
“Catch me.”
His breath caught in his throat, the image of capturing and conquering her a heady, exciting premise.
Jesus, she wanted to be chased and he knew there was nothing on earth he wanted more than to subdue her, force her to his will.
“If I have to chase you, I won’t take it easy on you,” he warned. She shuddered at his words and her
body flushed with anticipation. “Lie down, Gwen, and submit to me.” He silently prayed she would deny
him.
“No.”
At the sound of her single word, he pounced. He jumped onto the bed as she skittered off. She hadn’t
been kidding when she dared him. She flew across the room, clearly trying to escape. He raced after her and caught her as she struggled to open the door to his bedroom. He trapped her arms at her sides,
engulfing them in his own. He had to be careful to avoid her kicking legs. He felt her heart pounding as he locked his hands together under her breasts, pulling her against him.
“Your safe word?” He wanted to be sure, wanting to know that this game was just that—a game—and
that she was a willing participant. She slammed her heel down on his foot hard and for a moment, he lost his grip. She wiggled loose.
“No word,” she shouted.
She truly wanted this. It was all the confirmation he needed. She ran toward the patio, but didn’t make it two steps before he caught her by the hair. She screamed as he took her down to the floor. He knew she didn’t mind the roughness, but he refused to forget her fragility, refused to seriously hurt her. She lay trapped on her stomach as he used his entire body to subdue her.
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“Do you give up?” he asked roughly in her ear. “Will you submit?”
“Never.” Her breathlessness betrayed her excitement.
He caught her wrists in one hand, pulling them behind her, holding them firmly at the small of her
back. He moved down her thighs and roughly shoved her legs apart. She tried to kick out, but her mobility was limited by her position. He prodded the opening to her body, amazed by the juices flowing from her cunt. He shoved in two fingers, shocked when her orgasm flooded his hand with her arousal while
squeezing his fingers in a death grip of tensing, pulsating muscles.
Fuck. She was coming. She was climaxing from their game. This chase fantasy must have been one
she’d dreamed of for a very long time. What other naughty little dreams did she have swirling about in that delicious mind of hers?
While she was mindless, lost in the throes of her orgasm, he grasped the upper hand. He stood and
lifted her off the floor, carrying her to the bed. She didn’t fight him as her body shook in the aftermath of her pleasure. Placing her in the middle of the large mattress, he attached her wrists together above her head with a strap, but he left her legs unbound.
If he didn’t get inside her body soon, he felt as if he would explode into a million pieces. He rose from the bed and watched as she regained her wits. She pulled to check the tightness of the straps holding her captive to his bed and her gaze flew to his.
“You won’t break those restraints.” He slowly undressed, thrilled to see her watching him as if
spellbound, subdued, submitting. He removed his shirt and pushed down his pants and boxers in one
smooth
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