The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michelle Graham Page A

His muscles weren’t as well defined as Justin or David but he was still very nice looking. She watched his hands move to his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and began pushing them, along with his briefs, down over his hips. She sucked in a breath when she saw his erection. He was thick, though definitely not as long as Justin or David. He stepped out of his pants and turned around. He bent forward and braced his hands against the back of a chair.
    Melanie moved forward, licked her lips, and swallowed. She touched the crop lightly to his firm ass and traced the curves under his cheeks and down his legs. She could see him shudder slightly and smiled. No time like the present, she thought. She lifted the crop and flicked it against the bare skin of his ass. He flinched slightly at the slap.
    “Harder,” he said.
    “But—”
    “Harder,” he insisted.
    Melanie flicked the crop again, harder, and it made a louder slap. She flushed at his cry, which was one of pleasure, not pain. She flicked the crop harder still, and his cries grew more excited, and her own arousal increased as well. She hit him harder, each slap causing her pussy to clench.
    “Stop!” he finally cried out and stood.
    Melanie watched him turn. His face was flushed, his breathing heavy and his cock stiffer than ever. He came toward her and pulled her roughly into his arms. One hand grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, so her head was forced backward. She barely had time to gasp before his mouth crushed hers, his lips pressing fiercely against hers and his tongue probing deep within her mouth. Her stomach tightened, and her heart was pounding wildly. The adrenaline raced through her, partly due to fear and partly due to the excitement. When Garrett pulled away, she was gasping, barely able to breathe.
    “Let me tie you up,” he said, his voice low and guttural.
    Melanie didn’t know what to do. She was so turned on she might have agreed to almost anything, but the part of her that was afraid kept her silent.
    Garrett touched her cheek, more gently than she would have expected. “I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. “If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, you can use a safe word and I’ll stop.”
    She looked at him. She was slightly afraid, definitely confused, and horny as hell. Her curiosity was piqued, though, and she nodded. His responding grin was almost childlike in its enthusiasm, like a kid with a new toy. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
    The wooden bed had slats in the headboard and posts on each corner. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. “What’s your safe word?”
    Melanie had no idea what she should say. “Can’t I just say no or stop?”
    His fingers on her jawline were sending thrills through her. “Sometimes saying no is part of the game. Some people find it exciting to continue doing things when the other person says no. And sometimes the submissive person finds it exciting to have that control taken away. So you need to pick something else.”
    “How about gallery?” she suggested.
    He smiled. “Very appropriate.” He stroked her cheek again. “Let me undress you,” he murmured.
    Melanie nodded mutely. He leaned in and kissed her very softly as he gathered the hem of her shirt in his hands. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over her head and then he was kissing her again, stroking her back as he unfastened her bra. Melanie moaned softly when his hands brushed the sides of her bare breasts and travelled over her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid them and pushed them, along with her panties, down to the floor. When he stood back to admire her naked body, Melanie felt as though his eyes were caressing her, tingles running across her skin where his eyes had been. When the smile he gave her became predatory again, she felt a rush of fear. He beckoned her toward the bed, kissed her again, and pushed her down.
    “Lie in the middle of the bed and spread out