The Clever Fox: Part Two (The Pleasure Hound Series) by Ines Johnson Page A

temper his desires.  
    “Unless,” her hands fell back to her sides. “You don’t find me attractive in that way? I know some men only like other men and don’t care for women-“
    “Alyss, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I dream you. I wake and then have to paint you. For the last few months it’s been the only way I could find peace.”
    “Then why not?”
    How could he explain to her? “I don’t trust myself…with you.”
    “I trust you. I trust you completely. I let you tie me up. I stood naked in front of you. I trusted you when you let your husband taste my maidenhood. I never thought I’d ever want one male, let alone two. I loved the way your hands felt on me that first time I posed for you. I wanted more then. I want more now. Please, Adom?”
    Her lips parted, her hands stretched out, just like in his painting.
    What if he could?
    It wasn’t like his last time with a woman. Alyss liked the feel of the ropes. She ached for it. He saw it in her eyes even now.
    He reached out a hand and ran it down the side of her face. She leaned into his touch. He cupped her face with the other hand. She whimpered and tilted her chin up to him. Her eyes opened again. The sea of trust assaulted him.
    He could do this. He could please her. He just needed to pace himself.
    She reached for him then and pulled his head to hers. Their lips crashed. Adom felt his control slip. He pulled away from her. She moaned her protest.
    They regarded each other, both panting.
    Adom stepped away. He went to his drawer and pulled out a length of rope. When he turned back to her, Alyss’ eyes flared at the rope.
    “You trust me?”
    She nodded, her eyes hooded, breaths panting in anticipation.
    Adom coiled the rope in his hands. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Alyss.”
    “I know.” She held out her wrists, eagerness in her stance.  
    Adom smiled. She mimicked the expression. And best of all things, she meant it.
    He approached her and began to bind her.  
    First her hands. He bound her wrists together. Then he took her to the small cot he kept in the room. She frowned as he led her away from the rig. He laid her down on her back. With her wrists bound, he looped a rope through the center of those bindings and lassoed the single rope to the metal bars.
    Then he set on her legs. He spread her thighs wide. Then he bent her knees. He bound her ankles to her thighs, setting her feet flat against the mattress so that her hips stayed open.
    She was panting, and he hadn’t yet touched a single erogenous zone.
    Adom stood over her. Now that she was at his total control, bound hands stretched above her head, legs tucked open wide, he allowed himself to kiss her. He bent down and devoured her mouth. Alyss arched her head, her back, but she didn’t struggle against the ropes. This pleased him. When he pulled away, she bit her lip to hold in the whimper.
    Adom bit at her breasts. His tongue painted a path over the two globes. Her body arched off the bed. His hand drew patterns down her stomach until it reached her wet heat. She was soaking with need. With her legs spread wide open, he traced the contours of her labias, never taking his eyes off her face. He’d painted her core, he traced it from memory.
    When his head came near her face, Alyss tried to capture his lips, but he wouldn’t have it. He hadn’t seen her orgasm up close. He wanted more details. He made circles, avoiding her clit. Her heels dug into the bed. Her hips tried to anticipate his moves. He found her clit and flicked fast and light. Alyss’ ass came off the bed. Only her bound wrists and feet remained in contact with the mattress.  
    His eyes zeroed in on details. He hadn’t captured the crinkles in her eyes and at the side of her mouth. He studied every crinkle until Alyss came down from the orgasm. When her eyes opened, he saw she was already