Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,52
to teach her a lesson first.
Scott got off the bed on the opposite side from the door, ignoring her inquiring looks. With decisive moves, he jerked the straps that had been installed on the posts of the headboard, the supple leather cuffs were lined with the softest faux fur to ensure her skin wouldn’t be damaged if he kept her chained up for long periods. Which, if she kept testing him, she might find herself tied to his bed more than not. The idea stirred the primal part of him. He didn’t pause in his movements, sliding her right arm into the cuff and securing it before moving around to the other side and doing the same with the left.
“You look delectable lying there at my mercy, Talena Haven. How do they feel?” he asked, watching her give an experimental tug on each arm.
“What if I panic and want out?”
He lifted one brow. “You ask your Dom, and if I choose to allow you out, then you will be released. Remember this is about trust.”
Chapter Eight
TALENA WASN’T SURE how to express her feelings properly. Exposed for sure but turned on as well. What she really wanted was for him to truly take control and quit asking her every step of the way. How did she tell him that without sounding like a little whore?
“Tell me what you want, T.”
“I want you to...to just do it. I want you to take me,” she blurted.
His smile was positively wicked and purely masculine. If she’d have been naked, he’d have seen how wet she was already. That smile, good god, that smile had the power to make her pussy weep like a little hussy.
“Good girl.” He moved to the end of the bed, climbing up like a predator on the prowl. His hands made short work of undoing her pants, working them down her thighs. This time he didn’t ask her to lift up, using his strength to maneuver her how he wanted.
She had always loved watching him when he came over and swam at their house, the way his muscles bunched and flexed before he dove into the pool. “Take your shirt off, please.”
“I’m the one in charge here, mon pourri. If I want to feast my eyes on all your nakedness for hours while I keep my own clothes on, that’s what I’ll do.” He trailed his hands down her thighs, his fingers sliding between her legs, pressing them apart.
“Do you wax or shave?” he asked, skimming his thumbs over the cleft at the apex of her.
A moan escaped her, making it almost impossible for her to answer as need consumed her. Goodness gracious. All he’d done was run his hands down her freaking legs and she was a ball of wanton woman.
His hands left her suddenly, then a slap landed on her bare mound, making her cry out.
“I asked you a question.” Another tap followed the first, this one a little lower, hitting her exposed clit.
“Neither.”
She felt his fingers slide over her skin but kept her eyes locked on his, waiting for his next question.
“Explain,” he barked.
Talena hid the smile that threatened to split her lips. “Laser.”
“Hmm, you like playing, do you? That’s earned you a punishment, mon pourri.”
She licked her lips, wondering how much she should push him and just how much of a punishment it would actually be. “Do you not like it?”
His big finger ran between her lower lips. “Ah, baby, I fucking love it. And from the feel of all this wetness, you love this too. You’re a kinky little bitch, aren’t you?”
“I don’t like being called a bitch.” She glared up at him, waiting to see what he said or did at her outburst.
“You’re mine. My mon pourri. My kinky little bitch. My whatever I call you. Nobody else has the right to you or your body. By me saying that to you it’s not a derogatory term, baby.” His voice gentled. “What we do with one another, to one another is nobody’s business. Now. Tell me why being called a bitch is a trigger for you.”
She knew he’d realize there was a reason, dammit. “When I was in high school, some of the kids used to call me a stuck-up bitch because I wouldn’t let them come over and hang out when—” She bit her lip to stem the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
“Tell me.” He bent, pressing butterfly kisses to her stomach.
Talena closed her eyes, feeling totally exposed, lying