could she ever truly feel free? Even now she was still incarcerated, even though it was for her own protection. “And that’s why you want to tie me up?”
Oliver’s eyes darkened. “That and . . . because the idea of you at my mercy makes me so hard that I’m ready to burst.”
He took her hand and led it to the front of his jeans. When he pressed it onto the bulge that had formed there, she felt heat underneath her palm where his erection pulsed.
“And if I asked you to untie me, would you do it immediately?” she asked, her voice trembling, because she was considering something she should never contemplate. But whenever Oliver looked at her with desire and lust in his eyes, a different side of her took over and made decisions for her.
He shook his head, bringing her heart to a complete stop. “No. You’ll be able to untie yourself. I’ll only use silk scarves to tie your hands to the headboard. But the knots will be so loose that you’ll be able to slip from them whenever you feel the need.”
Relief made her release the breath she’d held. She looked at him and remembered the things he’d done for her to achieve an orgasm in the back of his van, how selfless he’d been, how giving. So if this game of bondage was something he wanted, she could try it. He hadn’t hurt her so far. There was no reason he would do so now. Slowly she nodded, praying that she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life. “Yes.”
Oliver pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. “Oh baby, thank you. You won’t regret it!”
Then his mouth was on hers, searing her lips with a passionate kiss. He was different from the time in his van: more passionate, wilder, and more untamed. Had she made the right decision? But she had no occasion to contemplate it any further, because Oliver’s kiss robbed her of the ability to think. Instead, all sensory receptors in her body seemed to switch on as if he’d flicked a switch.
His hot breath seared her, his tongue delved deep into her, leaving no corner unexplored, and his hands roamed her body, commanded by a man who knew he would encounter no resistance. With confidence and determination, he pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her naked skin beneath. Skin that tingled pleasantly. When the zipper of his jacket rubbed against her breast, she cried out, making him release her instantly.
“Your jacket,” she said. “Take it off. Take all of it off.”
Oliver jumped from the bed and rid himself of his clothes. She’d never seen anybody undress himself with such speed and grace. When he stood in front of her with only his boxer briefs, she licked her lips, and her eyes moved to the impressive outline of his cock. The bulbous head of his erection peeked out from the waistband of his underwear, too large to be contained by the fabric that stretched too tightly to truly conceal anything.
“I love the way you look at me,” he claimed.
“How do I look at you?”
He growled softly. “Hungry.”
Before she could reply to him, he stripped her of her jeans, leaving her with only her bikini panties. But instead of joining her on the bed again, he turned to the chest of drawers behind him and opened the top drawer. He rummaged around in it.
“What are you doing?”
He turned, and she saw him holding up a virtually see-through negligee. He tossed it at her. “Put this on. I think you’ll look good in red.”
She took the gauzy fabric that hid nothing and slipped it over her head. It was surprisingly soft. But as soon as she wore it, she also realized that the area where it should cover her breasts was devoid of fabric. She felt scandalous in the outfit and was about to take it off again when she noticed Oliver staring at her, unbridled desire burning in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and the admiring sheen in his eyes made her heart beat faster. At the same time her nipples tightened into hard little buds, and she felt moisture collect at her core.
Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the mattress, aware that she was presenting herself as if on a silver platter, her breasts sticking out through the holes in the negligee. Suddenly she felt powerful. She felt like she was the one in charge, the one who pulled the