“This knot is called ‘The bridge between the pearls’,” he explained. “It makes your lovely breasts and nipples more sensitive to touch.”
He checked the knots and seemed pleased with them. With his thumb and forefinger, he tugged one of her nipples and rolled it experimentally. A moan escaped from her throat. Pleasure and yearning made her already wet pussy wetter. He made an amused sound. “Would you look at this? Your body is very responsive, my dear Jane. I bet before long, you’ll beg me to suck these.”
Oh yes, please, she thought.
He got more ropes from the drawer. With her breasts and upper torso tightly bound, he started working on her arms. He took her arms and folded them behind her back, then began by binding her wrists first and connected them with the previous knots on her back. The ropes continued to bind her arms upward, and by the time he declared himself finished, she couldn’t move a muscle.
“You okay so far?” he inquired.
She nodded vigorously.
“Excellent.”
The restraints limited her body movement and the knots from the ropes seemed to have been placed strategically against her skin to give o
ff a different feeling. The helplessness. The pressure points where the knots pressed against her body. She wondered if a session of acupuncture with a master would feel like this.
John became silent. He traced his fingers over his handy work. Moments later, his lips pressed against her neck. A shiver ran up her spine as he sucked on her soft, sensitive flesh. She instinctively tried to squirm away, but John wouldn’t let her go anywhere. She bit back her moan as her sex responded. He finally stopped his teasing and whispered, “Remember, I promised only pleasure.”
She staggered like a newborn fawn, weak and fully aroused. He motioned her to sit, so she scooted to the edge of the bed, waiting…
He stalked around to the opposite side of the bed, and her heart raced at the sight of him. His flashing green eyes seemed more alive than ever, and the look on his face was positively ravenous. The way he was looking at her, his bound and restrained prey, was enough to make her dizzy.
Only pleasure, he promised.
Only pleasure.
Slowly, he began to strip out of his clothes. She admired his perfectly toned physique. And his magnificent cock. Holy Mother of Christ, she thought dizzily, I should have known he packed serious fire power. Maybe this was one of the reasons women couldn’t get enough of him. Suddenly, her mouth watered.
“Hey, my face is up here,” he said with a big grin.
She couldn’t help giggling. She sobered immediately and drank in every one of his rippling muscles. She wanted to touch him, but couldn’t. The damn restraints made it impossible, and left her frustrated.
He climbed on the bed, sat next to her, and pulled her into his lap. She straddled him face to face. Her heart pounded erratically as his cock pressed against her sex. Skin to skin. Nothing in between. She could feel his body heat radiating from him and it overwhelmed her.
Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. He kissed the hollow of her throat while he gyrated his hips against her. Fuck, she closed her eyes. Not being able to touch him started to irritate her. Lust engulfed her in one swoop. Fire burned inside her veins. Aching. Needy. All that yearning filled her down to her core, making her slick.
He noticed it and seemed pleased with it. “That’s it, baby. Make me wet.”
She wished he’d fuck her already. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. She writhed against her bonds but it only made the knots of the rope dig further in to her skin. The faint discomfort from the knots became strangely addicting. The pain was barely there and yet she couldn’t ignore it. Her breasts felt a little tender and her nipples were hard. She wished he’d pay attention to her breasts. Her body trembled as she imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on her nipples.
But he was too busy teasing her with his cock. “Babe, when you forced me to marry you, do you have any idea what you were getting into?”
Damn. His question caught her off guard. “I… I did.”
“That I’m not like the other men you’ve met?”
It distracted her momentarily from her lust. Is he asking me if I know he’s a shifter? But Jane already knew that. George told her, actually. Besides, the Alexander family gave out a different vibe than normal people. Beneath their polished look and cultured demeanor, there was something raw and wild and utterly dangerous about them. She might not have George’s talent, but she could easily pick up on that telltale aura.
“Good,” he purred. His throat rumbled with a big cat sound. “That simplifies everything. When we take a mate, it’s forever. Until death do us part. You’ll be the only woman for me. We take our vow to our mate very seriously. There will be no divorce or separation like human couples, even if we hit a bump along the road.” Suddenly his tone became serious. “For us, mates are forever, Jane.”
She thought of the marriage scheme she used to blackmail him. It seemed she was the one who profited the most from their union, but how could he say she was the one he wanted all along?
Not that she minded, anyway. She’d grown to like him. No. She was in love with him already. When he brought her home and introduced her to his mother and the way he was gentle with the twins made her fall for him. She swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“Do you still want me even though I’m not fully human?” His eyes suddenly turned from green to feline yellow.
Whoa. It stunned her, captivated her. But John Alexander didn’t scare her at all. “I do,” she answered. “As long as you want me too.”