She sucked to bring him back into place.
His lips thinned and his penis jerked in her mouth. Despite her murmur of protest he spread his hand along her jaw gently, holding her in place while he withdrew from her mouth. He leaned down and grabbed her elbows, drawing her up. She felt his powerful muscles flex. Instead of just pulling her onto her feet, he lifted her off them. Hope moaned in sheer ecstasy when he covered her mouth and gave her a blistering hot kiss.
One of her shoes slipped off her foot and fell some ten inches to the floor but Hope hardly noticed, so caught up was she in the h
eaven of being held against the hard planes of Ryan's body and being consumed by his kiss.
They both came up for air a while later. Hope panted against his lips like she'd just run up and down the grand staircase a dozen times.
"What am I going to do with you, Hope?"
Her lungs burned in her chest when she saw the way he stared at her lips as he spoke. A little cry of wonder vibrated in her throat when she realized that although he'd just experienced a powerful sexual release, he was still nearly as tense and hungry as he had been when they'd stood in the entry hall earlier.
"You could just love me, Ryan."
She bit her lip, already regretting her impulsive statement when his gaze leapt to meet hers. He slowly slid her down the length of her body. She couldn't read his expression as he cupped her jaw and lightly skimmed the pad of his thumb over her cheek. It surprised her when she saw his firm lips curl slightly into a smile. His palm curled around her bottom and molded her still tingling flesh.
"Actually, I was referring to things in a more practical manner. I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of this itch that won't go away. I'm going to have you again; I was just trying to think of how .. ."
Hope's eyes widened when he seemed to come to a decision and released her in order to kick his pants and underwear off his feet.
"Come here," he said, reaching for her hand. She tried not to stare but she couldn't seem to unglue her eyes from the bottom curve of his taut, muscular buttocks beneath his shirt as he pulled her over to the bottom of the bed. That was why he could thrust into her with so much strength—because of those big, powerful muscles in his thighs and buttocks.
When he turned it was equally mesmerizing to see the long, still stiff spear of flesh that jutted out from the bottom of his dress shirt.
He must have noticed where she was staring because a smile ghosted his lips.
"Bend over and put your hands on the top rail," he told her steadily. "I'm going to restrain you. God knows I need the evidence that I'll be able to control you in at least one area of our lives."
TWENTY-EIGHT
Ryan waited tensely, wondering how Hope would respond to his statement. It pleased him when she slowly leaned over the brass bedstead, but her quick, scolding look gratified him almost as much. He turned and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt while he scanned the large bedroom for the box he wanted.
"My father and I don't believe that men should try and control women," Hope told him as he ripped open the tape sealing the cardboard box.
"Hmmm," Ryan responded distractedly as he riffled through the various sex toys he'd acquired over the years. He found what he was looking for and whipped his shirt over his shoulders before he retrieved the items.
She still was bent over the bedstead, but she'd twisted her face around on her shoulder to watch him as he approached, her gleaming, dark curls falling in her face. He saw her eyes widen when she saw the spreader bar.
"Is ... is that all you're going to say?" she demanded, her voice a little higher than usual.
He set the bar and the ankle restraints on the bed and picked up a pair of padded wrist cuffs. He quickly buckled it around Hope's wrist and then used a hook to fasten the cuff around one of the vertical brass posts.
"About the fact that you and your father don't believe that men should try and control women?" he asked as he went around her and did the same to her other hand. She continued to rest her hands on the top rail of the bed, but she was restrained to it now.
"Yes."
Ryan grabbed the ankle restraints and spreader bar and knelt at her feet. He pulled on her slender ankle, placing it where he wanted it. He smoothed his palm down her calf, wondering again at the softness of her skin before he buckled the ankle cuff.
"I seem to recall a very wise, brave woman once telling me that ladies should feel free to please their lovers in whatever way they feel comfortable." He looked up at her when he'd buckled the other cuff around her ankle. "Are you trying to tell me that you aren't comfortable giving me control over your pleasure in the bedroom?"
Her already flushed, dewy-looking cheeks colored deeply. "I. .. I trust you, Ryan."
"Good," he murmured as he knelt behind her. He stared up at the jaw-dropping sight of Hope's plump ass. It was noticeably pink in comparison to her shapely, white thighs due to her spanking. Her dark pink, swollen sex lips glistened with moisture.
His cock tugged impatiently as he encircled her leg just above her right ankle restraint and slid her stocking-covered foot along the wood floor, holding her steady so she didn't fall. He instantly felt the tension in her muscles as he spread her very wide.
"Ryan ..."