Sherona paused with the tank top just beneath her breasts. The fabric was so tight, it pushed up the already firm, fulsome flesh slightly, exciting him.
“Leave it like that,” he muttered, his gaze glued to her breasts. The woman was a walking wonder of femininity. His cock leapt again in the confines of his boxer briefs when she immediately lowered her arms, following his instruction. He gave her a sheepish smile and turned his attention to his camera with great effort.
“Is it hard for you?” he asked, trying to divert his attention momentarily from her goddess-like form. “To be so beautiful?”
When she didn’t immediately respond, he looked up. Her cheeks were stained pink, but it was the incredulity and wonder he saw in her dark eyes that undid him.
“You do know you’re beautiful, don’t you?” he asked quietly, stepping toward her.
Again, she didn’t respond, but he saw her delicate pulse leap at her throat. His gaze lowered over her, stunned anew by her ripe sexuality. He met her stare.
“The camera is turned off. Can I touch you—just for a moment—before we start?”
“Yes,” she replied, the movement of her flushed lips sending prickles of excitement just beneath his skin.
He stepped closer and cradled her head in his palm, stroking her delicate jaw. She blinked. He had the distinct impression she’d assumed he wanted to touch her elsewhere and more intimately. Instead, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her parted lips. His tongue dipped ever so briefly into her wet warmth. She was so sweet.
He lifted his head and held her stare as he slid the hair band at her neck off her ponytail. Neither of them spoke as he ran his fingers through the wavy, silken auburn tresses, spreading them around her shoulders.
“There. You’re temptation itself. Are you ready to begin?”
She looked a little startled when he stepped away. He was a little surprised himself that he was able to walk away.
“I think so.”
He picked up one of the coils of rope. “Why don’t you lie down on your side while I restrain you? I want to make you as comfortable as possible.”
Her breasts swayed alluringly as she knelt on the blanket. He noticed her glancing up at him, slightly puzzled, and realized he’d been staring down at her as she lay on her side, transfixed.
“Okay,” he said with what he hoped was matter-of-fact briskness. He knelt near her feet. “Like I said, this rope is smooth, but be sure to tell me if it feels too tight. It should be snug, but I don’t want it biting into your skin in any way,” he said as he began to tie her ankles together. And what tender skin it was, he realized as his knuckles brushed against her calves. After a minute, he sat back and inspected his work.
“You’re pretty good at that,” Sherona said. She’d braced herself on her elbow and was looking at her bound ankles. He’d neatly wound the rope from ankle to lower calf. He’d been right. The contrast of the black, winding rope and her pale, smooth skin was electrifying.
His beautiful captive.
He scooted toward her waist, absorbing the image of her flawless skin and flagrant curves with his gaze.
“I told you, I have to use rope a lot when I travel in the wild,” he said, grabbing the other coil of rope.
“And that’s the only reason you’re a rope master?” Sherona asked.
He glanced up to her face sharply and saw the small smile on her lips.
“Yeah, it is,” he replied sincerely. He knew she was implying that he had a lot of experience restraining women, and he wouldn’t deny it was a preference during sex. He’d never done it with anything as hardcore as ropes, however . . . nor did he typically bind a sexual partner at her ankles. The fact that Sherona was letting him amazed and humbled him.
She didn’t respond, and he couldn’t have said for sure if she believed him or not. All he knew for certain was that she held up her hands for him, her wrists together, ready to be bound.
“You really are something, you know that?” he said gruffly. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate how much courage this takes.”
“Thank you for saying that,” she said softly. He just nodded. He bound her wrists at the front of her body.
“Okay, you’re all set,” he said when he’d finished, realizing he was panting shallowly from excitement. Damn, this whole experience was scalding hot. He grimaced as he stood, trying to ignore his erection, which was increasingly feeling like a ponderous third limb throbbing next to his right thigh.
He approached his camera and got her framed up. He straightened.
“Okay, so let’s get clear on our scenario,” he said. He grinned when he saw her eyebrows go up in wry amusement. “You’ve been taken as my captive, but you end up being turned on by the whole capture scenario, too.”
“Of course,” she said drolly. “How convenient for you.”