Bound by You (Secret Wishes) by India Masters Page B

I was pretty sure it would involve further restraint and, very likely, pain. How much could I endure before I was reduced to begging? I blinked several times to stave off the tears.
    He moved me back until I bumped up against something large. I trembled when he reached for my belt buckle, undoing it slowly. I heard the whisper of leather on the soft denim material as he pulled it out of the loops. Then he lifted each foot and pulled off my canvas sneakers. The cement floor felt cool beneath my bare feet. A second later he was stripping my pants off.
    “Step out of them.”
    Carefully, I raised each leg so he could pull my jeans off. He tossed them aside and they landed with a thump. I heard the click of the knife again, and it cut through the remains of my undershirt, bra, then the thin strings on my panties. They fell off.
    “Sit.”
    I sat. The chair seat was a small square, and the vinyl was cold against my bare ass. He shoved me against the back support, setting the bells on the breast clamps chiming.
    He removed the leather cuffs. “Put your arms on the armrests.”
    Cold metal clamps closed over my wrists, holding me securely in place. Then my legs were lifted, one at a time, and strapped to padded leg extensions. I heard the scrape of metal against metal and the leg supports moved, spreading me wide.
    Oh God . Was this the part where he started inserting painful objects into my vagina?
    “Pretty and pink.” He slid a finger inside me. “Mmm, nice and tight. It’s good to know you’re not some slut with a big sloppy cunt, but my cock’s gonna stretch you some. I bet you’ll dig that.”
    I whimpered, horrified when I felt the first signs of arousal begin to drip from my pussy. His carnal laughter caused my face to heat. Tears leaked from my eyes. He got up and moved around behind me.
    “You like this.”
    It was too horrible to admit. “No, I want to go home. Please, don’t do this.”
    “Too late. It’s as good as done, and I’m going to glut myself on your sweet body until I can’t take it anymore.” He yanked the sack off my head. “Keep your eyes closed, cupcake. If you see my face, I won’t be able to let you go.”
    I squeezed my eyes shut. At least he was thinking about letting me go.
    “Now, lean forward. I’m going to replace the sack with a mask, just in case you’re tempted to peek.”
    I did as I was told, grimacing at the sound of those fucking bells. He buckled a leather mask around my head, blocking out all the light.
    “You know, they say the blinds’ other senses are much more pronounced. We’re about to find out if that’s true. Lean back.”
    I inhaled sharply as his hands skimmed gently up my inner thighs. I expected him to be rough, but he was just the opposite, fingers tracing designs on the delicate skin until I was quivering.
    “You’re creaming for me, princess, and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”
    And then his hot breath beat against my most intimate parts, his lips barely skimming the sensitive flesh. His big hands curved around my thighs as his thumbs slowly caressed the crease of my legs before moving to stroke my engorged labia.
    Ah jeeze . Was he trying to make me come? I was humiliated that he could wrest a response from me. I knew that was the point, but did he really think it would make it all better if he made me come?
    “Look at that pussy weeping for me. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
    Gooseflesh broke out all over my body at the husky sound of his voice. He spoke in whispers. Why? To disguise his voice? Was someone I knew doing this to me? And if so, who? I’d never revealed this particular fantasy to anyone, not even Jess, the man I’d been seeing for the past few months. It was too embarrassing, admitting you wanted to be taken, to give up all control.
    He lowered his mouth, swiped his tongue across my clit, and I nearly came out of the seat. Or would have if I wasn’t strapped down. No man had ever eaten my pussy like