Forever Bound by Ella Ardent Page B

Do you want to go down fighting, or just surrender?”
    Jess
smiled, liking that Ryan wanted to have a plan—and one that would excite
them both. “I liked when you surprised me the other day, and now, too. That you
caught me off-guard and took advantage of it was hot.” Jess swallowed. “There’s
something about being overwhelmed that is exciting.”
    She
felt him lean over her, the heat of his chest close to her breasts. “And what
would be the very most exciting thing I could do?” His whisper was dark and
dangerous.
    Jess
swallowed and confessed the truth. “Keep me captive until you’d had enough of
me.”
    His
voice dropped even lower. “That could take a lifetime, Jess.”
    Jess
shivered. “Yes. It could.”
    “I
could let you out once in a while,” he mused. “But make you wear the vibrator,
or a chastity belt.”
    “So
I’d always be yours,” she whispered, her heart pounding.
    “And
you’d always be ready.” He kneaded her nipple between his finger and thumb. “I
could take you at your shop at lunchtime. Just stop by and put the Closed sign
on the door, then possess you in a pile of satin and lace.”
    “Oh,
yes,” Jess whispered before she had a thought. “But that might damage the
inventory.”
    “True.”
His fingers were driving her crazy. “Maybe we’d have to go into the shipping
room and use packing tape instead.”
    Jess
gasped aloud at that idea. It was so rough, so dramatic.
    And
it thrilled her.
    “You
could use your handcuffs,” she suggested.
    Ryan
chuckled. “Or you could keep a few rolls of ribbon behind the counter, along
with your hood.” His hand flattened and eased over the length of her. She
wished he’d finger her and spread her legs wide in invitation. “You’d be ready
anytime.”
    “Yes,”
Jess whispered as his hand slid over her hot sex. “Yes.”
    Ryan
caressed her clitoris just the way he’d kneaded her nipples. His touch was
gentle but firm, the pressure enough to make Jess moan. “But the main thing
we’d have to do is make sure no one heard you.”
    “You
could command me to be silent.”
    “Or
I could make sure of it,” Ryan said before he kissed her deeply. Jess thought
that was how he meant to silence her and she had no arguments with that. She
kissed him back, loving how his hand slid around the back of her head to hold
her captive. He leaned over her, his weight crushing her into the mattress, and
she loved having so much of him pressed against her. His kiss was deep and
demanding and possessive, and he teased her relentlessly with those fingers.
    She
was breathless when he broke the kiss. She only wanted more. With her lips
parted, Jess stretched to kiss Ryan again—only to have him put something
in her mouth. It was a roll of cloth, maybe a hand towel, and she could only
make a muffled moan with it in her mouth. She tried to shout or scream, finding
it exciting that she couldn’t make much more sound.
    This
was how he’d silence her.
    “I
think it would be better for you to keep a gag in the shop,” he said. “Or maybe
you should keep everything in your purse, so I could take you anytime.”
    Jess
moaned in delight at the idea.
    Ryan
moved away and she wasn’t really surprised to feel his hand close around her
ankle. “Why don’t you fight me?” he suggested. “I’ll make sure you don’t get
hurt, and we’ll find out if you do like being overcome.”
    Jess
was more than ready for the experiment. She kicked and flailed, but Ryan’s hand
remained locked around her ankle. She couldn’t shake him off, no matter how
hard she tried, and the realization that she’d be his captive was thrilling. He
worked quickly, securing the shackle to her one ankle, then binding it to the
corner of the footboard with a decisive tug. Jess was stretched out, almost
tied down, although she wouldn’t go down easily. She was enjoying the struggle and
his conquest. She kicked the other leg and moaned as loudly as she could,
trying to hamper his